Jon's POV

I arrived at school about half an hour before it started, like I usually do. I did it to get there so I could get some practice time in with Brit, but that wasn't happening anymore. I felt terrible, but this was eventually going to happen. It happens to every group. Look at Sonny and Cher.

And who else? That's all you can think of, isn't it? You shouldn't have let her go. It's your own stupid fault.

Thoughts filled my brain, and it made me feel worse. We could have made it. Why did I have to be an ass? She was the one person I actually cared about. She helped me get off my drug addiction, and she's been there for me in every bad situation. And I had to be a dick. She was right about it possibly ruining our career, because it could get in the way of our music, and we wouldn't be able to focus on it, we'd be too worried about ourselves. I decided I would apologize.

I walked in through the doors and entered the school. I made my way towards her locker, and I saw her standing there talking to.... Zayn? What the fuck was he doing here? Why was she even talking to him? She knew how I felt.

She thinks you hate her now, dumb ass. What is she supposed to do, wait on you forever?

My brain had a point. I decided to keep on walking. I glanced at her, and we made eye contact, but I never stopped. I rounded the corner to the bench where we would sit at, and I stopped there, hurting. Tears stung in my eyes, but I blinked them back. Two could play this game. She wanted to get with another guy, I could do the exact same thing with another girl. I owed one a phone call, actually, and she was standing at her locker right now. Her name was Kyara, and she was one of the prettiest girls in my grade. We went on a date a few months ago, but it didn't really feel right at the time, since I loved Brit, but that wasn't going to happen, so what was stopping me now? I walked up to her.

"Hey, Kyara," I greeted her, smiling.

"Hey, Jon. What's up?" she asked, smiling back.

"I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight."

She got a look of shock on her face. "Sure, I guess. What time?"

"Is seven okay? I'll pick you up."

"Yeah, sure," she said, grinning. "See you then."

"Yeah, see you then."

I left her locker, back to my bench, and sat down. I took out my song book and started writing down some lyrics. Trying to think, been a hell of a week, my time's running short, and the wind, it roars.......

Brit's POV

"Guess what, Kyara." I said, still smiling like a retard.

"What?" she asked, laughing.

"I. Am. Going. On. A. Date. With. Zayn. Malik!" I squealed his name really loud and did a little dance in my sitting position. Not awkward at all.

Kyara's mouth opened in awe. "No. Fucking. Way! How the hell did that happen?"

I told her the story, from me and Jon's performance to the boys stopping by our practice room to me and Jon's fight, and then to this morning a few moments ago. I was ecstatic, but the smile fell from her face.

"What is it?" I asked her. "Aren't you happy for me?"

"Yeah, but...." she trailed off. "Never mind."

"Tell me, woman."

She sighed, and closed her eyes. "Jon just asked me on a date."

My smile disappeared, and I felt a tightness in my stomach, along with a hot sensation in my chest and head. No, I thought. Not this.

I got up, and walked away from her. I couldn't talk to her right now. I wasn't mad. I don't know what I was feeling.

"Brit, wait a--" Kyara started, but I held up my hand to where she could see it behind me. I had to do something. I rounded the corner, and I saw Jon sitting on the bench, writing in his song book. Fuck you and your stupid song book, I thought. I walked up to him, and tried to speak.

"You think..." I started, but I could only manage sentence fragments. "Do you know... What the fuck... how could... my best friend... her... she... I don't..." I was pointing in Kyara's general direction, making crazy movements with my hands, stuttering everywhere, and then I just burst into tears, and I ran into the nearest bathroom, which was behind me. I went into the big stall, sat on the toilet, and I put my face in my hands, my elbows on my knees. I was still crying, and the bell was about to ring at any moment. I had to get it together, but I just cried harder. How could he do this to me? With my best friend? I didn't get it; I didn't think Jon was like this.

You've lost him. Nothing you can do now.

I completely lost it. I had never cried so hard in all my life, except when my parents died. I never thought I would feel that pain again. It's the kind of pain that you feel deep in your chest, and you just want to wail and scream. Unfortunately, you can't do that in a school bathroom.

After about five minutes, I wiped my eyes, and exited the stall. I checked myself in the mirror to make sure I didn't look like a zombie. I decided I looked pretty decent, and then the bell rang. I hurried out of the bathroom, and back to my locker to grab my laptop bag next to it. This was going to be a fun filled Monday.

Lunch Time

The bell rang, announcing the end of sixth hour, telling me it was time to go to lunch. Yeah, right. What girl actually eats lunch at school? Not me. I go to the practice room, usually with Jon, but I wasn't expecting him there today, especially after me freaking out on him this morning.

I left the Spanish room and turned towards the choir room. I entered the room and turned left to go into the practice room hallway, where the band and choir room connected. I went into the room known as the Tuba Room, where there was a piano, and instrument cases scattered on the floor. I set my bag down on a chair, and sat down on the piano bench. Just as I was about to start, my phone buzzed. I looked at it, and it was a text from Zayn.

Hello, lovely :) how are you doing today?

I just saw you this morning, I thought. But, then again, a lot had happened after he left. My Biology II teacher yelled at me for being distracted and not paying attention, my English teacher yelled at me for not having my copy of the book we were reading, and my Spanish teacher bought some cookie dough from me. Exciting.

I'm tired hbu??

I didn't think he would respond after that, so I started to play some Adele, and then my phone buzzed again.

Can't wait to see you :) I just wanted to see how you were. How's Jon?

Oh God. Not this question. Oh, well. Might as well tell him.

We are no longer working together. Or speaking. Or looking at each other. Long story.

He responded within a few seconds.

I'm so sorry! I know it's none of my business, but can I ask what happened?

No, you can't, I thought. But I didn't want to be rude.

I don't want to talk about it right now. Can I tell you when we have coffee??

His response: Absolutely, love. If there's anything I can do, let me know, okay? I'll take care of you :) see you soon

I typed back a thanks and a see you soon, and I got back to my music. I started playing Someone Like You, and I heard someone else playing in the practice room next to me. Knowing Jon, it was probably him. I could use these practice rooms as much as he could. I was in choir, and he was in band. I probably had a little more right to than he did. So you know what I did? I slammed my hands down on the piano keys, making a horrible sound, and I sang out as loud as I could, "FUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU........" Immature, I know, but it made me feel good. After that, I went back to playing, and it sounded fantastic, let me tell you. I heard a slam in the room next to me, and then I heard my door swing open. I prayed it wasn't a teacher. Please don't be my director...

I turned around, and there stood a not-so-happy Nicole, and next to her, a pissed off Violet. They were probably wondering what the hell happened between me and Jon. Ugh.

Nicole spoke up first. "What happened with you and Mr. Cranky over there?" She nodded her head in the direction of the practice room next to me. So he was in there.

I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry, girls, but, as you can see, this is my lunch hour, and I intend not to be disturbed. Go away, children, and I will call you when I get home." I laughed a little, to show them I didn't mean it seriously.

"Right when you get home," Violet said. "Promise."

"I promise," I said, raising my right hand. "Actually, why don't you go ask him over there?"

"He basically said the same thing you did, only not so nicely, with a few swear words in there, and he didn't offer to call," Nicole said. "Anyways, I'll be holding my phone in my hands, and if you don't call within half an hour of which you arrive home, I'm calling you until you answer."

I laughed. "Yes ma'am."

They nodded, and then they left me alone. Once I was about to start again, the bell rang. No practice for Brit. Joy.

Notes

Whoa plot twist. Ah okay this may be a bit bad, I don't really know I kinda wrote it at one in the morning so I'm sorry if it's bad. Please forgive and try to enjoy :/ you'll be satisfied once I get to Brit and Zayn's date and then you all will love me again :)