ZIGGY'S POV:
I'm not sure what's going on with everyone. We've given up for the day, having achieved nothing.
Rigby is back to being a jerk, no real surprise there. Creed is AWOL again. Jett is distracted and Nash keeps trying to sneak into the recording studio next door. Why? I don't know.
Ignoring the others, I hide behind the drum kit. With my sticks, I tap out a gentle four four beat as I allow my mind to wander. Nona's face fills my thoughts as I try to come up with a plan.
She must know I like her. I've not exactly tried to hide it. But I don't stand a chance while ever she likes Creed. I hit the kit harder with my sticks as I feel frustration seep into my bones.
Until yesterday, I had thought Creed was into Nona too. I hadn't thought I stood a chance; it was just inevitable tha
