Wanting Winter(70)

“Let’s just do what she says and the next couple of weeks will fly by.” God, at least I hope they do.

We all head to the gym where half the room has been closed off for the stage area. I see lights placed on top of it, sheets blocking the back of the stage, which I’m guessing is for people to be ready for when they do perform.

I see all the music nerds working away, setting things up, or making stuff. I see Karen and Sasha head towards the stage and a guy, I think his name is Phillip, jogs over to them and gives Karen a hug before twirling Sasha around causing her to squeal and laugh.

“I bet they’re fucking.” Aaron laughs, pointing at them. I push him, not wanting to get that image in my head.

Maybe she isn’t a virgin. That would make my life so much easier if I do decide to make my move. I just hope she isn’t fucking this idiot.

“You think everyone is fucking.” I head towards Sasha.

“Most people are, and if they aren’t, they should.” Karen turns and looks Aaron up and down. He gives her a wink, causing her to blush and look away. “She wants me.”

“Of course she does,” I say sarcastically. “Sasha, where do you want us?”

“On top of her,” Aaron whispers and I push him again.

“Ummm, well, I hope you're good with DIY because you will be putting things together.” I nod. “Please be careful.”

I place my hand over my heart. “You’re worried about me.”

“I’m worried about the stuff you’ll be making.” She puts her hand on her hip, giving me a stern look, and I know she is trying to be serious but, damn, all I’m thinking about is being inside her. Karen whispers something in her ear and she rolls her eyes and climbs on stage, going through random things, and Phillip leads us to the side of the stage where we need to be.



An hour or so have gone by and me and Aaron made sure we did what we were told and worked hard on what we are doing. I am a little pissed off with Danny and Nathan since they should be here helping out but never showed.

The pricks.

“Okay, that’s enough for today,” Sasha shouts out. “Let’s get some lunch.” She claps her hands and people start putting away whatever they were working on and start leaving the room, heading to the cafeteria.

“You coming, man?” Aaron asks me.

“I will in a bit.” I continue finishing off getting the old lights to work.

“Okay.” He walks away and I stay sitting on the floor. This piece of shit in front of me is starting to annoy me; why can’t we get some new lighting?

“The school money always goes to the athletic departments,” Sasha says behind me, knowing what I was thinking. I turn and look up at her. “We have to make do with what we have.” She sits next to me. “Even though a lot of important people are coming to this, we still need to make do.” She looks to her hands.

“I didn’t realize.” Her eyes connect with mine.

“Why should you? Anything creative or artistic isn’t important in this school, these lights are probably over fifteen years old, but with a bit of tweaking they work just fine.” She grabs one of the lights Aaron was working on and gets to work. After a few minutes, it switches on.

“You’re good at this.”

She giggles. “Loads of practice.” I smile at her and she smiles back. “I’m sorry if I acted like…”

“A crazy bitch?” I interrupt and she laughs.

“Yeah, one of those.” She shakes her head. “I just want this to be perfect. Like I said, a lot of important people are coming to this, they probably aren’t interested in the show and just feel obligated to be here, but I want to try and make an impression, even if it’s with one person.”

“Why?” She leans back on her hands and I follow suit as we both look to the stage.

“All this will look good on my college applications, of course, but music is my life and if I can get a toe in the door to let it be my actual life, I will do whatever it takes.”

“You’ll be playing?”

She nods. “Yup.” She pops her p. “I hope I’m good enough, enough to impress someone.” She looks to me and then stands.

“I’m sure you will be great.” I smile.

“Thank you.” I am so enthralled with her eyes that when I lean forward to get the screwdriver, I don’t look at what I’m doing. I flinch when I feel something sharp slice my hand and it instantly starts bleeding. I must have touched something sharp on the lighting. “Hurry, come with me,” Sasha says, grabbing my other hand. We jog out of the gym and to the nurse’s office where she just walks in, without knocking or anything, and pushes me on the slabbed bed as she grabs the first aid box.

“Won't we get in trouble for being here?” I look around the room. Sasha opens the box and starts rattling through it.

“No, she’s gone for lunch, and besides, no one comes in here during lunch period. Now hold still, this will hurt.” She uses a wipe which has something on it that causes a sting when she cleans the cut.

“Fuck.” I groan.

“Don’t be such a baby.” She bites her lip as she concentrates and the pain I was feeling is gone as my eyes focuses on her mouth. She looks back up to me and we both pause, just for a moment, before she shakes her head and grabs a bandage, wrapping it around my hand. “It doesn’t look like it needs stitches or anything.” She puts the first aid box away and puts the used stuff in the trash.