Hey so the above photo is Drew.

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I arrived at school a few minutes early to personalise my locker. I added a mirror, a ton of band posters and an emergency black eyeliner pencil. (What? You never know when you're gonna need to look extra dark and vampirish.)

I slam my locker shut and turn to walk to homeroom. Well, I would have, had I not walked into a certain lean muscled chest.

Drew Siam.

"How's it going, Princess?"

"Don't call me that." I roll my eyes and take a step back. Seriously, can this guy not take a rather obvious hint?

"I'll call you what I like."

"Fuck off, dipshit."

"I think you're forgetting that we have homeroom together and then Music first period."

"I look forward to it," I replied in a sarcastic tone.

My soul, but I hate him.

Mr Shay greets us and takes the registration.

"Unger?"

"Here."

"Wilde?"

I don't respond.

"Ms Jay Wilde?"

"Here."

"I meant to ask, is Jay short for anything?"

Jay was the only thing my biological parents gave me. I was literally just a baby delivered to the orphanage with a note: Jay. 3 months old.

When I was 5, my dad realised that Sebastian and I looked scarily alike. So he took us both for a blood test. That was when we discovered that Sebastian and I were siblings, same mom and same dad. What are the odds? That was also the day we found out that Sebastian had leukemia.

The bell rang and ended my dark, bitter thoughts.

"No, it's not short for anything."

I practically run to Music. All I wanted now was a distraction from painful memories.

I take a seat and our teacher, Mr Navarette, sets out a guitar and keyboard.

"Ok so to start off the semester and maybe break some ice, who here can sing?"

The entire class raises their hands.

"So I want each of you to come up and sing something for the class. This is mandatory and I will be marking you on it. You can sing with a keyboard, guitar or a capella."

Joy.

"Let's see. Can we please have Mr Drew Siam first?"

Smirking in the way only rich assholes know how to, Drew saunters over to an acoustic guitar and puts on a capo. He begins to strum a familiar melody and I feel my eyes well up. Drew is playing I Miss You by Blink 182.

This was one of Sebastian's favourite songs of all time.

"Hello there,
The angel from my nightmare.
The shadow in the background of the morgue.
The unsuspecting victim
Of darkness in the valley.
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want.
Where you can always find me,
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas,
And in the night we'll wish this never ends, we'll wish this never ends.

I miss you, I miss you.

I miss you, I miss you."

His voice is incredible. Soft yet strong, with a gritty undertone. With strength I didn't know I had, I pull myself together and clap with the rest of the class. That was a close call. I, Jay Wilde, heartbreaker and troublemaker extraordinaire, had almost displayed emotion. In front of people. Ew.

A few more people went after that but most of them sang either Hello by Adele or Stay by Rihanna and Mickey Ekko. Even the guys.

"Only three more people left. Up next can we have...drum roll please....Jay Wilde! Wow, you even have the perfect name to be a popstar."

"Thanks but I'm more of a rock/alternative girl myself."

I pick up the acoustic guitar and start tapping a beat on it.

"La da da da. La da da da da, la da da da da da daa.

When Rome's in ruins,
We are the lions, free of the coliseum.
In poison places, we are antivenom.
We're the beginning of the end.

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds,
But it's all over now.
Before it has begun,
We've already won!

We are wild! We are like young volcanoes.
We are wild! Americana, exotica.
Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?"

I (in my not so humble opinion) finish Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy flawlessly. I happen to be an exceptionally talented musician and singer. I even write songs.

The class applauds and I flash a victorious smirk in Drew's direction. He was good and he made a cute attempt to reel me in there. But I'm better and I don't fall for things like that.

Suck on that, pretty-boy.

"A very well done, Ms Wilde. I look forward to more from you this year. Next we have Kat Brown."

I give Kat a thumbs up. "Good luck!" I mouth.

She sings quietly and nervously with her eyes closed and without any instruments. Her voices shakes slightly as she sings Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez (clean version of course. I mean there is a teacher present!). She has a very gentle, sweet voice.

Then the last chick in the class sang. None other than Yvonne Owens.

Sweet baby Austin Sykes but she can't sing. And might I add that she looks even less dressed today than yesterday.

"Well thank you for that...different rendition of Sia's Chandelier," worded Mr Navarette.

Different is a kind word to use. I would have leaned more towards worse than swimming through the seven straights of hell.

The bell rang and we left for lunch. I locate the table where my friends were sitting and take out my lunch.

"So, what's new?" I asked.

"Well we were just discussing-"

"What?"

"Something hot as hell this way comes."

"Ladies."

I hear a voice in my ear and feel hot breath on my neck. Guess who?

Let me give you a hint: not Santa Claus.