"Mason! Fucking Mason Butler?! Amy darling are you feeling okay? Did you have a brain transplant with Stacey White?" I asked.

Amelia was pressing her lips together and looking around the class. I copied her actions and found that the whole class was staring at me in shock. A blush crept up from my neck and planted itself on my face. I bent my neck and trained my eyes on the floor. I can't believe I had just done that and said it out so loud that the whole class had heard me.

Shit

Even the teacher has his eyebrow raised and his looking at me with a smirk on his face. Oh my god.

Shitshitshit. Just fucking shit. Shit, what the fuck did I just say? You cannot fuck shit. It is fucking impossible.

Wait, you can't fuck impossible either.

For most of us anyway, I'm pretty sure Mason could and would fuck shit or impossible if it had a pussy.

Speaking of, I turn back to Amelia and raise my eyebrow. "Why him? Why the fuck do you like Mason Butler? He.. he's a major asshole. He bangs anyone slash anything with a vagina. You should fucking know that, then why the fuck do you like him?" I hissed at her.

Did I forget to mention that I, or rather, my mouth spits out vulgarities when I'm worked up? Oh? Then, now you know. And that is also the reason why Amelia's widened eyes hold a slight tinge of fear in them, because I only, I repeat, I only curse like a sailor when I am mad, seeing red, or really really really frustrated. With smoke coming out of my ears and my face all red

The bell takes that moment to ring and I hurriedly pick up my bag and pull Amelia up with me and turn around to dash out of the god-forsaken classroom as I don't think that I'll be able to take anymore humiliation. But instead, guess what I do? I bump right into I-don't-really-wanna-see-your-smug-face-right-now-Butler. Yes, you heard that right. I turn around to dash out of the room pulling my best friend with me, like a madwoman. But instead, I break my nose on Mr. Butler's chest.

Scowling, I look up at the fine, yes, fine piece of dog in front of me. Behind me, Amelia is stuttering an apology to Mason on my behalf and I turn around and fix her with a glare, which she returns with one of her very own, though rarely used. I tighten my already death grip on her hand, I might be cutting off her circulation but I am only keen on getting out of here as quickly as possible, with the least amount of trouble as possible. At least that was what I was aiming for, but it looks like that ain't happening now.

Turning back to face Mr. Snob, I fix him with an even deadlier glare. If looks could kill, Mason and Amelia would have already died at least six, no ten times in the past five minutes. I would too, what with Amelia's glare burning holes in my head. Also, did I forget to mention that the amount of girls in this class who are Mason's fan base are also drilling holes into me? My bad.

Suddenly, the man in front of me breaks into one of his signature smirks. "Where you rushing off to in such a hurry darling?" He drawls out in his slightly Irish/British accent. I think one of his parents is Irish, but the rest of his ancestors from his dad's side are British.

"How do they even take care of this asshole. Or do they hire the top babysitters with their money to take care of him?" I think, eyeing him up and down with disgust.

Mason's face hardens and he glares down at me.

"I am an asshole, if that's what you wanna call me sweetie."

Shit, I said that out loud?

Ya sure did darling

Stupid inner voice.

Mason is staring at me, amusement in his grey eyes.

"What?" I snap at him.

"Hailey stop saying everything you are thinking out loud." Amelia whispers to me. My eyes widen. When did I start word vomiting? I never do that. What is wrong with me today? I bite my lip to prevent myself from crying. Nothing is going right today. But the tears gather at the corners of my eyes nonetheless.

"Hailey? Sweetie I need you to come to the music room for a while, Mrs Black is asking for you." I look over at the old woman who is standing at the doorway of the class. Nodding, I let my grip on Amelia's hand go and push past Mason, who turns around, straight into Evan White. My eyes widen and I can no longer help the single tear that falls onto my cheek.

"Hailey...I" without waiting for him to finish, I run to the music room.

Why can I not get over him? He ruined me.

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"Hailey, you're here thank goodness!" Mrs Black exclaims. I nod. Before making my way here, I had stopped at a toilet and cleaned the tear tracks from my face and I hadn't bothered to reapply my makeup.

"What do you need?"

Mrs Black starts explaining to me why she called me here and what she needs me to do. Apparently, the person who was supposed to be recording a song for the competition was absent and she needed someone who was just as good as her to record the songs.

I was reluctant, I really did not want to participate in any contests at the moment. I voiced out my thoughts.

"No darling, it's not that kind of contest, you just have record a few songs and we will choose the best one to send to the judges. The trophy goes to the school, who gets to keep it for the year, until the next time the contest is held. You won't have to go out on a stage in front of judges and perform. You just need to sing these few songs. And we'll record it here. But I'll have to keep you here for the rest of the day, unless you want to stay back after school. if not, I'll let all your teachers know that I have you here."

I'll get to stay here for the rest of the day? Wow, that's more than I had bargained for, but I'll take it. And I have to drop Amelia off at her house since she still hasn't got her license. I just nod and take the sheets of lyrics that she hands me.

My school has its own recording studio, though it's quite small. Nothing like the professional studios, but a studio nonetheless. While she set up, I went through the song that I had to record, listen to, record again, listen for any mistakes and then record one last time.

I had to record a total of four songs, which was the minimum. Pictures Of You by The Last Goodnight, a stripped version of Perfect and Infinity by One Direction from their new album and Let Her Go by Passenger. I wonder who chose these songs.

As if she had heard me, Mrs Black said "The girl who was supposed to do this chose the songs."

"Right. If we want to finish these by the end of the day, then let's start now." I tell her and she nods in agreement."

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"How about Perfect?" I ask.

The day had gone by perfectly, we had already finished two of the songs. But we were short of time and could only do one last song. I preferred doing Perfect now because because I basically knew all the lyrics and I knew exactly how it was supposed to sound. Let Her Go on the other hand was a little bit more tricky. I knew roughly how the lyrics went but not well enough.

Anna nods in agreement after she listens to my explanation. "But we've still got one problem, we need a minimum of four pieces to be eligible to take part but we don't have time to record the last one."

"It's alright, I'll record that one at home and then I'll send it to you."

With my father working in a music store and my brother a musician himself, it was quite easy to get a hold of some equipment. Mrs Black knew my family and so she nodded. We started on the last song. Me, having to perform it more than a few times.

"This is the last time, Hailey, then you can go home." Mrs Black, Anna, said.

This song, meant for the entertainment of people all over the world, this song meant so much to me. This was exactly what Evan and I had done.

I might never be your knight in shining armor

You weren't

I might never be the one you take home to mother

Sometimes

And I might never be the one who brings you flowers

You aren't

But I can be the one, be the one tonight

Evan had done all those things that night.

When I first saw you

From across the room

That's how we had met.

I could tell that you were curious, oh, yeah

I was

Girl, I hope you're sure

What you're looking for

I was

'Cause I'm not good at making promises

He really isn't

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms

I do

And if you like having secret little rendezvous

I do

If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do

I do

Baby, I'm perfect

Baby, I'm perfect for you

You were Evan

And if you like midnight driving with the windows down

I do

And if you like going places we can't even pronounce

I do

If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about

I do

Baby, you're perfect

Baby, you're perfect

I never was.

So let's start right now

No, we started and finished a long time ago.

I might never be the hand you put your heart in

You were, actually

Or the arms that hold you any time you want them

You were, sometimes, most times

But that don't mean that we can't live here in the moment

No, it doesn't

'Cause I can be the one you love from time to time

Not anymore.

When I first saw you

From across the room

I could tell that you were curious, oh, yeah

Girl, I hope you're sure

What you're looking for

'Cause I'm not good at making promises

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms

And if you like having secret little rendezvous

If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do

Baby, I'm perfect

Baby, I'm perfect for you

And if you like midnight driving with the windows down

And if you like going places we can't even pronounce

If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about

Baby, you're perfect

Baby, you're perfect

So let's start right now

And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out, oh, yeah

I don't, really.

And if you're looking for someone to write your breakup songs about

I am.

Baby, I'm perfect

Baby, we're perfect

We were, weren't we?

If you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms

And if you like having secret little rendezvous

If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do

Baby, I'm perfect

Baby, I'm perfect for you

And if you like midnight driving with the windows down

And if you like going places we can't even pronounce

If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about

Baby, you're perfect

Baby, you're perfect

So let's start right now .

Sure Evan, I'll start moving on now.

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I collected my stuff and thanked Mrs Black.

"No. Thank you. This wouldn't have been possible without you. You have a beautiful voice considering that you are only 17."

I smiled at her and left the room.

Only to find Evan waiting for me outside.

Oh come on!

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