Friends come and go like the waves of the ocean....

But Best Friends stick like an octopus on your face....

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Chapter 19 : So That's How I Got Into The Competition

I collapsed on my bed which was warm and soft. I let myself escape into pure bliss as the comforter wrapped around me.

Yes, I was home and not with Candy. And for the first time, I didn't feel anything as I was calmly leaving his house.

Who am I kidding?

I was burning in embarrassment as I ran for my life.

I had given him more than enough reasons to mock me now. He was going to kill my non existent spirits even more brutally.

I groaned.

Why, oh why? Why does it happen to me at the worst possible time?

I tossed around in the bed before getting up. My gaze fell straight on my guitar.

The urge to touch it was too much so I did. I held the guitar and let its cool wood calm my wracking nerves.

I held it in position and strummed a bit. The melody escaping through the chords helped the nerves in my body to relax.

That's when I realised something. Music was my power source. The only thing that managed to calm me down was a tune or a song.

And I was going to give it up.

Just like that.

And only because of a bunch if goons who had failed to recognise the impact they might've had on me.

This made me strum harder. I let my fingers present my anger through waves of harsh tunes that surrounded the atmosphere.

Maybe this was my chance to achieve my dream. With the new found vigour, I stomped over to the cupboard but before I could do anything, the door bell rang.

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

It couldn't have been mom and dad since they were out for some event. And I don't think it was Candy either.

Shutting my cupboard, I stalked towards the door. I slowly opened it and was greeted by a blond haired familiar face.

"Hey Alyssa."

I raised my eyebrow, not speaking anything. She ignored me for a whole month and now she wants to speak with me. If she thinks that I'll be welcoming her back with open arms and a big smile on my face, she has another thing coming.

Seeing my unfazed expression, she hesitated before speaking,"Uh, I want to talk to you."

"Talk, then," I replied, keeping a blank expression on my face.

It's not that I didn't want to talk to her. In fact it's quite the opposite. I still wanted answers to the questions that had me questioning myself. I wanted to know what was it, because if which she just decided to end our friendship so abruptly.

Did I do something wrong? Was it me? Was I too uncool for her? Was it because I didn't have any other friends? Was it because of pity?

Questions like these had been poking my subconscious mind constantly.

So I won't say that I'm wrong in treating her this way.

"Uh, can we go somewhere else. Like your room?" She asked.

I gave her a stiff nod and led her to my room. Walking in, I shut the door a bit harshly and tapped my foot expectantly.

She seemed to be nervous about something.

"Can I, uh get a glass of water?" She asked.

I grew a bit suspicious. She was acting weird.

I rolled my eyes but went down the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water. Before I could take it upstairs, something caught my eye.

I smirked evilly as I took hold of the organic gas tablets my grandma always sent for loose motions, mostly because she had this absurd paranoia of people farting near her.

I was about to slip them into the water wen I stopped. I couldn't do this. I wasn't this mean. I pocketed the tablets.

So without another thought I went upstairs with the water in one hand and the tablets in my pocket.

I opened the door to see Kinsy fidgeting with her bag with one knee on the floor, near my bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, to which see jumped abruptly.

"I-I, n-nothing. Nothing at all," she said with a stutter.

She was lying.

"Anyway, I'll leave now," she said scrambling towards the door.

"Wait. What about the talk?"

"Uh, yeah. The talk. What was it about, again?" She asked.

I scrunched up my brows in confusion. What was up with her? One minute she wants to talk and the other minute she wants to leave without talking.

"I think you were going to explain to me why you left so abruptly. That why on earth did you start ignoring me, without any damn reason."

She scoffed at that. "No reason? Please. I had to break it off with you one way or another. You were dragging me and my reputation down."

I was dumbstruck as I stood there. "You reputation? Since when did you care about your reputation?"

I was outraged. Reputation? Is that why she left me? God! I was so so stupid. And here I lay thinking that it was my habits or something like that. I thought I wasn't a good enough friend for her.

"Since the day Shelly made me realise that I couldn't get Aaron if I stayed with you. Forget Aaron, I couldn't date any hot and a popular guy if I was with you," she said, crossing her arms across her chest.

"So what are you, popular now?" I asked with venom lacing my voice.

"Not yet. But I'm getting there. Shelly is helping me become a part of the populars. That way I'll get Aaron to like me and then soon, he will fall at my feet, begging me to be his," she smirked.

This enraged me even more. Who did she think she was? Thinking about MY best friend like that?

It was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice cold water on me. I can't believe I never saw past her façade before. She really did belong with Shelly.

"Go on. Let me see how you succeed in doing that. Aaron's never going to go for you, anyway."

She was going to reply when she accidentally pushed my guitar with her foot, making it slide down the wall and drop on the floor.

My eyes widened. My guitar!

Before I could go cradle my baby, Kinsy snorted, driving my attention from my guitar to her.

"A guitar? Really? Trying to learn how to sing?"

"I-"

"Oh please. If you think you can beat Shelly in it, you are clearly delusional. I bet your voice is even worse than a frog. Oh, who am I kidding? Even a frog would be able to sing better than you."

Ouch! I wanted to say something, but the bitch won't stop rambling.

"In fact I don't even know why Shelly got you selected. I mean she told me that the judges had already shut their ears so they didn't bleed when you sang-"

Hold on a bloody second. The backstabbing wannabe say WHAT?!

"Hold on a second. Shelly got me into the competition?" I asked, shocked at the revelation.

"Of course. Who else could bribe the judge to write your name?"

So that's how I got selected.the shock of it all wasn't ready to wear off anytime soon. All this time I was busy suspecting Candy and Sam while the Queen of the Citrus was behind it

But the question was why? Why would she take the trouble to get me into the competition? To get the answer to my question, I decided to ask it to the rambling idiot, who was giving away everything like the stupid person she was.

So I voiced my question.

She smirked, as if she was the one with the upper hand. "To show the whole school that you're nothing but a shameless fool for even challenging Shelly in the first place."

"And how does she know that I can't sing?" I asked. It was my turn to smirk.

Kinsy's eyes widened a bit at my question before scoffing. "You couldn't possibly know how to s-."

I cut her off before she could continue. The raging thoughts wanted me to prove something to her. And the best way to do that was to sing. My brain was occupied with so many emotions swirling inside it that I forgot about everything for a moment as the words of the song poured out of my mouth.

"Oh! I wish, I wish you the best

You're freaking useless

If I only ever had one wish

Just one wish

I wish I could go back

I'm so over everything we had

So if I only ever had one wish

One wish

Then I'd wish

I never met you at all

I never met you at all"

I sang one of Kinsy's favourite song to her. Well, the chorus part of it. (The song is to your right)

And after I finished it, it was then I realised what I did. While my jaw parted in surprise, my heart was doing crazy dancing inside.

I looked at Kinsy's expression to see a wide-eyed look on her face. Her jaw almost seemed to be grazing the ground as she searched for something to say.

In all, she resembled a drooling monkey. With blond hair, that is.

An insane amount of giddiness washed over me. The trickling excitement that was taking my thoughts by a cyclone, was filling me with adrenalin.

It was also then that I realised how well the lyrics fit my situation. That was actually what I wanted to say to her.

The felt euphoric. I hadn't imagined that signing could actually make me giddy.

I know it seems unreal. All of you might be wondering why I was exaggerating (a bit) about how I felt.

Well, to understand it, imagine yourself living eight years without pizza and then finally having the chance to enjoy it.

How would you feel?

Euphoria would be an understatement at that time.

That's exactly how I felt right now.

"You c-can sing?"

I gave her a flat look, before grinning again. I wanted to laugh out loud because she actually didn't register the lyrics I sang to her but concentrated only on my singing.

Maybe I could actually take part in the competition after all.

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