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Once Upon A Time...

Chapter 4

Rion's POV

I approached my seat in Honors AP English and angrily threw my messenger bag onto the back of my seat and sat down, one arm hanging around the back of the chair as I impatiently tapped my foot, waiting for the late bell to ring so we can begin. English was my absolute favorite class, as it was easy and I was able to listen to music on my iPod without the teacher noticing.

Once the bell rang, I turned to normally sit against my desk as everyone filled in the seats surrounding me. I quickly plugged in my earphones and hid my iPod in my pocket as we began reading.

“Lizzy, you’re late,” I noticed the teacher suddenly stop reading as Lizzy entered the room.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, you know how cheerleading is,” she giggled.

“Of course, take a seat, then,” my mouth almost dropped at how the teacher believed her excuse, but I had no energy to deal with it or make a snarky comment like I usually do when someone annoys me.

The dirty-blonde girl clicked her heels as she approached her seat.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. God, this is embarrassing,” Lizzy said as she tripped and everyone stared. What the fuck?

“Liz, please be more careful next time,” before I could realize what was happening, it was too late and Lizzy had already started speaking.

“I’m sorry Ms. K, but you see, it wasn’t completely my fault. I think Rion’s iPod’s earphone chords got in the way,” she snickered.

The teacher gave me a questioning look as I quickly took out and hid my earphones before she noticed.

I faced Lizzy and defended myself, “Are you sure it’s not just because you’re an amateur when it comes to heels?” everyone smirked as Liz flushed.

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I leaned against the office desk just like I had done so this morning, except this time I was holding a detention slip in my hand. Apparently, speaking up for myself against a cheerleader is a crime.

I turned around to head out to the detention room and no one really acknowledged me as they were probably used to me, a Leadership member, getting in trouble. Nothing to big to take away my spot, but small things like chewing gum or using my iPod.

I took my usual seat in the detention room, wondering when the guy was gonna come to tell us what to do. Mostly, we just sat till it ended and sometimes we would have to clean up or such.

My head was rested on my hand as I closed my eyes, trying to find some peace. Someone, however, interrupted my serenity and once I opened my eyes I realized it was Harry, taking a seat next to me. My heart sped up, but I remained cool like always.

“You have detention too, huh?” I began, hoping he would continue the conversation.

“Uh, yeah, pulled a prank on coach and got caught.” I nodded my head as he ruffled his hair. Fuck.

“So, I heard you schooled Lizzy, huh?” he asked.

“Well, I wouldn’t say schooled, more like owned, but yeah. Why? Gonna beat me up for it?” I joked.

“Nope, I don’t hurt girls,” he grinned. Well, maybe not physically.

That was basically as far as I could take the conversation without probably making a fool of myself, which I probably just did, but I took out my iPhone and started playing on it to kill time.

“Flappy Bird? Really?” he asked glancing at my phone.

“Dude, stop, seriously,” I said, but immediately regretted it thinking it may have come off too harsh, but he proved me wrong as he continued to talk.

“What’s your high score?”

“95,”

“Pfft, no, nope, I don’t believe it,”

“Yeah, well, believe it,”

He was about to say more but I once I suddenly put my phone away, he realized one of the Disciplinary Committee Crew members came in.

“Alright, for those of you who have detention, please report t the auditorium. The stage and audience seats need some dusting and the floors could use a cleaning or something.

Everyone groaned since they were all hoping they would just get to be lazy. I, however, was excited to finally get out of the tension-filled room.

Once we entered the auditorium, everyone grabbed an equipment and started complaining.

“Hey, Rion, sing for us yeah?”

“I don’t know…” I hesitated.

“Oh, come on, please,” everyone begged and I didn’t even realize people were starting to drum their equipment to a beat. Before I knew it, I was slowly beginning to sing as I washed the tall windows.

“Got up on the wrong side of life today yeah
Crashed the car and I'm gonna be really late
My phone doesn't work cause it's out of range
Looks like it's just one of those kind of days

You can't kick me down I'm already on the ground
No you can't cause you couldn't catch me anyhow
Blue skies but the sun isn't coming out no
Today it's like I'm under a heavy cloud

And I feel so alive
I can't help myself, don't you realize

I just wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and runaway yeah
I just want to fall and lose myself
Laughing so hard it hurts like hell
Forget about everything and runaway yeah

So-So is how I'm doing if you're wondering
I'm in a fight with the world but I'm winning
Stay there come closer it's at your own risk
Yeah you know how it is life can be a bitch

But I feel so alive
I can't help myself, don't you realize

Runaway, Runaway...
Runaway, Runaway...
Runaway, Runaway...

Singing the song released some of my stress, like singing always does. Everyone was singing along and dancing and that’s what made singing so much more beautiful. Not only was the singer pat of it, but also the audience.

If I have to live life knowing I’ll never have the person I want, then at least I still have my fans right behind me.