The Music we Make

Cora Steele is a girl with talents anyone would die for.

Drew Bates is a guy with talents he would die to get rid of.

They're polar opposites and hate each other from the moment they first speak.

He wants all the attention and she attracts it.

But over time they learn that they're not so different after all, and maybe they could learn to like each other.

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Cora was a happy, talented girl until her parents died right before her first year of high school.
Now it's two years later and she has to go to a school for the talents that she hates to love.
She knows its the right thing to do but can she handle all the pain and pressure her talents bring?
Maybe with the help of a few friends and a special boy, she can survive the rest of high school, and maybe even learn to love it.

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P.S. I'm really bad at descriptions so sorry :/


2. Chapter 1

I just got here, but I already hate this stupid school. It was huge and rich and perfect and stupid

"Look at how clean the floors are!" Aunt Maria exclaimed. She's been going on and on about how great this place is since we stepped out of the car. 

If she likes it so much, why doesn't she just enrolled here and I'll go back to live at her house, alone in peace. 

"The windows are so clear." She went on. 

I scoffed and quickened my pace. We've been walking around for half an hour and we still haven't found the reception office. 

I bet if she stopped fangirling over the floors we would've found it by now.

All I wanted to do was get my school schedule and dorm room so I could sulk and sleep. 

"You're never going to make any friends with that scowl on your face." Maria commented, talking about something other than the school's appearance for the first time since we arrived. 

I was about to reply with something sarcastic, but the words died in my throat when I saw a door with the word 'reception' above it. 

I practically ran towards it, only stopping when I was at the door so I could compose myself. As much as I didn't want to be here, I still needed to make a good first impression. I wouldn't want to start off at a new school with the staff hating me. 

I was already in the office when Maria reached me, and I could practically feel her disapproving glare burning two holes into the back of my head. Sorry I left you behind! Not.

"Hi sweetie, how can I help you?" The secretary behind the reception desk asked politely. The name plate on the desk told me her name was Mrs. Catherine.

She had her brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, and welcoming brown eyes. I decided that so far, I like her. 

"My name is Cora Steele and I'm new here." I told her, giving her a small shy smile. (A/N try saying small shy smile ten times fast :0)

"Oh yes, I've heard lots about you." She said as she rummaged through her desk for my schedule and dorm information. 

"All good things I hope." I replied, making small talk as I waited. 

"Of course! I've heard about what you can do, it's all the staff has been talking about. We've been very excited for you to come." She informed me and handed over my schedule and dorm key. 

"Thank you." I muttered quietly, taking in everything that she said. 

The staff has been talking about me? Surly what I can do isn't that impressive. There's students here that were far more talented than me. 

"Your dorm is in the music wing, number 114." She told me, smiling warmly. 

"Okay, it was nice meeting you." I replied as I made my way back towards the door. 

"You too Cora, and welcome to Jefferson Academy."

I gave her one last smile before pushing through the door and walking back into the empty hallway. It was kind of strange for such a big place to be so empty, but it was eleven o'clock in the morning on a Friday, so everyone must be in class. 

"We should head to your dorm." Aunt Maria suggested, causing me to jump with a start. I forgot she was here. 

I nodded in agreement and started towards a convenient school map that was on the wall beside the reception door. 

Music wing, oh music wing, where is the music wing? I sang in my head as my eyes scanned the map. 

Oh would you look at that, It's all the way on the other side of the building. Splendid!

I immediately started marching in the direction of my new room, trusting that my aunt would follow. 

Sure enough a moment later I heard her heals click against the floor as she jogged to catch up with me. I could tell she wasn't impressed with me, even without looking at her, but I also knew she wouldn't say anything since I was in a bad mood.

Thirty minutes later, after following the signs that lead to the music wing, I made it to my room. 

Aunt Maria was practically wheezing when we stopped outside my room, which was pretty pathetic. Sure I'd been walking fast, but not that fast. 

"Open the damn door already!" Maria snapped, panting heavily. 

I chuckled and took my time taking out the key and opening the door. Karma's a which, huh Maria? 

As soon as the door was open Maria shoved past me and dropped down on one of the two beds. 

I sure hope that one isn't mine

"Well you can leave now." I told her, smiling at the sight of my stuff. Earlier today we shipped off all the stuff I really wanted to take with me, since this was where I'd live permanently, so we didn't have to carry everything through the school. And thank god for that! 

"I'll help you unpack!" She offered desperately, making an excuse to stay and rest. For a second I thought she was even going to drop to her knees and beg. 

"No thanks." I declined politely, turning away so she wouldn't see my smirk. 

"But Cor-" I cut her off by raising my hand, surprised that she actually stopped. 

"I just want to be alone, and I'm not particularly happy with you at the moment." I told her honestly, trying to put it as nicely as possible. 

"Fine." She said, raising her head so she looked snobby, but I don't think that's what she was going for. 

"Well bye." I muttered, taking one last look at my aunt. 

She looked so much like my mom, straight blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a petit figure. 

I looked nothing like them, apart from how small I was. I had my dad's wavy brown hair and green eyes. 

As Maria walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her, I was hit by a wave of sorrow. Not because she was leaving, but because I still missed my parents so much it hurt. 

They died just before I entered grade nine. They were coming to get me from my friend's house when their car was hit by a drunk driver. 

Even through I was now in grade eleven, and they passed away a littler over two years ago, it still hurt just as bad as the day I found out. 

Get over it I heard Maria say in the back of my mind. Maybe she's right. Maybe I do need to get over it, I mean it was two years ago and there's nothing I can do to change what happened. Even if it was my fault. 

I'm the reason they were in the car in the first place. If I didn't get into an argument with my friend and demand to be picked up early, maybe they'd still be alive today. 

And I knew Maria thought the same thing. Every time my mom is brought up, Maria looks over at me with resentment. Even though she's never said it out loud, she makes it pretty clear who she blames for her sister's death.

I sighed and looked around my room, seeing boxes of my stuff on one side. And to my amusement, the bed Maria flopped down on was the one on the opposite side of the room. I feel bad that my roommate has to sleep on a bed that Maria was on. It probably smells strongly of old lady perfume now.

After changing into a pair comfortable jogging pants and a tank top, I decided to unpack. Luckily that didn't take too long because all I really had to do was put away my clothes, books and a few random things. 

The last thing I unpacked was a picture of my mom, dad and I from a trip to Niagara Falls we made not too long before they died. This was the last family photo we took. 

I placed it on my new bedside table, then flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes. The one good thing about this school was that they had really comfortable beds.

My eyes snapped open when I heard someone fumbling with the door handle, outside the room. 

I sat up and looked at my phone for the time and saw that it was already ten after three. I must have fallen asleep.

Finally after a few minutes of fumbling, the door swung open to reveal a girl. She looked surprised to see someone else in her room, but that quickly faded and a welcoming smile took over. 

"Oh hi. I'm Skylar White but you can call me Sky." She introduced herself, and I almost laughed at how much her name suits her. 

When I think of the sky I think of light blue, and that was the colour of her eyes, and her hair was practically white, just like her last name. 

"I'm Cora Steele." I replied quietly, giving her a small smile. 

"Oh I know. Everyone's heard about you." She said, closing the door behind her and sitting down on her bed. 

"Oh." was all I said. I knew the staff has been talking about me, but the students too? That's just weird.

"So is it true that you draw with your eyes closed?" She asked, bouncing on her bed as she eagerly awaited my answer. 

I chuckled at her excitement and nodded. 

"That's so cool!" She exclaimed. 

I shrugged a shoulder, "I guess. But I can't even draw a stick man with my eyes opened." 

I use to be normal and draw with my eyes opened, but after my parents died things changed and now I can't draw unless they're closed. 

She looked at me with amazement,"Seriously." 

I simply nodded again. 

"So if you're here for drawing, why are you in the music wing?" She asked curiously. This girl sure has a lot of questions. 

"I'm here for piano too." I informed her. 

"So you're a multi talent." She asked, but it came out as more of a statement. 

"A what?" What did she just call me? I hope that's not some freaky talent insult or something. 

"A multi talent. There's only a few here but it means that you're here for two or more different types of talent." She explained. 

"What are you here for?" I asked, steering the conversation away from myself. I hated talking about myself.

"Singing." She replied, shrugging like it was no big deal. But that was certainly a big deal! I knew you had to be a perfect singer if you wanted to get accepted here for that. 

"Wow, you must be amazing." I stated the obvious, internally face palming at my stupidity. 

"I'm alright I guess." She mumbled modestly, blushing at the compliment. 

I laughed and shook my head. I think Sky and I are going to be good friends. Thank god I didn't get stuck with a rude roommate. 

"So want me to show you around and introduce you to some people. I know the whole school is just dying to meet you." She offered, bouncing excitedly on her bed. She seemed to have a habit of that.

I looked down at my tank top and jogging pants, wincing at the stain on my shirt. 

"Sure, I just need to change first." I agreed, going over to my dresser to take out a cute jumper and black leggings. I couldn't look like a slob while meeting everyone. 

After I picked out my clothes I looked around, giving Sky a thankful smile when she pointed to our bathroom. 

Stupid rich school with walk in closets and bathrooms for every room. 

After I got dressed I ran a brush through my hair, which went down to my belly button, and decided that I was good to go. 

I don't really wear makeup other than mascara, mostly because I have no idea how make up works, and for whatever reason I put mascara on this morning, so I didn't need to do that now. 

"Ready?" She asked when I sat back down on my bed. 

I nodded my head and bit my lip, nervous to meet the people here. What if they don't like me? 

"Everyone will love you." Sky told me, seeing the nervous look on my face. Or maybe she's a mind reader. Okay I doubt that, but you never know. 

Ten minutes later Sky was leading me to the 'den', as she liked to call it, after showing me the cafeteria and one of the gyms. Yes that's right, there's more than one gym here. Stupid rich school. 

As we walked, Sky babbled on about the latest gossip and filled me in on everything that's happened over the years, but I was only half listening.

My mind was preoccupied with the fact that we were heading towards the den, which Sky said was the place that everyone hung out. 

Apparently there's a den for each wing, and there's six wings in total. One for each type of talent. 

There was an art wing, music wing, dance wing, literature wing, sports wing and brain wing.

When Sky told me the name of the last wing I had laughing fit while she informed me that the brain wing was for the super geniuses here. 

Suddenly Sky stopped walking when we were in front of a door, almost causing me to crash into her back. This must be the door to the den. 

I bit my lip as the nerves of meeting so many new people kicked in. What if they make fun of me for the way I draw? 

Sky, seeing how nervous I was, smiled at me encouragingly and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Everyone will love you." she repeated her earlier words, and with that she took her hand off of me, pulled the door open, and stepped inside. 

I heard everyone talking and greeting her, but when I stepped in everyone fell silent. 

I closed the door to distract myself from the awkward silence, but once that was done I was once again facing the curious glances of everyone.

"This is my new roommate Cora Steele." Sky told everyone, breaking the uncomfortable silence. 

"Hi." I said quietly and gave everyone a small smile.

Some people greeted me back, or smiled, while other just looked at me curiously. 

"And before anyone asks, everything we've heard about her talent is true." Sky spoke up again, cutting a girl off that had opened her mouth, probably to ask about my whole closed eyes drawing thing. 

When Sky's words sunk in, some people started whispering to each other, while others looked at me in amazement or jealousy. Why those people were jealous? I'll never know. 

"Wait if you're here for art, why are you in the music wing?" A girl with fiery red hair and blue eyes asked. 

"She here for piano too." Sky answered for me, which I was thankful for. I hated being put on the spot in front of a  large number of people.

The people that were looking at me with jealousy before we're now full on glaring, and the others whispered about how I'm a 'multi talent'. 

"That's cool. I'm Jess by the way." the girl with red hair said, walking up to us. 

"Hi." I said lamely, shooting her a nervous smile.

As you could tell I'm a pretty shy person until I warm up to you. Thankfully Sky is quite the talker so it didn't take long to get used to her. 

"Don't worry, I won't bite." She joked. 

I laughed and relaxed a little bit. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. 

"What's your talent?" I asked Jess. 

"I sing and play cello." She answered, smiling proudly.

"Does everyone in the music wing sing or something?" I asked, dramatically throwing my hands up in defeat.

"Pretty much. Why, you don't?" Sky asked.

"I don't think I'm good enough to sing here." I mumbled, embarrassed.

Jess rolled her eyes, "I'm sure you're just being modest." 

I opened my mouth to reply when the door suddenly opened, startling me.

Everyone went silent again as three guys walked into the room and took a seat on one of the many couches in the den.

I didn't really notice how cool the den really was until now. It had a few t.v.s, a bunch of couches and chairs, a fridge and a pool table. Stupid rich school. 

I looked at the three guys for a moment as they started talking amongst each other, and had to admit, they were all very attractive. Muscular, perfect hair and great fashion sense.

"Who are they?" I asked, directing my attention back to Jess and Sky. 

"That's Matt." Jess answered, nodding towards the one with Black hair and brown eyes. "And Cody." She continued, gesturing towards the one with shaggy blonde hair and honey brown eyes. 

"And that." Sky said, looking at the one with dark brown hair, light grey eyes and tanned skin, "Is Drew Bates."

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