Author's Note: At the end of this chapter, is a little something from Taylor Swift's "Our Song", and I thought it went perfectly. Enjoy this last chapter!
Chapter Nine: Our Song Is Playing
"Haylie, you have to come to the carvinal! It'll be fun!" Gabriella said over the phone.
She told Ryan that she might be there.
"I might come later..."
"Haylie, everyone knows about the fight, but they don't care anymore. It's over and done with." Gabriella explained.
So, what about the girl who started this whole thing?
She would likely never forget it!
"I said I'd come later."
"Everyone needs to be there, and that includes you. Your a Wildcat."
Weren't wildcats suppose to be brave, and not let their friends get hurt because a madman tried to kill them?
"What if I don't feel like one at the moment?" Haylie asked, and she heard Gabriella laugh.
"Well...then you don't belong at East High. I'm kidding..you are one, Haylie. You've been through alot of things that none of us have." Gabriella explained.
Yes, but she hadn't been in a musical, and almost screwed up the entire clique system, now did she?
"But, I need to go to the school to get set up...I hope I see you there!"
Haylie sighed as she clamped her cellphone shut, and that's when her mom came in, wearing a small smile.
"Aren't you going to the carvinal? Alot of your friends are going to be there." Mrs. Anderson commented, but her daughter just looked at her.
Mrs. Anderson sat next to Haylie on the bed, and she said, "I know a certain blonde-haired boy's going to be looking for you, Haylie. He told me everything, and he wants you to come to the carvinal, and have some fun."
Finally, with a few minutes of being silent, Haylie spoke.
"If Mark didn't come, Ryan wouldn't have gotten hurt."
"He was just trying to protect you, Haylie. Ryan's willing to pretty much do anything to make sure you are safe. I never had a boyfriend like that, and it's time you see that." Mrs. Anderson told her, and Haylie sat up little abit straighter.
"I guess your right, mom." Haylie explained, and Mrs. Anderson smiled.
"Good. Well, go to the carvinal, and have some fun. And that's an order, too."
Haylie laughed, and gave her mother a mock salute.
"Yes, mom!"
After minutes of driving, Haylie was in the East High courtyard, looking at the colorful booths, listening the music, and people talking.
"Haylie! You made it!"
Haylie looked in the direction of the kissing booth, where Ryan was leaning against it.
"I did...my mom talked to me into going." Haylie explained.
"Well, my shift is almost over...maybe we can walk around?"
"Are you sure? I heard some freshmen girls didn't have their chance yet."
"No...your the only girl I want to kiss right now. Just wait right there."
Haylie waited until Ryan made sure Troy was there, and he walked around the booth to meet her.
"So...how did your mother convince you?" Ryan asked.
"She told me you called her, and told her everything." Haylie said, and Ryan grinned.
"Well, if you were unsure, then I guess your mother would talk to you, because we all wanted to you to come."
"I thought you guys would all hate me, so that's why I didn't want to talk to anyone."
They stopped walking, and Ryan looked at her with an serious expression on his face.
"You as will as I do that we would find a way to get you to talk to us, Haylie. And we'd never hate you."
"Well, that's what I thought. Especially you." Haylie replied, getting a good look at his profile.
The black eye was almost gone, but she could still see the black and blue ring that was often called a "shiner" to some people.
"Haylie Anderson, I'd never hate you! Your one of the sweetest--"
Haylie placed her finger up to her lips, and Ryan stopped talking.
"What?" he asked.
"Listen...they are playing Our Song." Haylie said, and Ryan listened, and frowned.
"But...I thought we had one already."
"No, silly! Our Song by Taylor Swift." she said, and Ryan shook his head.
"Oh...that song." Ryan commented, and Haylie laughed, giving him a hug while Ryan smiled, and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was good as our song...
