Is He Ga-

Dahlia's POV

'Klaus Van Haver', I searched up his name on Instagram hoping I would find him. Would that freak even use social media? Only one account pops up. Oh luck day for me. I tap on the account only to find out that it was private. Ugh. Leave it to him to be discreet.

It's just so weird that when I walk into a room everyone but Klaus notices me. I mean come on, I'm pretty and I know it. Until I got him to acknowledge the fact that he wants me just like everyone else, I wasn't going to leave him.

But he would rather choose to stick his head in a stupid book than look at me. Wait a minute. Maybe...maybe he's attracted to guys. Well, that seems like a better explanation.

The thought of him being guys rendered me depressed and disappointed for more than 20 minutes. Wait, why am I depressed? I have no reason to do that to myself.

I roll over in bed and lie on my stomach. I checked my instagram again to see if the weirdo had accepted my follow request. Unfortunately not. Right before I exit the app, I notice a post of one of the freaks in my school.

It was the girl who kept writing multiple letters to the editorial board that she wanted to join us. Did she not know her place on the social ladder? Unbelievable!

I cringed so much over her picture. How could she ever think of letting anyone see this. As ugly as it was, she was lucky to have some measly two likes. One by herself and the other by 'ausvan'. Totally expected.

Let me leave a little comment on her post. "Darling, it's not compulsory to post on or even use instagram especially when your camera is as terrible as your appearance", I typed and hit send without thinking twice.

The view of his face when I was in his arms kept playing in my head. I really wonder how he manages to pull off glasses so well.

I shake my head to get him out of my head. I'm still really mad at him for stepping on my foot and embarrassing me in Chemistry.

My family had gone to visit my grandmother without me and I was totally fine with that. That old woman was so touchy and that's one thing which disgusts me. I stopped going to see her when I was twelve because she kept getting me to hang out with this girl who totally cramped my style.

I remember that one time where granny made me spend a whole freaking week at a sleepover in that girls house because I needed to learn how to live with and be nice to other people. What was her name again? Agartha? Well whatever. The most disgusting part was when her elder brother who is way shorter than me kept hitting on me. After that week, I said to myself that I would rather have only broccoli for lunch for a whole month than ever visit granny.

So here I am, home alone. Besides, I haven't practiced in a really long time. Without much hesitation, I climbed up to the attic where I had my own little sound-proof studio. Dad got it for me when my love for singing and loud music began.

On the entrance was a poster I put up which said: 'enter at your own risk of being pushed down.' That place was my own little haven. On the walls were lots of pictures of my-my little hero. I smiled as I looked at them. Only the most important things to me were stored up here. It held more of my cherished memories than my room.

I search in my bag for the lyrics of Sia's Flames and begin humming to myself. In no time I was singing like the song it was my own. This is how I escaped everything everytime. After hours of practice I go back to my room. And pick out clothes for school tomorrow.

For some reason I wasn't feeling up for supper. I plopped on my bed and next thing I knew, I was gone.