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This was the first time I saw Yvan this mad. Damn. He must had had pent up anger in him. Either way, I shouldn't had done what I did back there. And I didn't entirely disagree with what he said. I was a jerk. And really, I couldn't care less.

Note to self: Don't ask Yvan 'what's wrong' multiple times. It would only piss him off more than he already was.

So I did as I was told. I set my saxophone up. Still couldn't believe he would go off like that. It was so not like him.

What was wrong with him, though?

"What the hell did you do?" sounded an angered voice belonging to a girl.

"Do what?" I asked as I looked up. "Oh hey, Robyn."

And why the hell do I have to deal with his sister now?

"Are you really that dense?" she crossed her arms and released a frustrated sigh. I raised an eyebrow. "Why the hell is Yvan mad?"

"Why are you mad?" I asked back as I closed my casing. Her eyes screamed death and so I said, "Okay, okay. But I don't know why he's mad. One thing I know for sure is that I am definitely not the cause."

And she was definitely unconvinced. "Fine. Maybe me pressuring him to spill the tea on why he's so damn emo today played a part. Happy?"

"I knew it!" she scoffed as she neared me. "The next time Yvan gets mad, you will be the first one I'll come looking for," she warned as she pointed her index finger to me. With that, she stormed off.

And I nodded.

Didn't have a clue on what that was for so I shrugged it off like that last two minutes didn't happen. Overprotective sisters, am I right?

And please, what harm could a fourteen year old, little girl like her do? Not much. She didn't scare me. Not one bit. And her little 'threats' would never work. What was she going to do? Punch me? It was almost hilarious when I thought about it. . .

Who was I kidding?

Robyn was the epitome of the grim reaper. I could literally see her strangling me to death in her dark eyes. Sometimes, I would catch her already looking at me with her infamous death stare. Her voice was icy cold and it sent shivers down my spine.

Robyn was a girl not to be messed around with. That was for sure.

I hated the fact that I was easily scared by that girl. I was supposed to be strong and superior, not weak and inferior. Especially to someone smaller than me.

Funny, when I thought about it. Yvan and Robyn were both siblings but they were two very different people. They were literally the opposite of each other. Yvan was the light side --not so much now it seemed--, and Robyn was the dark side.

Anyway, I made my way into the band room. The chairs had been set up and I was pleased. Mainly because I didn't have to do all the setting up for my section. However, the alignment was way off and I was bothered by how it was not aligned. If it was just slightly off, I'd be fine. Geez, do these people even know how to set up chairs?

But then again, I couldn't be bothered to correct it. Someone else would probably do the work.

Soon, members started to come in along with their instruments and started with their self warm-ups. And the room was then filled with a mess of notes from untuned instruments. Actually, not really. Most of them were on their phones.

As I looked up from my score, I saw a blonde girl sitting across me all the way in the trumpet section. Hold on. Her? That creep? She was from band, too? How the hell did I not know that?

"It's her," said Joanne suddenly, her eyes narrowed at the girl.

"What?"

"That's the girl we were talking about earlier. Nicole," she clarified. Joanne said her name like it was poison in her mouth.

"Nicole," I said her name, recalling. "Isn't she your friend or something?"

"Was," she spat.

When the girl, Nicole, saw me looking at her, she gave a smile and waved. I didn't know whether I should return the smile, wave or. . .

"Don't smile at her," Joanne practicalli hissed.

Well, looked like I got my answer. So I did absolutely nothing. I would do nothing that would upset Joanne.

The room was fairly quiet apart from those few who were actually doing some practice. Joanne was numbering her scores. Some were busy chit chatting and the rest had their eyes locked onto their phones probably playing that recently released game.

"Hello?! What are you people waiting for? Christmas?" Kara suddenly stormed into the room with her saxophone. "Either wait for Mr Zac to come in and give you all a one-hour lecture or start doing your warm-ups and practice your parts!"

And with that, everyone rushed to their seats and kept their phones and started their self-practice. Soon, the room was filled with parts played all over the place. It was a mess.

Still couldn't believe that Kara, the fierce leader was the same person as the quiet girl in my DT class.

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We had a fifteen minutes break.

The past one hour in the room, the blonde, Nicole, kept looking at me with those weird eyes it was seriously starting to creep me out. Other than her stares, we spent most of the time doing nothing apart from witnessing Mr Zac scolding the trombones for playing their parts incorrectly after having to repeat it several times.

Everyone had to leave the room except for the trombone section during the break. It was unfortunate for them. The room became unreasonably freezing cold and the rest of us were so glad we were finally free from the North-Pole like room.

Then, I remembered something. My image board I did in DT. It was saved in Kara's thumbdrive. So I went to look for Kara.

My brows raised when I saw her sitting with Shane. . . away from the rest. Hmm. Luckily for me, they didn't see me and from where I was standing, I had the perfect angle to just snap a photo of the two being all couple-y together. I would be a fool not to take a photo of them. And I did, because why the hell wouldn't I? I could use it as blackmail if such situations were to arise or simply just for the fun of it.

"Aww you too are so cute together," I said as I walked up to them. Both Kara and Shane turned to me in shock, like they had been caught doing something they should not be doing. "Can't wait to tell people you guys are--"

"What the hell do you want, Matt?" Kara cut me off fiercely.

"Oh I want my image board. Have you printed it?"

"And you still have the audacity to ask?" she retorted. "Go print it yourself, asshole," she added before leaving for the band room.

"What?!" I exclaimed.

"Ha! Jokes on you, bro. Congrats," Shane commented sarcastically as he patted my shoulder. "You shouldn't have said that, y'know?"

Great. Good job, Matthew. Job well done.

How was I suppose to get my image board now? Neither did I own a computer or laptop nor did I own a printer. Well, I could draw but my drawing sucked. Maybe I could use the laptops available in the school library but then again, the printer there sucked because your papers will come out unclearly with black lines going across it.

Then, Kara came back with two papers in hand. I exhaled a sigh of relief that she was only joking earlier only to be surprised again. A malicious smile formed on her face as she tore the papers into shreds right before me and threw the pieces at me once she was done.

"I hope you fail," she cursed.

Okay, I should had seen that coming. She would never help me now.

"Yeah. You too!" I replied without putting any thought into it. What was I saying? I knew she wouldn't fail because she had never gotten a grade lower than A. On the other hand, I  would fail.

However, I technically had the image board with me. Except that it was in shreds. It didn't matter though, I could just tape it together and get it back in one whole piece. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

As I picked up the pieces of papers on the floor, I saw a hand picking them up for me as well.

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a/n: just to clarify, Yvan is pronounced the same as Ivan. but yanno, read it however u like

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