Music Strings • Luka Couffaine

|Chapter 4|

It's the next day. Luka and his team are preparing for the first challenge. They have a few hours left before the first round so they decided to practice first.

Luka sat down and picked up his guitar, he got into position and started strumming a melody he made himself.

Luka is excellent at playing his guitar and similar musical instruments. He is particularly good at creating melodies through people's emotions.

He claims to have been playing the guitar since he was a baby.

He lets out a sigh as he messed up his chords. He tried again, and failed. He's been out of focus ever since he met that girl. She's like a butterfly that makes him lose his focus with how mesmerizing she is.

He couldn't get her out of his head, especially what happened yesterday with them.

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"Y-you again?!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her eyes as wide as saucers. Luka gave her an awkward smile and waved at her direction.

"Hey." He smiled. She looked away at him, annoyed because he keeps crashing into her.

Something about this mysterious girl that drew Luka in like a fish on a string. He was intrigued, interested in learning everything about this girl.

But she seems not so interested.

"Are you lost?" Luka asked, after a minute of silence passed by. The girl looked at him and shrugged.

"I'm not sure either. The lady probably gave me the wrong keys." She said as she dangles the keys in her hand. 

"Or maybe she gave you the wrong room." Luka said. She looks at him with a confused look. Luka sheepishly smiles at her and takes out his key.

He walks up to the door and unlocks the key with a twist. The door opens in one smooth swoop. Luka looks back at her, whose eyes were wide as saucers.

"S-so where is our room?" She asks. She looks back at one of her band mates who only have her an unsure shrug.

"We'll help you guys out!" Rose chimed in, her hands in a clasp. Luka smiles at them and crossed his arms in agreement.

"Let's go ask Ms. Mendeleiev. I think I saw her around the halls earlier." Juleka says. They all agreed and went to find Ms. Mendeleiev.

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"The competition starts tomorrow. Aren't you kids supposed to be practicing?" Ms. Mendeleiev said as she crosses her arms in a grouchy manner.

Ms. Mendeleiev is tall with short dark purple hair, deep blue eyes, prominent lips, a beauty mark on her left cheek and a pointy chin.

She wears black square-framed glasses, along with a purple collared dress shirt with a white scientific scribble pattern underneath a white lab coat. She also wears a brown watch on her right wrist, blue jeans, a brown leather belt, and red high heels.

Ms. Mendeleiev is a strict, sharp-tongued, and grouchy teacher who expects her students to be hardworking, focused, and well-behaved, and she becomes cross with her students who are not. She is easily irritated by people bossing her around, but she shows some fear if she finds herself in serious trouble.

Despite her more anti-social tendencies, she cares deeply for her students and is devoted to her job of educating them.

She is also brave and willing to put herself in danger to protect her students, as shown when she tried to protect Max from a marauding akumatized Markov, an act which nearly got her killed had Ladybug not saved her.

"Someone gave these foreign team the wrong dorm room, Ms. Mendeleiev." Rose explained.

Ms. Mendeleiev looks at the foreign students from head to toe, her eyes focused on their band leader. The girl with (H/C) hair.

(Y/N) sheepishly smiles at Ms. Mendeleiev and gives her a small friendly wave. She can tell that Ms. Mendeleiev is a teeny bit hostile.

Ms. Mendeleiev eyes went wide as saucers, like a deer caught in headlights. (Y/N) looked at her confused.

"Your (Y/N) (L/N)?" She asks, quite unsure. Luka was surprised to hear that Ms. Mendeleiev knows her full name. (Y/N) looks back at Ms. Mendeleiev, then gives her a small shrug and a nod.

"Yes ma'am." She muttered out.

How did Ms. Mendeleiev know her name? Is she someone they should know? Is she someone well known or something?

Ms. Mendeleiev's grouchy looking persona switched into a good hospitable attitude. She widely smiles at (Y/N) and grabs her hand, giving it a firm shake.

"I'm happy to meet you! What's the problem you say? You don't know where your dorm is? I'll show you!" And once again, (Y/N) was dragged away. Her eyes looking intently at Luka.

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Luka grumbled under his breath. As much as he wanted to forget about the thought of (Y/N) for even just a minute, he couldn't. She had him locked in place.

If he keeps this up he won't be able to practice for the first competition. He doesn't want his team to loose that easily because he can't get this girl out of his head.

He started to strum his guitar again, graciously strumming the chords he's memorized, but then he stopped.

He hears this voice, it was somewhat familiar. It's as if he's heard this scary voice before but he just couldn't put a finger on it. His curiosity got the best of him and he decided to peep from the window.

Then he saw him.

The bully.

He was walking around with a friend, they were loud like lions. It's as if they own the whole hall way and nothing can stop them from being loud. They were laughing and howling like crazy people. Luka wanted to know why.

He then overhead their conversation.

"Dude what if that girl tries to scream for help and rat us out?" His friend asked. The bully scoffed and gives him a playful but firm punch in the arm.

"That bitch wouldn't dare. This is payback for what she did yesterday, (Y/N) deserves to be locked there." The bully growled.

Luka was alarmed, his eyes were wide as he watches the story unravel. He was angry and he knew it, but he knows he shouldn't.

But now one thought swirls around his head.

Where did he lock (Y/N)?