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I already knew this girl can play the piano like she's been playing since she knew how to walk, though I had no idea she could sing so well. Yeah, I've heard plenty of girls who can sing before, but nothing compared to Marnie's voice.

I could hear her voice from the corridor on my way to lunch, I was supposed to be meeting my friends to work on a few songs for later tonight, and that's when I heard that soft melody. It sounded familiar. I couldn't think where I heard it before.

That voice. I can still feel it in my bones, my skin broke out in goosebumps.

I had to hear more. So when I stepped inside the music room, I sucked in a sharp breath as I watched the scene before me.

The walls filled with the soft sound of her voice. I felt every little emotion as she sang and when she finished with that last note -- I felt completely immobile.

Marnie looked down at her delicate fingers on the white keys with a small smile on her lips. The action stirred something inside me, I wanted to know what she was thinking at that moment -- what the lyrics meant to her and why she wrote that particular song.

As if she can sense eyes on her, those striking blue eyes meet mine, causing me to freeze in my spot.

My eyes widen, like a deer caught in headlights.

Shit.

Marnie's face flushes a few shades of pink, she looks utterly adorable.

Jesus, did I really just say she looks adorable?

The dark-haired girl next to her Shy or Sky?... squeals uncontrollably like she just watched her idol live in concert. Marnie's eyes stay firmly locked on mine and I can't look away from her.

She fascinates me. I don't know why but she does. I mean, I've heard so many girls who can sing, what's so special about this one?

What is it about Marnie that draws me in so much?

Marnie whispers something to the girl next to her, making Shy/Sky jump up a foot in the air and spin around. She notices me standing in the room and her jaw hits the floor.

Oh fuck. This is awkward.

I clear my throat, feeling a little nervous. "Sorry, I just came by to use the music room. I didn't know it was occupied. I'll... umm... come back later."

My gaze lands on Marnie again and she bites her bottom lip. Damn.

"Oh," the brunette looks around the room, "It's okay, we're just heading out, right Marnie?"

Marnie smiles sheepishly. She stands up, brushing a stray blonde piece of hair behind the shell of her ear.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go."

The girls start to walk out the door while I just stand there looking stupid as fuck. When I'm alone in the room, I stare at the sleek black piano that Marnie just played.

Did she write that?

It was really good.

My heart picked up, imagining those delicate, small fingers on these very own keys that I run my hand over now. Why does this girl fascinate me so much?

I shift my attention to a little black book in front of me. I notice her name written in small white letters in the top right corner.

Fuck.

I grab the book, flicking through the pages and my heart beats a little faster. All her personal songs are in here.

Shit, I need to get this back to her as soon as possible.

By the time school ends, I head out to my bike in the parking lot. As soon as I get there, a familiar honey blonde leans against my bike, her small charcoal skirt exposing her thin tan tights.

I groan and not in pleasure.

How many times have I told her not to lean on my bike?

When she sees me approaching, her face lights up and I know exactly what she wants.

Me.

"Hey, baby." she leans in for a kiss on the lips, I turn my head in time and she catches my cheek. Her face looks startled from my rejection though I couldn't care less right now.

Her fingers glide down my arms and I try my best to look anywhere else but her heated stare.

"How are you? I haven't spoken to you since your last show." Ashley hardly ever sees me perform, when she does, she usually latches on to me like a leach.

It can get so annoying having two crazy-ass girls being all possessive around me. I'm a free man. I'm not committed to any woman and I'm eighteen and not to mention -- in a fucking band. Every time I sleep with a girl, they magically think I'm gonna turn into their very own prince charming.

Especially Harley. Like the other night. She knows we're only messing around. Just a bit of fun.

Ashley is just another girl of many others. She's my most recent conquest since she broke up with her long-term boyfriend from the football team. I was her rebound. I didn't care, she's hot and I have a certain soft spot for blondes.

I never thought she would catch feelings so easily since she knew where I stood with relationships. A girl like her shouldn't fall for a guy like me, especially since she has the attention of every guy on the football team.

Harley became more jealous, insecure and aggressive when I started seeing Ashley. She is the hottest girl in school -- she's popular, head cheerleader and prom queen. However, Ashley also gets jealous because Harley is sexy, pretty and in my band. She's around me most of the time, so the girls are always at each other's throats.

I won't lie, it stroked my ego for a while, but now I can't fucking stand it.

No matter how many times the girls fight over me, not one of them will change how I am.

"Are you free tonight? My parents are out of town, I have the place all to myself." Her glossy lips are inches from my face, which honestly do look inviting to me.

Too bad I'm done with her clingy ass.

She can sense me softening and she takes that opportunity to push her body flush against mine. Her hand reaches the back of my neck and she pulls me down for a passionate kiss.

One last kiss won't hurt.

Her lips taste like peaches, her teeth bang against mine as my mouth slides over hers. I pull back abruptly, wiping the oily gloss with the back of my hand.

Her brown eyes widen in surprise, clearly not expecting another rejection from me.

I sigh in frustration, raking my hair from my forehead. "It's over between us Ashley. I told you I'd help you get over your boyfriend and that's it. We're done."

It was clear, she only used me to make her perfect ex-boyfriend jealous. At least I got some good sex out of it because that's just the guy I am. I can't help it. I can't change who I am.

She giggles. "Very funny, Reese."

I give her a look telling her I'm not joking.

Her lips part in shock and a flash of hurt crosses her expression which soon turns to anger.

I've seen this before.

"Are you serious?"

I sigh. Three... two.... one.

"How dare you! You were so lucky to have a chance with me, Reese." her eyes narrow into slits, "And now you've blown it. You're nothing but a poor little boy, and you know what! I felt sorry for you. This is over and you'll be sorry you ever left me, Reese." she spins around, her long hair flipping dramatically as she sways her hips and giving me the perfect view of her ass.

Damn.

Oh well, just another girl I don't have to pity anymore.

The more I toy with these girls, the crazier they get. That's why I like to end it before it gets too deep.

I swing my leg over my bike. My heart rate increases when I see Marnie getting in her white Jeep across the car park. She seems oblivious to the world around her.

What is she thinking about?

Since when do I care what Marnie Love, the spoilt princess is thinking about?

I don't even finish that thought as I watch her leave the parking lot. I curse to myself, realising I still have her notebook.

I'll deliver it to her tomorrow in class, I don't want her worrying someone has her personal songs. I would fucking hate it if they had mine.

I start my bike and head home, thinking about her voice. She has certainly cast a spell on me.

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