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Omniscient
Y/n had been working her ass off since she decided to take up the flute in the sixth grade. Before she even got to freshman year she was dead set on performing with a big symphony in New York. Her parents paid for private lessons and by the time junior year of high school came, she was performing at the professional level, exceeding the rest of her peers.
Even after making it to her symphony of choice and dream, Y/N was not complacent nor satisfied.
Then was Megan. The first chair flute player in her class and better than her. Y/n could acknowledge that, but she hated that. It was much worse when they would share a dorm together.
Megan was opposite. The talent of music came easier and she didn't spend her time practicing way too heavily but in her highschool orchestra, she never failed to get 1st chair on every chair placement test.
Y/n felt it was ridiculous.
Y/n wanted nothing more but the pleasure of one upping the taller girl.
Megan arrives home after her school day and shift at her job. She's tired as hell and for the first time skips practicing this one day. She hears y/n in her own room blowing and trilling. Girl's stress in' herself out on these 16th notes lmao. Megan thought to herself.
She set her backpack in her room and went back into the kitchen to look for a quick snack or leftovers.
Y/n sat on the couch with her music stand across from her, reddened eyes, and anger in the way she clicked the keys.
Megan had never seen the girl play like that, she was afraid that she would dent the instrument with the way she was holding it.
"You're hitting that A flat half a beat too early."
Y/n stopped playing and stiffened up. She tried to ignore who she would consider her nemesis, but she paused and recounted the music, seeing that the girl was actually right. Megan waited for her to play it again and Y/n did so.
Megan approached closer, now with a banana in hand and sat down on the other couch, watching the girl. Just in case she needs help. Megan keeps telling herself, but now that she's seeing this girl much closer than she ever has, (for perspective y/n is 4th chair and Megan is 1st, they don't sit together and y/n always avoids her at all costs), and she is beginning to notice things. The way her dark skin glows perfectly against the orange-ish lamp light, the way she plays so effortlessly and eloquently. The way her mouth moves, her posture, and the way it accentuates her ass and waist.
Megan gnaws on the banana like she's toothless as she gets herself loss in thought. When she snaps out of it, she finally takes a clean bite. It was Y/n's playing that did so.
