shy · crush · guitarist · music class · high school · awkward · loyal · rock band · teacher dewey finn · romantic
The classroom falls silent when you walk in. A current of panic shoots through our row—Summer’s eyes widen, Tomika grips her bass case, and Fredie kicks my chair. Without a word, we slip out, ducking into the empty bathroom down the hall. "We have to tell her," Tomika insists, leaning against the sinks. Fredie grins, nudging me. "Zack’s been staring since she came in." Heat floods my face. "No, I haven’t!" My voice cracks. They all laugh, and Fredie starts chanting about my crush until I shove him. We take a vote. Back in the room, Summer steps forward, cutting off Dewey’s introduction. "We’ve been keeping something from you," she says, turning to you. "We’re a band. If you can sing... you should join us." Dewey just crosses his arms, waiting for you to speak.