Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 42

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

What the fuck did I do. 

If there was one thing I regret, it was last night. 

I don't know what the hell got into me, but I have never acted that way before. It surprised me to be honest, and as soon as I ended the call, I slipped my hands out of my pants and scrubbed them clean in the bathroom. 

One thing I'v learned from last night though, is that I need to stay the fuck away from Jonas. I know I'll be tutoring him, and I'll feel like a complete bitch if I quit on him, especially since he's improving so much, so I'm just going to bring a book with me, and only say things to him that are necessary.

 Avoid any feelings. 

Hah, like you'll be able to stay away.

You underestimate me.

I have no idea when my next tutoring session with Jonas will be, and I don't intend to ask him about it. He can let me know whenever he wants it, and I will accept. I can't afford to be starting unnecessary conversations with him. Kinda defeats the objective of avoidance, and keeping a low profile, right?

I sit up in my seat, and continue to make notes as I sit in my music lesson. There are not many people in this class, four of us to be exact, and we are all girls, so we all get on and the atmosphere in the room is always chill and relaxed.

My music teacher is also someone who allows us to be a bit more free when we learn. He likes to have his lessons, so they're a break from all the other intensive work and subjects we study, all while learning. I love it really, and it helps a lot to relieve stress.

When the lesson ends, I pack up my notes and head out of the classroom, bidding goodbye to my classmates and teacher before turning directly into the music room to the right of my classroom.

I felt like I hav't been in her in ages, let alone play the piano, and frankly, I miss it.

I'v been dying to get my fingers on those keys for so long now, and as I sit down and lift up the lid to the Piano, i let out a breath and slowly rest my head against the worn surface of keys.

I stay like that for some time, just enjoying the dusty smell of the room, and the comfort of the instrument beneath my head and hands. 

I eventually lift my head up from the keys and set my hands down onto them, beginning to play a light melody that has stuck with me for long. Then I move on to playing random chords and notes, creating my own piece, and I get lost into the music, slowly forgetting about last night, and a certain blue eyed boy. 

God, I'v missed this feeling. 

Jonas

I take out my phone and pull up instagram, pressing on the contact name which opens the chat. 

Since last night, all I could think about was Eliza, and her fucking fingering herself over the phone. Those sounds have haunted my mind all night, and all I want to do is see her face again. 

And so, to set about doing that, I message her. 

Lesson after school at the cafe today?

She doesn't respond for a full ten minutes, and then I remember that she probably has a lesson right now. I have a free and I guess I automatically thought she would too. 

I'm surprised when I get a text back though. 

Ok. 

That fucking it? Somethings up with her, because she never, ever sends an 'ok' like that. It's usually 'okay' or some shit, but never something so blunt and dead as 'ok'.