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

"Somehow, this is making me even more tired." Noah yawns right after we finish the fourth song. It feels like we have been playing for an hour, but it has barely been 15 minutes. 


"Well.. What do you think we should do?" I ask him. 


"It's nearly time for the school break. I think we can rest for a while," he suggests. 


I nod in agreement. I wish I could go home, but with the math test coming up this Friday, I really need to go to the study session. 


We chill and laugh for the remaining 45 minutes, but eventually I find myself in the library with the worst mood I've had in a while. Luckily, my parents have raised me well enough to hide it, or at least that's what I think. I find Jerah already present, studying history. 


"Aren't you really good at history, having some of the highest grades of our year? Why are you studying it?" I ask, wondering why I even care. Every time I walk into class, he is reading something is his history book. Does he like it that much? 


He looks up from his book, a kind of shocked expression on his face. Is it that weird for me to ask something? "I suck at history. I hate it, actually. I don't get why it is important. But I need it for my study," he answers, his voice still monotone but sounding tired. 


"What for? Can't you just choose another study?" It's not that hard, is it? 


"Ever since I was a child, I've loved dinosaurs a lot. It made me want to become an archaeologist. Why do you care, anyways?" His tone changes to an annoyed one. 


"Ah, I'm sorry," I apologize sincerely, realizing how rude I must've been. 


"So, why didn't you ask for help with history?" I try to continue the conversation, hoping I am not on his bad side now. 


"Because I know you're bad at it as well. Now, let's start with French today, shall we?" He sighs, putting away his book. That's... a vague answer. Well, I do indeed suck at history. 


"Right..." I answer awkwardly, focusing on the exercises he lays out in front of me. 


"How did you only get 3 out of 20 questions right?!" His clearly disappointed voice immediately making my heart sink. 


"3 out of 20? I thought I was doing so well..." I look down at the table. 


"Try to find the mistakes you made while I get you some math exercises," he says, not trying to comfort or encourage me. 


It takes me nearly twenty minutes to find all 17 mistakes, and that is only because Jerah decided to help me in the end. "I'm sorry, I'm just really, really tired..." I yawn, as if I need to prove it. 


"As long as you don't screw up the math exam." He shrugs. So indifferent... I truly can't stand this guy. While frowning, I start making the math questions, while giving him some science exercises that could be in the next exam. 


Both of us screw up. Jerah rubs the back of his head. "I guess the lack of sleep has it effects on me as well." His tone has become even more annoyed, as he is not pleased with the results of the small science 'exam'. 


"Let's just end it here. This won't work." I admit defeat. 


"I agree. Tomorrow is the final session before the math exam. You better get all my questions right." I don't think he wants to be an asshole, but he surely isn't trying his best to be nice. 


"Sure. See you tomorrow." I say as I finally get to go home and sleep.
