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 :/


5. Chapter 4

After lunch Jess, Sky, and I all went our separate ways. 

Thankfully I only had to walk to the second floor for my next class, biology. 
If I had to walk back up to the fifth floor again I would've lost it. All these stairs are killing me. 

Once I got to class, two minutes before the bell, I took a seat at the back and settled into my seat. So far there was no sight of Matt, Cody, or Drew, meaning that they're probably not in this class.

When the bell rang, signalling the beginning of class, I let out a big sigh of relief. I'm free of the jerks for another period. 

The teacher started teaching moments later, and I took down notes and listened intently like the good little student I am. 

But all that stopped when someone stepped into the class, twenty minutes late. 

"Matthew Bishop, it's nice of you to show up." Mrs. Clark spoke up when she noticed him. 

He nodded and scanned the class for a free desk. Unfortunately the only one left was right in front of me. 

He tensed and grudgingly walked towards the desk, flopping down loudly when he got to it. 

I internally groaned at my luck. Not only was I now in another class, sitting right behind, one of the three jerks, but he probably thinks I'm obsessed with him after what happened at lunch. 

Sorry about lunch. It was nothing personal :)

I scribbled on a piece of paper, then folded it neatly and tossed it over his shoulder onto his desk. 

A minute later the paper was crumpled up and throw over his shoulder back at me. 

I unfolded it and read what it said. 

I figured. 

That's it? He figured. Obviously he's mad at me. 

Look I'm sorry but you guys were bugging me and I know Drew put you up to it. So I got back at him. It made you two leave me alone, didn't it? 

I wrote back, and threw it onto his desk again.

I saw his shoulders rise and fall, like he was taking a deep breath, then he hunched over to write down his reply. 

Moments later the paper was thrown back at me, and I quickly unfolded it again. 

I get it. You're forgiven ;) 

I smiled at the message and rolled my eyes. That was such a Cody reply. I didn't know Matt had it in him to flirt a little bit. But that's not saying much since I barely know them.

After that I actually paid attention to what the teacher was saying again, and before I knew it the bell was ringing and I was on my way to the first floor for my music class. 

And oddly enough I was accompanied by Matt, who decided he was skipping his football training class today. As we walked we talked and teased each other, and I realized that he wasn't actually that bad. 

Despite being one of Drew's little minions, he was a pretty decent guy. 

Once I got to the music room I shot him a quick goodbye, and walked in hurriedly because there was one minute until the bell rang. 

Just as I took a seat in the first open chair I saw, the bell rang and I smiled a little at the fact that I was only late for my first period class. 

"Okay group, I have a special announcement today." The music teacher started. 

"We have a new student who is extremely unique and talented, and I'm very excited to have her. She'll be our piano player. Everyone give a warm welcome to Cora Steele." 

I sunk in my seat a little, my face heating up from the sudden attention on me. 

I heard a few 'hey's and looked around the room for the first time since I got in here. 

It was the same one I heard Drew playing in, but this time it was filled with six people, including myself. 

And Drew Bates.

Of course! It just had to be him!

Despite the fact that I was furious that I had a class with him, I almost started laughing when I saw the pout on his face. 

He looked like a little kid that just got their lolly pop stolen.

"Welcome to the class Cora, I'm excited to have you and your unique talent with us." The teacher I have yet to find out the name of said.

I smiled at him but didn't say anything. 

"Okay class, today we're going to work in two groups, Kyle, Jordan, Louise, and Elle in one, Cora and Drew in another. You'll be trying to make some kind of tune together that sounds good." The teacher explained, and I internally groaned. Of course we'd be paired up together. 

I slowly made my way to the piano at the back of the room, where Drew was already sat beside with his guitar in hand. 

"Drew." I greeted stiffly. 

"Corey." He relied just as stiff. 

"Excuse me?" I asked, shocked that he would get my name wrong, unless he did that on purpose. But Corey's a boy's name!

"You heard me. Now lets get to work, Corey." He said, smirking as he tuned his guitar. 

I closed my eyes and started off doing some basic chords and a couple popular songs I knew, and Drew started doing the same. 

I stopped playing and opened my eyes to look at him play, which made him stop very quickly. 

"What are you looking at?" He snapped. 

I shrugged, "I was waiting for you to start playing something random so I could add in the piano. Since that is what we're suppose to be doing."

He rolled his eyes and started playing a catchy little tune with some chords and individual notes. 

"Are you gonna add in or what?" He asked when I didn't immediately start playing. 

Instead of answering him I just closed my eyes and started doing some chords that would compliment what he was playing, and every once in a while I would add in some high and low notes that sounded great with the tune we were making. 

We played this for quite a while. Not once messing up or playing out of sync with the other. 

"Very well you two. With the way you're playing now, I'd say you're going to be partners this whole year." The teacher suddenly said, causing Drew and I to stop playing. 

"We're not that good." I said. We couldn't be partners for the whole year! That's torture!

"Yes you are. And it really is remarkable that you don't mess up at all when you play, since your eyes are closed the whole time." The teacher replied, looking awed by the way I play.

It's really not that remarkable. The only reason I close my eyes is because I see my dad playing every time my eyes are open.

I just shrugged in response and shifted uncomfortably on the piano bench. I hated talking about my talents like this. 

"You know, you and Drew are the perfect pair." The teacher stated.

I choked on my spit, and coughed a few times and by the sound of it Drew did the same thing. 

"What?" I half cough, half breathed. 

The teacher let out a loud laugh,"I didn't mean like that. You two are both very talented and on the same skill level, so you can keep up with each other. And the way you played together today just proves that the musical side of you two compliments each other." Mr. What's his name explained. 

I let out a little sigh of relief, but for someone to say that Drew and I were connected in any type of way had me stressed. 

When the teacher saw that Drew and I weren't going to reply, he shook his head with a smile on his face, and went to the other group. 

As soon as the teacher was gone Drew started playing again, but not the song we just made up. Now he was playing the song I herd him play when I accidentally spied on him.

I listened to the sad song for a few seconds, and then decided to add in some piano. 

I closed my eyes and played the chords that went perfectly with his guitar. 

I was smiling as we played and the beautifully sad music filled the room. I was so into it that I didn't notice that everyone stopped playing their instruments, nor did I hear the bell go.

In that moment it was just me and the music.

I saw the notes swirling in my mind, in colours of purple and blue, and I felt the chords run through the piano and into my fingers. 

And I realized why I was here. Why I continued to play even after my parents died. 

It was the rush I got when I started playing, followed by the peace I felt when I really got into a song.

This must be why my father pushed me into piano, because he wanted me to feel what he felt when playing. 

If only they could be here right now. Seeing how much I've grown as an artist and musician. 

God I miss them so much. Every day when I wake up I think that maybe this was all just a nightmare, and I'll wake up and go downstairs to find my mom cooking breakfast and my dad sat at the table talking to her. 

When I stopped playing, I opened my eyes and looked down at my shaking hands. 

I took a deep, unsteady breath and stood up, whipping away the tears I didn't mean to let out. 

I didn't look at anyone as I stormed out of the room and back to my dorm. I didn't want to see their faces filled with confusion or pity.

Why was I crying in the first place? Sure I started thinking about my parents, but they didn't die yesterday. I can think about them without breaking down, so what was different this time?

As soon as I got to my dorm I changed into a sweater and leggings, and decided to go outside for a jog. 

I have no idea what possessed me to do this because I hate any physical activity, but I just needed to get away from everything, and at the time I thought running was the answer. 

I walked around the school grounds, trying to find the track they must have. I mean what kind of rich school doesn't have a track?

Eventually I did end up finding it, and started jogging once I stepped foot on the rubbery surface. 

I ran for what felt like hours but was probably no more than a few minutes, when I started getting tired. 

I was slowing down with every step I took, and eventually I was at a slow walk.

"You're really out of shape." A familiar voice said from beside me. 

I let out a small squeal of surprise, not expecting anyone to be here. 

I turned my head to look at Matt, who was now walking beside me, smiling slightly. 

"I'm more of an artistic person." Was all I said, training my eyes on the track in front of me.

"So why are you out here then?" He questioned. 

I just shrugged in reply, not completely knowing the answer. 

A few minutes went by before Matt spoke up again, breaking the comfortable silence. 

"So uh, I heard what happened in music." 

I stopped walking and let out a sigh, "Drew told you." 

"Yeah, he seemed worried." Matt answered, walking backwards in font of me so we could talk face to face. 

I scoffed. Drew? Worried? About me? Yeah right. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked quietly, his tone soft and soothing, his eyes warm and gentle. 

I shook my head, "I'd rather not."

He smiled at me and replied, "That's fine. You barely know me anyway."

I smiled back at him gratefully. He really was a good guy, and I could learn to like him.

"Look, I know I've already said this but I am sorry for what happened at lunch today. It wasn't right and-" 

"It's fine, I understand why you did it." He cut me off, smiling and shrugging. 

"Do you want me to coach you into better shape?" He offered, changing the subject. 

I rolled my eyes and smiled, "Sure, but don't go too hard on me." 

"Alright, training starts now. Catch me if you can!" And with that he took off running, with me trailing right behind him.

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