Chapter 8

(Max's P.O.V)

"Who does he think he is?" I muttered. "Waltzing in here. Telling me I can't like Dylan Tomlinson." I was now in the bathroom trying to calm down. Maybe he and Dylan have some bad blood, mused. But that doesn't mean that I can't like Dylan.

The bell rang and I took out my time table to see which class I had next. It was Music. I breathed a sigh and headed to class.

When I entered the class, I saw Iggy and Fang standing together. They were a part of my Music class. Great, I thought. I also saw Dylan and the 'Hate on Max' club. My day couldn't get any worse. Apparently, I spoke too soon.

My music teacher decided to group me with Iggy, Fang and Dylan. We walked over to a music station.

"Do you play anything?" Iggy asked me.

"Yeah," I responded. "Keyboard. And I also do vocals."

"Awesome. Fang does guitar and vocals, I do bass and Dylan does drums. Right?" Iggy said, looking at Dylan.

Dylan nodded grimly, looking at Fang. Fang glared at him and went to tune his electric guitar.

Ok, I thought. There's obviously some bad blood. I made it a priority to drill Iggy after class.

"So," Iggy drawled, "what are going to perform?"

"Since Max'll singing, she should pick the song," Dylan said with a smile.

"Actually," Fang said, "we should choose a song that we all know since we only have fifteen minutes."

"Ok,"Iggy said.

"Do you know 'It Girl' by Jason Derulo?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah," I said. "One problem. I'm a girl, and I don't sing to girls."

"And, I really don't think that I'm in the mood to sing a love song," Iggy stated.

"How about 'Diamonds' by Rihanna?" I suggested.

"Yeah I can play that," Iggy said.

I looked at Fang, or rather glared at him since I was still upset with him. He shrugged and took that as an 'okay'.

"It's settled then," I said, moving the keyboard to stand under the microphone at the front of the music station. I adjusted it so that I wasn't blocking Dylan. We ran through the song twice without the guitars hooked up to the amps. By the end of the fifteen we sounded as if we had been rehearsing for weeks.

"Time's up!" Ms. Christian called. Everyone stopped working and faced her.

"Will one member from each group please come up?"

I watched as six people went up to our teacher, (Dylan went up for our group), picked up a folded piece of paper and walked back to their group.

"The number on the paper represents the order in which you will perform."

Dylan un-folded the paper. "Number six."

We nodded and went back to our instruments.

"First group," Ms. Christian called.

The 'Hate on Max' club went up and performed.

Surprisingly the 'Hate on Max' club had talent. I mean, they weren't the most talented group there, but they weren't the least talented either.

The other performances flew by in a blur. I wasn't nervous, but to me it seemed that all too soon, it was our turn to perform.

"Fang? Iggy? Max? Dylan?" Ms. Christian said. "We have about ten minutes. Take it away."

We all got up, Iggy and Fang hooked up their instruments up to the amp. Dylan took his position behind his drums. I turned on the keyboard and adjusted the microphone.

Dylan counted us off.

"One, two, three, four."

"Shine bright like a diamond. Shine bright like a diamond," I sang, my voice ringing true and clear.

By the time we had finished performing, I was breathing hard and riding a wave of euphoria. We got a standing ovation that was so loud, and went on for so long, we almost didn't hear the bell. I was in a huge state of bliss; I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

"Hey Max?" Dylan called through the din, walking towards me.

"Yeah?" I answered back.

"Will you go out with me Friday?" he asked when he got to me.

I glanced at Fang and saw his expression darken when he realized what Dylan had asked me. I looked back at Dylan.

"Sure," I said, with a smile. "I'd love to go out with you this Friday."

My day just kept getting better.