Heyo! How is you guys?
Anyway, thanks for all the supportive feedback that is spurring me on to continue this story!
To FaxRideAllTheWay: I have to admit... Chapter 7 was indeed rushed. I will have to work on it – and thank-you for your "constructive criticism"!
I hope your all enjoying this story, as I enjoy writing it and enjoy reading all your reviews... keep 'em coming!
Chapter dedicated to: That person who lives at that place...
MaxPOV
The day continued in a blur, yet it seemed to take forever. I walked the halls feeling empty and sat in class not really listening to the lectures the teachers gave us.
All day, I had the feeling that everyone knew what happened this morning, when really only Fang knew. All day I had the feeling that everyone was staring at me, and judging me, when really no one cared.
When afternoon homeroom came, my mood had gotten worse, and all those around had got the message to leave me alone, even though I hadn't spoken to anyone until Gazzy approached me on my way to room 8.
"Max!" he said happily.
"Oh, hey Gazzy," I said keeping my face expressionless and speaking monotone, "What do you need?"
"I just wanted to let you know that you're in the band. Practice starts tomorrow at me and Angel's house tomorrow!"
"Thanks, Gaz," I said as I started to walk around him. I picked up my pace as he started walking with me, easily keeping up with his long legs.
"So, Max, how'd you learn to sing like that, cause you were, like -"
"Sorry, Gaz, but I got go, ok? I'll see you around," I interrupted, rudely.
Gazzy's face fell, which he covered quickly saying, "Oh, ok... See you around," He stopped walking, though I could feel his eyes on my back.
While I sat through homeroom that afternoon, I felt guilty for being that harsh to Gazzy... I made a mental note to apologize to him later.
EllaPOV
I had not seen Max all day, since she left early for school and was late home. I was not sure how I felt around Max: should I be mad at her, or should I be happy for her? I was so confused.
I was in the kitchen completing my homework when the doorbell rang through the house.
"Coming!" I yelled out. I got up from the kitchen table and half-ran, half-jogged to the front door. I opened to see someone I did not expect.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" I asked in a shocked voice.
"Oh, hey Ella," he said standing awkwardly on our porch, "Is Max home?"
"Sorry, Sam, she's not home yet. Do you want me to tell her you were her?"
"Thanks, Ells. Just tell her that she made it in the band, and practice starts tomorrow at Gaz's place after school. Do you think you can tell her that?" he asked.
Anger and jealousy bubbled excitedly in the pit of my stomach. "I'll tell her," I said stubbornly. I then slammed the door in Sam's face and stormed up to my room where I collapsed onto my bed in a rush of sobs.