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 :/


9. Chapter 8

"Please don't leave me!" I begged my two best friends who were currently saying goodbye to me. 

It's the first weekend they're both going home to see their families, and they're going to leave me behind all by myself. I never visit my aunt Maria because she doesn't want anything to do with me, so I'm stuck here. 

And I don't even have Matt to hang out with because he's going home too. 

"Sorry but it's my mom's birthday." Sky told me. 

"And my parents are making me come home." Jess added, giving me an apologetic smile.

"Fine, leave me to die of boredom!" I exclaimed dramatically. 

"Bye." They sang as they headed out the door. 

What am I suppose to do now? I've already eaten and I don't have any shows to binge watch. This is going to be a terrible weekend. 

After a while of doing nothing I decided to wander the halls in an attempt to find something to entertain me for a while. 

I sighed as I headed out the door. Stupid friends having families and stuff. They could've taken me with one of them. 

Eventually I found myself in front of the music room. It was empty so I went in and sat down on the piano bench. 

It's been a week since the performance and Drew and I haven't spoken, not that I'm complaining. He's even made Matt and Cody stop bugging me. It's like I don't exist in his world anymore. 

Maybe he was calling a truce. He apologized for blaming me for his mistake in the song, and now he's stopped bugging me. I should be happy, right? 

But I can't help missing the anticipation of what he's going to come up with next to annoy me.

I think I actually want things to go back to normal. All I've known is Drew's presence, whether it was in music class or math when Cody and Matt were bugging me. He was always there somehow. And now it's like he's disappeared without actually leaving. He's still around but he's not the Drew I know.

I placed my hands on the keys of the piano and started playing the all too familiar chords and notes of our song. I almost wish Drew was here playing his part. 

As I played the song I pictured Drew and I on stage, this time without either of us messing up. 

I smiled as the song came to an end and sat with my eyes still closed for a minute. 

The creek of a door opening snapped me back to reality. I whipped my head around to the direction of the noise and saw Drew walking into the room. 

Think of the Devil and he shall appear. 

"Oh, you're here." He said when he noticed me. And although those words would usually be rude, he didn't say them in a mean way. 

"I was just leaving anyway." I replied, standing up to leave.

He furrowed his brow as he thought for a second, and then said words I never thought I'd hear him say to me. "Don't go."

I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off.

"I mean, you can leave but you don't have to, you were here first." 

I gave him a confused look, but shook off his words and sat back down at the piano. 

He's actually being kind of nice. What's wrong with him? Maybe he hit his head.

"I didn't hit my head." He suddenly said. 

I looked at him, shocked. He must be a mind reader!

"You said it out loud." He explained when I didn't reply.

"Oh." Was all I could say. I really have to stop doing that. 

After that it was silent, so I started playing random tunes. I was enjoying just messing around when I heard it. The song. 

Drew was playing the intro to our song. 

I smiled as I waited to join in. 

I needed this. I have no friends for the weekend, I'm lonely, and this song makes everything better for a while. 

I try to play different songs, desperate to feel my heart warm up again, but it never happens. Even when I play our song alone. The only time I feel whole is when I'm playing with him. 

As the music swirled around us I felt it again, the warmth, and I couldn't help but grin. 

And when the song came to an end I felt the same sadness I did when we performed.

 Like an addict, I needed to feel the warmth again. I needed to feel whole again. And I was sad that I wasn't going to, maybe ever again. 

"I know it's a sad song but why do you look like you're going to cry?" Drew asked when I didn't open my eyes or play something else. 

I shrugged, "I just love playing our song." 

I wanted to tell him why I really looked sad, but I can't. I'm not going to let my guard down for someone that doesn't like me. 

"Well uh, if you ever want to play it just come find me." He replied, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his face.

"Thanks." Was all I said as I looked down at the piano in confusion. 

Why is he being nice? 

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I broke it. Things were just too awkward right now. "I'm gonna go."

And before he could reply I was in the hallway, face palming and hurrying back to my room. 

That was weird.

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I finally found a show to watch! So for the past six hours I've been watching it. Yes, six hours. I really have nothing better to do, and I didn't want to wander the halls in case I ran into Drew. 

I've decided to avoid him after our time in the music room earlier. It was just too weird. 

But now I'm starting to get bored. A girl can only watch so much of one show before she needs a break.

I looked around the room, hoping to find something to save me from the boredom, and my eyes landed on my phone sitting on the night table beside my bed. 

I took it to see if anyone's texted me, and much to my surprise I had a text from Matt. 

From: Coach Matty

What are you wearing? ;) 

I rolled my eyes at his weird way of flirting. Two can play at that game. 

To: Coach Matty

Why do you just assume I'm wearing clothes? ;P

He's not going to know how to reply to that. 

I excitedly waited for his response when my phone started ringing. 

"Hello." I greeted Matt. 

"Please tell me you're actually not wearing any clothes." 

I rolled my eyes, what a guy thing to say. 

"I'm wearing my hello kitty pj bottoms and a stained tank top." I told him, crushing all his fantasies with just one sentence.

"Oh you're such a tease."

"Isn't that what you love about me?" I laughed, he actually sounded disappointed. 

I heard him chuckle. "Of course it is dear." 

"Now that we've got that over with, you need to save me from the boredom!" I begged. 

"Unfortunately I can't do that. But we could talk for a while, that'll help a bit." He suggested. 

That's better than nothing. "Well okay." I fake sighed. 

We chatted for a while about nothing and then it dawned on me. I can ask him whats going on with Drew. They are best friends after all. 

"So what's up with your fearless leader? He hasn't ordered you or Cody to annoy me recently, and he was nice to me today."

I could practically see his confused face through the phone. "I never really noticed until you just pointed it out but yeah, he has been different. I have no idea why though, sorry."

"It's okay, but I hope things go back to normal. This is just weird."

"Matt, it's time to watch the movie." I heard through my phone. 

"Sorry, I have to go. Family time." He told me, sounding fake grossed out when he said the last part. 

"Well okay, Goodbye." I said, and waved. Oh god, why? He can't even see me. 

"Goodbye Cora." 

As I hung up the phone I realized something. I like Matt. As a friend of course, but I genuinely enjoy talking to him. I wouldn't mind hanging out with him like real friends. Why is he close to someone like Drew? 

A knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts. 

Who would be knocking at my door? Especially at 9:00 at night?

I opened the door to reveal a man in his early twenties, holding an envelope. 

"You have mail." Was all he said as he gave me the envelope. 

And before I could thank him, he was walking down the hallway. 

Who would send me mail? Theres no one I'm close to except for the friends I've made at school this year. 

I cautiously opened the letter inside and read the messy writing. 

It wasn't an accident.

Maria's next.

What's that suppose to mean? What wasn't an accident?

"Cora could you please come down to the front office?" A voice through the P.A system in my room said. 

What's going on? 

I slowly made my way to the office, trying to think of any reason they had to call me down. 

"I'm Cora. I was called down." I told Mrs. Catherine, the secretary I met on my first day here. 

"Go right in." She told me, pointing to the principal's door and giving me a reassuring smile.

"You can take a seat right there." The principal said when I entered his office, pointing to the chair facing his desk. 

As I sat down I realized that I don't know his name. I don't know the principal of my school's name.

"I have some bad news." he told me, and I stayed silent as I waited for the news. What news could he possibly have?

"Your aunt Maria was in a car accident. It seems that her car was hit by a drunk driver. She didn't make it. I'm sorry." He told me in a robotic tone. Like he's done this countless times before.

What? Aunt Maria's dead?

This can't be happening again. This is so not happening again. 

"You're joking, right?" I snapped, taking him by surprise. 

"No. I'm-I'm sorry." He replied, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. 

I got up stormed out of the room, the office, and the school.

How could this happen again?


And then I remembered the letter I just got. 

Maria's next. 

She was murdered. Theres no other possibility. I got a letter from the person that killed her.

It wasn't an accident. 

What does that mean? That aunt Maria's accident was intentional?

And then it hit me. The same thing happened to my parents. 

It wasn't an accident. 

My parents were killed by the same person that killed my aunt. 

This can't be happening.

I started running. I don't know where I was going but I couldn't stop. 

I just needed to run. I had to get away from this. From everything.

My lungs were burning as I held back sobs, and my legs ached, but I couldn't stop.

And then I hit something and fell to the ground. 

I was on my hands and knees now, crying uncontrollably. 

Why? I banged my fist on the ground.

"Why?" I screamed, banging my fist on the ground again. 

"What happened?" A deep, panicked voice asked. 

I didn't run into a tree or something, I ran into a person

"Why?" I whispered weakly. I felt like I could just slip away at any second, and I wished the ground would swallow me up and take the pain away. 

"Cora. Talk to me." The voice demanded. 

I looked up to see who I ran into banged my fist on the ground when I saw who it was. 

Drew Bates. 

When I didn't say anything he sat down and pulled me towards him.

 I wanted to push him away, or scream at him to leave me alone,  but I couldn't. 

I can't do anything.

"Shh. Please don't cry." He whispered, wrapping his arms around me. 

I'm sitting outside, in the dark, on the ground, as Drew embraces me. 

"Go away. Please go away." I begged through sobs. 

I need to be alone. 

His grip tightened and he shook his head "I'm not leaving you like this." 

This isn't right. Why is he here? Why is he doing this?

"I'm here and I'm not leaving until you're okay." He whispered. 

I don't know how long we sat like that, but eventually I couldn't cry anymore, and calmed down. 

When I composed myself I slid out of Drew's grasp and sat across from him.

"You didn't need to do that." I told him as I looked down at the grass. 

"Look at me." He said.

 I shook my head. I can't do that or I'm going to break down again.

This time he gently pushed my chin up until I couldn't see the ground anymore. 

"Look at me." He calmly repeated. 

 I looked him in the eye. His were darker than I've ever seen them, and filled with, sadness?

"What's wrong?" He asked in a tone that left no room for argument. 

I looked away. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Tell me." 

I shook my head. "Please don't make me say it. Please." I begged, tears starting to fill my eyes again. 

"Fine." He sighed. 

We sat in silence for a while, and I was okay with it. I appreciate his company. I know I shouldn't be alone right now.

"I'm going to bring you back to your room now." Drew suddenly said, and stood up, putting a hand out to help me up. 

I took it and he pulled me up a little to roughly, causing me to bump into his chest. 

I quickly backed away, and then started towards my dorm. 

As we walked I looked around. I ended up in the middle of the football field. 

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