Chapter 3: Lost Niner
"I hate high school!" Thomas sang, walking into the old warehouse. The band decided to start rehearsing there again to get a fresh start and shake the bad memories from the other studio. He chucked his backpack aside and climbed on stage.
"Why? It's awesome!" Qaasim asked, coming in with David.
"Yeah man, there's sooo many hot chicks." David cheered.
"David, chicks?" Kristina asked from the stage.
"Oh, um… girls?"
"Much better, young men." She teased. Cooper came in silently and blasted the radio, which meant for them to start tuning and setting up.
Meanwhile…
Rosalina was running late for rehearsal. She had just shut her locker and started to rush down the hall. She stopped when she spotted a familiar freshman walking around, confused.
"Boy do you look like a niner." Rosalina laughed, coming up behind him.
"Haha I know, can you show me where the attendance office is? They marked me absent in homeroom." Nat asked.
"Sure, I'll come with you. Follow me." Rosalina said. They walked down the empty hall ways in silence.
"Right in there, second door on the left." Rosalina said. "I'll wait here."
As Nat walked in, Rosalina's phone vibrated. Her heart dropped her she saw the name on the screen. She flipped open her phone and opened the message.
Michel: My dearest Rosalina, I have a concert in your hometown this weekend. I'll come by to see you the Friday before
She furiously ran her fingers over the keys of her phone.
Rosalina: No! I told you, I never wanted to see you again. If you come, you'll regret it!
She covered her eyes with her hands to prevent any tears from escaping.
"Hey, is everything…okay?" Nat asked, shutting the office door.
"Ummm…I guess. Michel just... texted me."
"You still talk to him?"
"Oh no, not at all. It was just one of those stupid forwards, that's all."
"I will try not to fall in love again…" Nat's phone rang, interrupting their conversation.
"Hey Coop…yeah…were running late…alright we'll run there now…see you in a few." Nat shoved the phone in his pocket. "We need Gatorade for the warehouse."
"Oh alright, we better get going."
"Umm… yeah." They both left the school in a rush.