Strings Of Harmony

♫32♫ Crying Like Your Typical, Overemotional Girl

Chapter Thirty-Two

Crying Like Your Typical, Overemotional Girl

 

Three days.

It’d been three days since Sterling last talked to me. Ever since our fight, he’d been avoiding me. I saw him a few times in the lounge, but when he saw me, he had immediately left and went up to (what I supposed was) his room.

The pain in his eyes was evident. As much as he tried to hide it, of the few times I’ve actually seen him, he looked angry and hurt. The last time someone acted this way towards me was Carson.

Who am I kidding? I suck at love.

After Carson and mine’s encounter, we avoided each other again. He’s been hanging out with Jennifer more and more now and I do get a little jealous—okay fine, you read through me. Maybe I’m a bit more than jealous—especially when I see them laughing or touching each other.

I haven’t seen them kiss since a few days ago, so I’m guessing they’re doing it in more secluded spots.

Whatever, I don’t care.

My friends and my brother don’t know what’s going on with me. They just think I’m sick, since other than getting food, I haven’t been out anywhere and I’ve been holed up in my room all day. Round three of the competition was two days away and I still haven’t even practiced with my friends.

They told me to relax and to not worry, but I don’t want to let them down. I know they really want to win this and I can’t prevent that from happening just because of my own personal drama.

Currently, I’m lying in bed. I think in some way, I wasn’t over Sterling. My heart still ached for him. I think in a way, I did grow a bit attached to him of the month we’ve known each other.

Just the mere thought of losing him as a friend hurt too much.

I sighed and took out my phone from under my pillow.

Still no text from Sterling. He’s been ignoring all my texts. I laid my iPhone down beside me on the bed and then opened up a radio app. Music always seems to calm me down. A slow, melancholic melody started to filter through the speakers of my phone as the first verse of the song was sung:

‘Happier times, flash through my mind. We both say it’s over and I believe it this time. All the pain that I hide, let it play through the night… A sad, sad serenade; sad serenade, we almost got it right. A sad, sad serenade; sad serenade, for every broken heart tonight. All the love that we made, turn it up, let it play. A sad, sad serenade, sad serenade…’

How ironic of me to hear a song on the radio that perfectly described what I was currently feeling at the moment.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I bolted up in my bed and then took my phone into my hands.

“Sad Serenade,” I read, as I looked at the name of the song that was currently playing.

And that’s when it hit me.

I think I know how to get Sterling to talk to me again.

And the plan was playing right through my phone.

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“Song change?” asked Ivy, skeptically, as she took the music sheet into her hands.

I nodded. “Of course. I felt like ‘Made in the USA’ wasn’t meant for me,” I lied. Kind of like what Carson had done with his music sheet, I blotted out the lyrics so that way, my friends wouldn’t know what I would be singing about.