wrong side of the tracks.

Zacky rolled his eyes when his sister yelled for him to get it since Matt was at a friend's and their parents were at work. He walked to the door and opened it, shocked to see Maddison there. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I came to talk to you," she replied. "Can I come in?"

Zacky bit his lip and slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess," he said, moving so she could come inside.

Maddison walked inside, chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she did. "I need you to promise you won't tell anyone about what I told you last night."

Zacky raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't planned on it," he mumbled.

Maddison let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Zacky nodded his head. "Was that all you wanted?" he asked.

"I wanted to thank you for letting me apaologize to your friend even if he still seems to hate me."

"It's not a big deal," Zacky said.

"It is to me," Maddison replied.

Zacky nodded. "Alright," he mumbled.

"I'll see you at school," Maddison mumbled before she left his house.

Zacky bit his lip and frowned as he followed her. "Maddison, wait!" he called.

Maddison stopped, turning around to look at Zacky.

"Uh, how did you know about that guitar?" Zacky asked.

"I play," Maddison stated. "With a few boys from the otherside of town in secret."

Zacky's brows furrowed. "You? Play?" he questioned.

"I have to do it in secret or daddy would get mad."

"Oh, right, I just . . . didn't expect you to actually play," Zacky said.

"I guess I'm full of surprises."