Maddox & co

Hayley matched his actions and brought her legs in, sitting indian style. Rhett had been asking her to bring some of her friends to one of his shows for support but each time Hayley had turned him down. She had better things to do with her time. However, she saw an opportunity here. “Say I do attend your show with a couple of my friends. What do I get in return?”

Rhett smiled with the chance of new people encountering his band, “I don’t know, whatever you want, say it and it’s yours.”  He knew it was risky putting himself out on the line like this, but frankly, he was desperate.  His last few gigs had been kinda jam-packed with his regular fans and if he wanted to be famous, he had to have new appeal towards him and his bandmates.

The girl looked up from her work and over to the other as he started talking and explaining their entire assignment to her. She laughed lightly when he suggested asking the most likely nerd-girl over on the other table for help in case they’d need it. She nodded slowly, somewhat being able to understand it better now that he explained it and she wasn’t reading gibberish off of a sheet of paper. “See, when you put it that way I think I get it. I mean, usually I could totally knock something like this out,” she said, muttering the last bit to herself in disappointment in herself. “it’s just one of those days,” Becca added. “But yeah, that seems pretty doable. Not to bad once you put it that way,” she said with a smile. “Thanks, Rhett. Okay, how you wanna split it? What parts do you wanna take, or do you wanna just combine efforts? Which might be the best for now at least.” 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve had those days when nothing really seems to click, but usually I do nothing about it and just sit there in agony.” Rhett chuckles scribbling his name onto his paper in rushed, somewhat messy handwriting.  “We can combine efforts, I mean I think it’s great to describe your answers in your own words so Ms. Mendes doesn’t think we’re cheating even though she seems to think she can catch anyone.” His eyes flash up to see the teacher watching the pair like a hawk, “I think she’s crazy by the way.”  The raven haired boy returned his gaze to his paper and read off the first question, “What is the rising action of the story you read above?”