chapter 115-more than words

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February 26th, 2020
Rachel's p/v
I sit up and rub my eyes. Hector is spammingggg my phone. Maybe he can't sleep. If so, good because it's already 6 in the morning.
me: yello
hectoe: You will not believe what my friend just sent me
me: a photo of newborn puppies SEND THEM OVER
hectoe: This ain't no cute photo sessh
hectoe: It's a nightmare
me: don't tell me harry styles shaved his head
hectoe: Even worse. Check it out

me: that's it? she just went to some studio to get pics taken of herhectoe: Not just any studio, a very professional one

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me: that's it? she just went to some studio to get pics taken of her
hectoe: Not just any studio, a very professional one. After doing some digging, I learned that this Reid guy is a famous photographer. He works for a modeling agency. Quinn is auditioning for a spot to walk whatever runway they're hosting in March
me: good for her, this will drive her focus elsewhere. good morning and good night

I put my phone back on my nightstand. No good night, it's time to get ready for school. I'm genuinely happy for Quinn, she might not deserve it because of the shitty person she is but we all have goals. This is just high school drama. Got me thinking about what I want to do in the future though.

Fashion influencer? Today's outfit is a black heart neckline sheer puff sleeve top, dark blue flared jeans, black docs, black leather jacket, rose gold headband, necklace with my name, and my black mini bag. This top would look so good with a black skirt instead of jeans. Yeah, I'll stick with singing.

Darry turns up the radio. Whatever indie song is playing right now must be terrible because it made Darry turn the volume down. I'm too scared to voice my thoughts so let me take advantage: please talk to me.
"So, how's dance?"
My heart stops. OPEN YOUR DAMN MOUTH
"Really good. I'm quickly catching up to the rest of the team."
"I'm glad to hear that. Sage is on the team, right? She told me that you guys aren't friends anymore."
"You talked to her?"
"Well I thought you guys were still friends. She didn't tell me why you guys stopped being friends though."
"She couldn't accept the fact that I matured and forgave Mary. We um, we recently got into a small argument during practice. She tried throwing her shoe at Tyler but ended up hitting me. I confronted her but stepped away when she wanted to fight."
"You stepped away? Like removed yourself from the situation?"

He doesn't believe me.
"That's amazing, Rachel. I'm really proud of you."
I look at him. "You are?"
He gives me a warm smile. "I am."
My eyes start to feel with tears. "Thank you."
"I'm always going to be proud of you, Rachel. Every milestone you reach, even down to the accomplishments you don't reach. You give it your all and that's all that matters."
"I feel like a broken record. Thank you so much."
"Of course." He gives me one more smile before putting the car in reverse and looking back. He believes me. He's proud of me. For everything. For just the way I am. I'm the happiest girl in the world.

"Did you see Quinn Delight's post? She might become a model!"
"That girl is weird but damn is she hot."

I roll my eyes and ignore them. Taylor and Chris move to another desk. Getting a lil hard to not care about Quinn when that's all anyone is talking about.
Declan turns to me. "They don't know about your situation with Quinn. In fact, almost no one in this class does. The blind leading the blind."
"Let's talk about something else. We're not sheep following the herd because they're doing one cool thing. So what color are you going to dye your hair next, love?"
"I don't know, I might stick with my natural hair color a little longer. I'm thinking caramel highlights though."
"Middle school Rachel is making a comeback."
"Changed my mind, I'm doing pink."
"That would actually look really good on you. Hand me the box dye and I'll have you looking fire."
"Yeah, just by you using the word fire tells me that I shouldn't let you touch my hair."
Declan sighs. "There goes my dream of becoming a hair stylist."
"What songs do you guys think Mrs. Holt is going to pick for our set list? Spring concert is coming up."
"When is it again? April?" I ask.
"Yup. I hope she picks our song."
"She's picking songs from this assignment?"
"That's my theory. What song are you doing, Declan?"
"Can't tell, it's a surprise. Just wear your snazziest late 70s attire."
"That narrows down the search."
"To one artist. When has Declan done anything but a Billy Joel song?"
"True. Ok, is it-"
"Don't bother, Tyler, I'm not telling you guys."
Tyler and I look at each other. "It's so Billy Joel." We say at the same time.

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