Yours Musically

31. The Chant

Chapter Thirty One - The Chant

We'd somehow silently made a mutual decision to never talk about that night again.

Once we got into his car after the gig, neither of us brought it up and swiftly moved past it over the following days, becoming busy with the training and school.

"So, I binged this series in three days, and now I have to wait a week for one single episode. I hate myself." Meera sighed over the phone.

"Let's not forget about the holidays when you'll be waiting months for further episodes," I reminded her.

She groaned. "Well, good news is there's plenty of other shows out there to keep me going. This is how they trap us."

I chuckled.

"What are you doing? Why are you huffing?" she asked.

"Just climbing the stairs. Music time."

"You mean Matt time." I could hear the smile in her voice, and I rolled my eyes. Ever since I'd told her about what had happened at the gig, she'd suddenly gone from his hater to supporter, much to my dismay. "How's it going?"

"Like it's always been. Barely getting by."

"Oh, come on, Becks. You're not fooling me. We both know you've slowly come to love the evenings," she teased.

If she were in front of me, I would've smacked her but, on the phone, all I could do was sneer. "Only because I get to learn music. It's fun."

"Sure, sure."

"Why do I even try with you? Never mind. I gotta go right now, Mee."

"Of course you do." I could picture her wiggling her brows, and I sighed out loud, which only made her chuckle. "Give me all the deets later. Bye."

"Bye." I hung up.

Shaking my head, I slid my phone in my pocket and lifted my hand to knock on Matt's bedroom door, but his voice made me stop.

"That is bullshit." He sounded a bit riled up.

My brows pulled together in confusion. Did he have someone over?

"You don't know squat, okay? Your brain is probably the size of a pea," he snapped and I flinched, pitying whoever it was directed at. "I don't li... it's not possible—hey! Don't give me that attitude, you little fucker—"

"Meow!" came a feral hiss.

"Shut up."

Was he...

I gave a hesitant knock at the door since I didn't want to be found eavesdropping like that. Silence fell on the other side of the door. Then, after about two seconds, Matt said, "come in."

I swung the door open and found him seated in his study chair with a textbook open in his hands and on his bed, sat Bella with one front paw folded over the other, looking classy as ever.

As I walked in, I looked around his room in confusion.

"Do you have someone over?" I asked.

"No. Why?"

"So, who were you talking to? Bella?"

He perked a brow at me while lifting his phone off the study table to flash at me. "Ever heard of this thing?"

"Right." I blinked, feeling silly all of a sudden. I waited for him to ask me why I was listening to his conversation but he never did. I don't think it even crossed his mind.

Bella jumped out of bed, neared me, and started rubbing her head against my jeans as if greeting me. "Meow."

"Aw! Hey, Bells." Just as I began to stroke her fur, she moved towards the door.