We ask the few people hanging around if they’ve ever seen the song or if they know who wrote it. They say they don’t. No one around has ever heard of it.
Hopefully someone will claim it soon.
***
The first thing I do when I wake up the next morning is check my phone to see if anyone responded to Jasper’s post. Not a single comment, though there are many views.
Hmm. Maybe the person hasn’t seen the post.
I was up last night reading the lyrics again. I don’t know why they touch my heart so much. I guess I feel what the writer was feeling when they wrote it. I can’t wait to meet the person and tell them how amazing the song is.
The words spin around in my head as I get ready for school. Beck is still in bed, sleeping like he doesn’t have a worry in the world. I could wake him, but he’ll probably kill me. The guy needs every single second of his beauty sleep.
I get through my morning classes like any other day. I have tests and quizzes and essays, but my mind is on that song. It’s already halfway through the day and there’s no word from the writer. Why hasn’t anyone come to claim it? Does that mean the person meant to throw it out? Such a shame that he or she didn’t realize what a treasure they created.
“Did you guys hear anything from anyone?” Jasper asks as we sit in the dining hall during lunch.
I shake my head. “Asked everyone I could find and no one knows who wrote the song. Actually, most kids weren’t even interested.”
Leo rubs his chin. “Maybe the person doesn’t look at the school app or website. We should make posters and hang them around the school.”
Beck snaps his finger at him. “Good idea. We’ll hang posters on every locker. That’s sure to get the person’s attention.”
I play around with my pasta. “Does anyone feel like this song kind of fell into our hands? Like it was fate or something?”
Leo shrugs while Jasper smiles and Beck nods vehemently. “I’m all for signs and fate and all that,” he says. “Means we’re meant to play that song.”
I nod, too. “So why won’t the person reveal themselves so we can bring the song to life?”
“Give it some time,” Jasper says. “It’s only been a day.”
He’s right. I guess I’m just impatient because I want to perform the song. I feel like the guys and I could do great things with it. And that it could touch people’s hearts, just like it touched mine and the guys’.
After school, I go to my room to continue researching the Shakespeare project. Raven and I will meet tomorrow or the day after to put our notes together. We still have lots of time before the project is due, so we can take our time to do it properly.
Chapter Fifteen
Raven
Desperately seeking the writer of this song:
“I Don’t Need Your Kisses.”
If you know who this person is, please call, text, or talk to Kylen Barrett.
It’s very important. Thanks!
I stare at the sign hanging on my locker as my heart plummets to the floor. Oh my gosh.Kylenhas it? How in the world did he get it?
My lungs feel like they’re stuffed with cotton and my vision grows spotty. He has the song I wrote about him. About us and everything we went through.
My face and entire body are hot. I need air. I need to get away from here. I need to be anywhere but this building.
“Hey!”
My vision is still spotty, but I can make out my friends standing before me.
“Raven? Everything okay?” Sophie asks.
