-A week before-

He was sitting against a wall outside during lunch, with his head against the brick, watching the sky. He hadn't brought lunch today. His mom rushed him out of the house so he wouldn't be late again. He grumbled and sighed, sitting up. Looking over towards the door he saw a group of kids putting up a flyer. After they left, he pushed his way to his feet and walked over to it. A band club. Some kids starting a band in need of two backup singers and guitarists. He hated school activities..but for some reason this one peaked his interest.

-Today-

He walks through the halls with his hands shoved in his pockets towards room 3-C, the club's meeting Room. Today was the first band get together after members had been chosen by the council. He was given a backup singer/guitarist roll. He didn't know who else got in yet. He opens the door and takes a seat, the first one to show up. He grabs his guitar, tunes it, and fucks around with the strings. When he hears the door click open, he looks up. His hand clenches around the neck of his guitar almost instantly. His jaw tightens a bit. Her. Max. The other "weird" kid, that the school had decided to start shipping with him because they were both quiet. It didn't help that they were in all each other's classes, she was his tutor, and they didn't like eachother. He makes a point to not look at her and continues playing on his guitar.