Yours Musically

23. And It Begins

Chapter Twenty Three - And It Begins

The last thing I wanted was to get used to going to my enemy's house every other day but as I stood on his front porch, waiting for someone to answer the door, I had a feeling it was going to be inevitable.

The big double doors opened and I prepared myself to smile at Garrett but it was none other my nemesis himself in a solid black t-shirt and gray sweats.

He'd probably just taken a shower after gym since his hair looked wet. He ran a hand through it to push it back and I noticed his pumped bicep.

"You're late."

What a greeting!

Instead of stepping aside to let me in, he made his way inside the house and I followed.

"Considering that you just stepped out of the shower, I think not."

He cut a glance over his shoulder but said nothing. I quietly followed him, noticing his house for the first time.

It felt a lot like my own—adorned with expensive stuff that would seem useless while buying but would fit right in in some corner like it was always meant for it. His parents must have been into decorating like mine. I couldn't spot them anywhere so I just assumed they were at work.

"Where's Garrett?" I asked.

"What do you want with him?"

I shrugged "Nothing. Just wanted to say hi. He seemed nice to talk—"

I was cut off when he stopped walking and turned around abruptly, almost making me bump into him.

"If you're trying to find out if you're alone in the house with me, yes, you are." As he finished, I couldn't help but notice the subtle curiosity in his eyes.

I looked around before crossing my arms. "That's not what—"

"Hey, Becks."

My head snapped to the side to find Aiden walking up to me with a smile and at the same time, he looked a little confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Aiden. Long story." I pointed towards Matt, who hadn't been visible to Aiden before because of the huge pillar. When he finally saw us standing together, his mouth formed an o-shape and he wiggled his brows at me but when he looked at Matt's face, his smile disappeared and without seeking any trouble, he waved us goodbye.

"What? You showed him your devil face?" I smirked at my enemy and he averted his eyes to me. "What were you trying to achieve by making me believe I was alone with you?"

He lifted his hand to the doorknob behind him and without taking his eyes off me, pushed the door open. Then he shrugged before a smirk tugged at his lips.

"I wanted to see if you would run away."

"Now, why would I do that?" I scoffed. "You're not as scary as you think."

"Right."

To my utmost bafflement, he stepped aside to let me enter the room first and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "You first."

"What? You think you'll be splashed with a bucket of water the moment you step in?"

"As unlikely as it sounds when it comes to you," I said sarcastically, "I insist. Please lead the way."

Rolling his eyes, he made his way inside and I followed, slowly taking the room in. He had a whole ass recording studio set up in his house with those mics and mixers and about half a dozen stuff I couldn't even name but recognized from YouTube.