𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 || enemies to lovers

•06•

•Alessandra Moretti•

I stayed. Only because Jessica insisted that I listen to her play and give her some tips. Across the music room was Lucas, smugly staring right at me. I stared back, not looking away. Detest was probably written all over my face. I finally turned away when he stopped staring and walked to the grand piano and Jessica organized her music and stand. I walked to a seat and sat down, waiting.

She started playing, and though it was beautiful, there was a plainness and no passion in the piece. Her posture was slightly wrong, the way she held her bow made it light and resulted in the tone coming out as quiet and weak. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly good either. The piano part was grand, and I was never going to admit it. Soft notes pressed down and made by light, fleeting fingers, perfectly controlled the tone, the pitch, the dynamics, everything. Again, I am not ever going to say those words aloud to a certain smug, arrogant, immature, guy who wouldn't even have the respect to apologize over something completely his fault.

At the end of the piece I smiled at Jessica and clapped for her.

'You did well! This piece is extremely complicated and you completely pulled it off.' I beamed, 'it's just the uhm tone, and stuff. Try re-positioning your bow and your stance.'

She grinned, 'thanks Allie!' But I could see the coldness in her eyes and the distinct feeling of dislike. I shrugged it off, she'd asked for it and I'd gave it to her, if she now decided that she didn't like my advice I couldn't give a shit.

'How do you think I did, Lucas?' She whirled towards him who stood still by the piano, her voice changed and became light and soft. I suppressed an eye roll and checked my phone. 2 new messages marked my Lock Screen, from Theodore.

Sitting back down I swipe up and read it.

Theo: how's scholl? :)

Theo: I just decide that im gona go kms cis i sprained my wtist. In deep pain rn.

I grinned down at my phone.

Me: that's hilarious. Schools ass, on the verge of ditching and getting into an accident.

In barely a few seconds he was typing again.

T: aw. it cant be as bd as siting in ur romo adn feeling half dead. Im literaly texting i with my letf hand.

I stare down at the screen trying to comprehend what i had just read.

Me: help wtf I can't read that dumbass

T: fyxk u 🖕🏻

Me: can't understand, glad the emoji explained it all tho

T: bitch go dei

Me: I'd love to but where'd thst leave u?

T: wyd.

Me: teasing u :)

T: bffr

Me: listening to a friend and asshole practice Vivaldi.

T: uhm tf it's ur first day and u alrdy htae somone??