My weekend did not go as planned. I'd expected to hang with Brandon and the other guys from our band, fix a weird sound my bike's been making, and lay down some music with Eddie.

I did those things, but they're not what I remember come Monday, especially when I catch sight of the girl with long, red hair heading determinedly for my locker at lunch.

"You need a new guitar." Emily states, leaning against the locker next to mine. The side of her forehead meets the metal as she cocks her head at me. "This soph is selling one that looked amazing, so I lined it up for you...