“No way, Ian! I’m not going in that building.”
“Come on, Jenny. Have a little fun with your life.”
“I will have fun when you take me home!” I shrieked. It was a good thing we were the only two in the parking lot at the moment. Ian looked at me with a hurt expression. How was I supposed to compete with that? “Okay, but only for a few minutes.”
“You don’t have to Jennifer, I understand. You’re not the party king of person. I’m okay with that.”
“No, no. You go ahead and have fun.” The tears were coming. “Don’t let me ruin your Friday night.”
I didn’t want Ian to see me cry, so I turned the other direction and started walking away.
Most girls would have been hurt it their boyfriend didn’t come and comfort them right then and there, but Ian knew better and left me alone.

***

I cried that night. And for the first time, it was because of a boy.
The music within me called to me. I pulled out One Song and began to play it. Fresh tears spilled onto my violin, but I kept playing. It was my drug, my comfort. Music compelled me, yet I felt as if something was missing.
Ian was too good for me. He would have to find someone else. From now on, Ian Surther was just another cellist in my Orchestra.