Yours Musically

42. Getting Official

Chapter Forty Two - Getting Official

The next morning, when I left my house, Matt was leaning against the driver's door of his car, waiting, and the moment he saw me, he stopped leaning against it and took a doubtful step forward.

With a straight face, I crossed the street and extended his jacket to him. "I forgot to give it back last night. Thanks for this."

"Not a problem." He reached for it unsurely, and before he could say anything else, I turned around to go back across the street.

"We should be leaving for school. It's late," he said.

I threw him a glance over my shoulder and looked down at my watch with a frown. "You are late. You've missed practice today. Why haven't you left already?"

"You never showed up."

Truth was, I'd been secretly watching him through my window. He'd come out of his house an hour ago and had been leaning against his car ever since, switching glances between his watch and my front door.

I really wanted to call him and tell him to leave without me, but I fought the urge, reminding myself that he could have called me too.

"I haven't ridden with you in a week." I raised a brow.

"Yesterday you said you'd wanted to watch the practice."

"Well, now we've both missed it. Besides, I didn't wanna bother you with my pathetic presence. You don't have to drive me around anymore."

"Becks—"

"And we're done training."

"What?" he snapped, taking an angry step forward.

"You heard me. Thanks for everything, but I've got this from here."

I started to cross the street, but he gripped my arm and pulled me back, his eyes blazing. "You're overreacting."

"Maybe I am, so what? It's my loss. I lose the challenge." I tried to yank my arm free, but he didn't loosen his grip, so I glared down at his hand. "Seriously?"

The subtle clenching of his jaw and swallowing depicted his frustration to great lengths; he was beyond pissed. He slowly released my arm and cut me one final glance before getting into his car and driving off.

*****

"I'm so sorry, Becks." Meera sighed. "If I never asked you that stupid question, Sean would never have heard you and snitched like that. I'm sorry to say this but your crush is a little bitch."

"Meera!" Cheryl turned around with a frown, cutting a glance at me.

I let out a chuckle that surprised me as well. "It's fine. I had the same thought but it's okay. It's not a problem anymore."

"What do you mean?" Meera raised a brow.

"Matt's over that and I told him this morning that he doesn't have to teach me music anymore."

"What? Why would you do that?"

I shrugged. "I feel like YouTube will be just fine after all that practice with him. I'm unnecessarily taking up his time. I mean, it's music, not rocket science."

"Something happened, didn't it?" Mack raised a brow in the rear-view mirror.

"No. We're good."

*****

"Good." Meera scoffed as Matt and I crossed each other a second time in the hallway without exchanging a word.

"We're fine, Mee."