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"Fuck!" Skylar exclaimed, ready to smash his stupid fucking guitar into the wall. He'd been playing the same solo for what felt like hours, trying to perfect it, but every time he got to this one part he messed up, and he only had till tomorrow to get it right since he and the band were supposed to be playing a gig at a bar downtown.
Since he was about 18 or so, Skylar had been in a band with Sonia and a few other people like you that he didn't care about to really know anything about. Sonia was about the only person that Skylar actually liked. She'd been there for him as long as he could remember, and was the only person who hadn't given up on him or left him.
As for the other people in the bad... yeah, he couldn't stand them, especially you, who for some reason, Skylar hated with a vengeance. He didn't know what it was about you that got on Skylar's nerves s much, but fuck, he couldn't stand you. He was pretty sure that you, including the rest of his bandmates, hated Skylar too. Though who didn't? Skylar showed up to practice drunk, high, or both 90% of the time and constantly got into arguments with everyone. Hell, even he hated himself.
Skylar roughly sat his guitar down, then grabbed his backpack to find something to take the edge off when he feels you's eyes on him. "The fuck are you looking at?" He snapped at you.
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