Nuriel is an eighteen-year-old senior in high school. Together with his friends Noah, Lucian and Caden, he has formed a band. He yearns for some change in his life, though he wouldn't know what; he gets what he wishes for when he meets Jerah, who turns his life upside down and makes his heart and brain contradict each other. Will he ever give in to what his feelings tell him, or will he allow his senses to deny them forever?

Sing For Me

"Excuse me?" Anger wells up inside me, but I try to stay calm. How dare he speak so rude to someone he just met? 


"Sing a song for me," he repeats, leaning back. 


"Why would I?" I almost let it come out in a disgusted tone. 


"You love singing, don't you? Let me hear it." He looks straight in my eyes. 


'I refuse.' I turn around, walking out of the classroom, forgetting about my cleaning duty. 


Caden's mom radar immediately spots my foul mood as I walk into the club room. "What's wrong, Nuriel?" He frowns. 


"Someone in my class acted really rude to me. It has made me kind of angry. I'm sorry," I answer honestly. 


He hums. "Let's start playing, then." He grabs his guitar. 


"Lucian, Noah, we're gonna start," I call out. 


Singing makes me feel better. Makes me forget whatever occupied my mind before. It's one of the reasons I love singing so much. No matter what, it will always help me. 


However, the blond boy with glasses keeps bugging me, ruining my mood. Apparently, it's clear that I am not in a good mood today, as my friends look at me with a frown. 


"Let's just stop here today, alright? We have to create some new songs anyways, so let's take a look at our lyrics," Noah sighs. 


"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me," I apologize to my fellow band members. 


"How about we start looking for a songwriter? I mean, we kind of suck, man," Lucian says. 


I look at the sheets of papers in front of us. We spent hours making them up, but Lucian's right: it's not good. We will never make it if we play this, and we don't even have anything for the guitar, drums, and keyboard yet. I sigh. 


And just like that, we spend the rest of our club time creating a poster. The two energetic boys do the creative handiwork, while me and Caden make sure it contains all necessary info, like our e-mail address and such. 


Just as it is time to leave, my phone buzzes. I received an email from the tutor thing I signed up for. I open it, seeing a strange name appear om the screen. 


"You have been paired up with Micah Skye." 


"Does anyone know who Micah Skye is?" I ask the other band members just as they're about to leave. 


"Isn't he the kid who used to have too much energy but suddenly turned silent? I believe his hair was either bright red or orange," Lucian wonders. 


"If Lucian thinks he has way too much energy, than that would be, like, a bouncing ball on a trampoline, bro,' Noah says. I chuckle. 


"What happened to him?" I ask curiously. 


"Nobody knows. Some link it to the new kid. I can't remember his name, but he looks like a devil. You might wanna stay away from them," my light haired friend warns me. 


"Don't listen to them," Caden sighs, " but do take good care of yourself, alright?" 


"Alright," I answer. "You take care, too. See you guys tomorrow."


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