'I've spent $3000 and I still couldn't find that jerk who spread those rumors,' Nova thought as she drove her bike towards the private hospital where Chelsea was being kept.

'I give up. For now, Chelsea is more important. I should probably stay beside her and help her with her illness. I'll find that person later,'

Chelsea sat on her bed, painting her nails when Nova came in. She kept her phone aside, "Oh hey, Nova,"
"Hi Chelsea, how are you?"
"Alive, I guess," She laughed, "I've been feeling comfortable now."
"That's good. Your hair has grown pretty long,"

"Yeah, they grow quickly. I'll cut them,"
"No," Nova touched her hair, "Don't touch them. I like long hair,"
"Okay then,"
"What about your mom. Is she back home?"

"Yes, she called me a few days back to ask me how I was feeling,"
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her I was fine. I don't want her to be worried or anything,"
"But you know you should ask for help. You really need your mom's support,"

"I want help but I'm scared that if I get help people will just hate me more than they already do and I'm stuck in an infinite loop of wanting to get better but not wanting help and it just makes me want to die,"

"...You know, I really think that you are different. You're not like other girls I've met before," 
"That's the unassuming inter-dimensional fuck boy catchphrase." Chelsea said.
"What?"
"It's super effective but not on me, sorry. All girls are different, I don't know what do you mean. I'm not like other girls because that's how genetic variations work."

"It was a compliment, I meant that you are quirky,"
"You think having anxiety and depressions is quirky? It's funny when people say they want to meet someone who is quirky but don't like people who are genuinely different. Like, someone could be obsessed with Gothic culture and that's just weird but someone wears their hair in a messy pony tail, and that's quirky. Honestly I don't see how it's a problem to like things that a majority of people like. You like what you like! If you like dressing girly like "other girls" then that is fine. Don't try to be different or basic just be you. And if you are really not like other girls, you're getting bullied. 

I feel like people put girls in two categories these days. You're either labeled as being basic or quirky, and no matter what, people make fun of you for it. Let people be whoever they want to be. Stop judging them and find something better to do with your lives. And why are they always bashing other girls for doing "girly" things? I'm not doing this to impress anybody—I genuinely just enjoy painting my nails, taking care of my skin, and working out. If that makes me basic, I don't care. I have PTSD and I get suicidal, and if that makes me quirky. I don't care. I don't know why but for some reason a lot of people still think hating on people makes them look cool. 

And that is why I hate everyone.
Just fricking everyone." Chelsea said and Nova looked at her. 
"I really love your way of thinking,"
"That's just how I am,"

Nova stood up and moved her hand towards her, "You want to dance?"
"Right now?"
"Why not?" Nova smiled.

They danced in the hospital room. Nova smiled as she looked into Chelsea's eyes, "Tomorrow is Valentine's day. Your school must have some dance or something,"
"Yes, we have a dance every year,"
"Will you go to the dance?" She asked.
"I am not allowed to leave the hospital until mom takes charge,"
"I'll talk to her,"
"Okay,"

"Will you dance with someone?" Nova asked.
Chelsea thought of Malcolm, "I want to but I can't,"
"Why?"
"Because he won't want to dance with me. Nobody would ask me out for a dance so I don't see the point of even going there,"
"Just go. You never know what's coming for you,"

Jaden came home for Harry's Spanish lesson as always.
"I'm so sorry that I couldn't talk today at school, Harry!" Jaden joined his hands, "I had loose motions so I had to leave everything and rush back home, sorry"
"It's okay,"
'So he doesn't hate me?' Harry thought, 'I'm so relieved!'
Stop your gay ass.

"So, let's learn about voice today. Empezamos?"
"Ciertamente!" Harry laughed and Jaden laughed with him.

Malcolm sat in the internet cafe of the school and made a few music files on his computer.
"You're making some music again?" MJ stood beside him.
Malcolm quickly minimized the page, "No, I'm just fiddling with some ideas," 
"Can I have a look?"
"You can't. Not yet,"

"Okay. I got this," MJ showed him a poster of auditions open for the Rock and Pop band, "The art club made this,"
"Oh yeah, the auditions are coming up for selecting the next rock and pop band,"
"Yep! I'll put it up on the school's notice board."
"Sure, I'll go set up the stage for tomorrow,"

"It's valentine's day tomorrow. Someone you call dibs on?" MJ asked.
"No, nothing like that. I'm not dancing with anyone,"
"Pretty sad."
Malcolm smiled, "Better than death,"
"Of course," MJ laughed, "Well, see you later,"

MJ pinned the poster of the auditions for the new band for the first years. Everyone gathered around it, "Now's mine time to get the girls,"
"I want them privileges,"
"Aye yo, imma get my keyboard,"
"My guitar's coming right through, bitches. Girls can apply, right?"
"Any first year can apply,"

Brandon stood in the crowd and looked at the poster.
"I can finally make my own band with the boys," He said to himself. This was what he had been practicing for for all these years with MJ.

"BRANDON!" Brandon looked at a girl and waved at her with a smile.
"Brandon, are you going to the Valentine's dance?" She asked.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"Yes, we should go together" She smiled.

"I'd love to, but, you see, I'm going there with someone else. Sorry" Brandon smiled.
"Oh! Okay. I understand. Have fun" She went away. Brandon went to Kate's class,
"Kate, let's go to the Valentine's dance together tomorrow."
"Heck no. I'm not going" Kate said.
"Why?" Brandon said "You better say yes or else!"

"Or else? Will you start dancing alone? Please don't do that, even nerds and geeks will pity you." We would congratulate you but yes, we'd pity you for even attempting to leave your house for human interactions.

"I'll kidnap you to dance with me."
"ARE YOU A CRIMINAL OR WHAT?!"
"Don't force me to commit a crime in that case" Brandon said.

"Look, two guys dancing together is gay and gross. So, forget it. Grab a chick if you really wanna dance with someone that badly. I'm sure there would be many of them who would be more than happy to go with you. Right, Mr Prince?" Kate said.

"But Kate, hey, wanna make a band together?" Brandon quickly switched the topic since he didn't wanted to be rejected any further.
"Band?"
"Yes! I'll be the guitarist and you can become the bassist!"
"Sounds promising,"
"I'll collect the other members too!"

He walked back to his class and looked for Harry, 
"Well, the auditions for the school music club are up. Wanna make a band together?"
"What?
"Let's go to the terrace. I have something to talk about!"
"Nah, I'm not coming today,"
Brandon pulled him by his arm, "Just come,"

"What the hell?!"

Harry ran after him towards the terrace, "Why the hell do you wanna chat with me now? You have Kate, don't you?" Harry crossed his arms and stood before Brandon.
"I feel like Kate doesn't even like me. It's like, we just keep turning on and off, our relationship is not getting stable. I don't even know if we're dating,"

"Well, when you constantly flirt with other people while supposedly pursuing someone, this is what happens—"
"I ain't flirting with people," Brandon sounded cold, "I'm just being nice to them and they take it the wrong way. You have a problem with everything, don't you? First you said I'm rude to people and I should be nice, now when I am, you just call me a womanizer. What the fuck do you want, Harry? You're a fucking hypocrite,"

"Hey, I never told you to change, you did that yourself,"
"Oh, so now, I'm to blame?"
"Of course! Stop cribbing like a kid. Take responsibility of your actions. You can throw those bitches away but no, you thrive on attention!"
"IT'S YOU WHO IS ALWAYS RUNNING HIS ASS TOWARDS ME TO GRAB MY ATTENTION!"
"BITCH, I AIN'T RUNNING FOR NOBODY'S ATTENTION. AND SORRY FOR BEING A NICE FRIEND UNLIKE SOMEONE ELSE!"

"That's all you'll ever be anyways, Harry! You ain't getting laid anytime soon!"
"I—I ain't getting why you're so pissed off? It's just a guy dude and he's straight so it'll be an unstable relationship. Have some goddamn patience,"

Brandon had called Jaden and Kate too. Brandon calmed down and looked at them, "Guys! Let's make a band!"
"Band?" Harry and Jaden looked at him.
"Harry and I are on the guitar, Kate on the bass and Jaden on drums! It'll be perfect."
"But the auditions are next week. How will we prepare so fast?" Jaden asked.

"We'll perform that song we made a few days back,"
"The one that Kate wrote?"
"Yes!"
"Where will we practice though?"
"We can use Harry's basement. We even have Louisa's drumset there!" Brandon said.

"Seems cool,"
"Let's do it, guys!"
"You seem excited,"
"Of course! A band of my own is everything that I ever wanted! If we make it, it'll be a dream come true. We're gonna have a lot of fun!"

Kate looked at him, "We'll definitely do our best to get selected as the next Rock and Pop band,"

"I'm glad you're apart of the band too," Harry looked at Jaden.
"Yeah, now I can teach you Spanish even as we play," You can teach him much more stuff.
"Hell yeah!"

Brandon looked at them.
'This isn't giving me a good feeling. It feels like this Jaden dude...is taking Harry away from me,'

Well, happy realization.
Remember, you ditched him first.
You brought it upon yourself.

Time to hide the chainsaw.

-To be continued

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