I sat at my table with Chris and Brooke. I'm guessing Chris begged her to sit with us but she seemed thrilled to. I noticed the girl, Haiven, scouting the cafeteria for a table. I went ahead and waved her over.
"Hi," she murmured, sitting in the empty seat next to me. Brooke threw me a nervous glance.
"Hi, Haiven, I'm Justin," I introduced. "That's Chris and Brooke." I smiled warmly, getting lost in her eyes.
"Nice to meet you," Brooke finally said. "Justin's our school singer. He's amazing." She smiled at me.
Haiven giggled. "You sing?" she asked, turning to me. "I'd love to hear you sing sometime." she mentioned. She took a bite of her greasy pizza and swallowed.
"Yeah, he write songs and plays drums, guitar, and piano," Chris pushed. He winked at me.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not as great as they make me sound." I told Haiven.
"Okay, class, settle down." Mr. Trapp raised his voice. We all settled into our seats. Haiven sat in the back row, right behind me. "You have a project." He said, handing each of us flyers.
The flyers said:
YOU WILL BE PAIRED, BOY AND GIRL. TOGETHER, YOU WILL PRODUCE A SONG. YOU CANNOT STEAL OTHER WORK. YOU HAVE TO WRITE THE SONG WITH YOUR PARTNER ONLY! YOU WILL GET THE GENRE OF YOUR SONG OUR OF A SHOEBOX LOCATED NI THE FRONT OF THE ROOM. THIS IS WORTH HALF OF YOUR GRADE. GOOD LUCK.
I shrugged. I write songs on a daily basis, no biggy. "Justin?" Mr. Trapp called.
"Yes, sir?" I replied, folding the flyer neatly.
"You're paired with Ms. Haiven. Come pick the genre of your song, please."
I stood up and stumbled to the box. I reached my hand in the box, picking out a white index card that said: YOU HAVE CHOSEN LOVE SONG.
My hands began to sweat. Love song? Me and HAIVEN? I turned to Haiven and handed her the card. "My house after school?" I asked.
"Sounds great!" she smiled and trotted back to her seat gracefully.
I strummed my guitar when I heard Haiven knock on the front door. Her strawberry-blonde hair glimmered in the afternoon sun. I invited her in and we sat on the couch. "So, love song, huh?" she said to break the silence.
"Yeah." I chuckled. "Let's get to work."
We talked about relationships and crushes we had in the past to get an idea of what to write about but before we got to writing, we were laughing so hard we could cry. "He really looked like that?" I laughed.
She nodded, giggling. "Yeah. I'm dead serious. It was the worst thing EVER."
I let out my last laugh and sucked in a deep breath. "That was hilarious."
She smiled. "Yet, we still have nothing." She took the guitar from my lap and played a little with chords.
"You play?" I asked, shocked.
"A little. Just the basic chords. I haven't been playing long." she said.
"I could teach you more, if you want." I offered. She smiled.
"That would be awesome, Justin."