You're the Music of My Heart

Six: Bruises and Battle Scars

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I fucked up so bad. But at the same time, I didn't say anything bad though, right? Like I only said Musicville...

Oh. Maybe Marco was just really sensitive. I didn't see him ever act up like that but I guess he cares about music so much. Well, obviously he's in the honors program and he's majoring in it but I didn't know he was that ambitious about it. What about his invitation for tonight? That was in a handful of hours and it wasn't like I have his number or anything~ Well to start, it's best to say that I apologize and go to his dorm or something like that. At least he knows I'm sorry. I had dinner to cook and ingredients to shop for... but I didn't, yet alone couldn't. Marco was the one thing on my mind. Damn his freckled cheeks were absolutely perfect and that grin... they made my eyes bleed and his deep, honey eyes. He was the absolute epitome of my wet dreams. Well, he IS the epitome of my wet dreams. Haha, how sad does that sound? An 18 year-old too scared to talk to a sensitive kid cuz he likes them. And he's in his wet dream. I sound like a 13 year-old with raging hormones. I probably still am.

I remember when I had stumbled upon hearing him play that classical piece. Obviously, I wasn't familiar with it but I couldn't recall the name of the dorm number. I knew to start he lived in my dorm complex but the floor... the fifth? I couldn't even imagine the pain to get that cumbersome piano up the stairs, yet alone, his dorm room. Hold on, it was getting an even clearer picture now. He was a floor above me and I was on the fourth, I think he was directly above my dorm itself. I guess that's why the harmonious melody of his piano were bouncing gracefully off every fucking wall in the building.

I need to talk to him. I can't just let him feel this way, I can't let myself stay this way. He didn't do anything at all. I sigh and rake my hand through my hair in annoyance.

I get into my car and turn on the engine and begin to back out of the shop's parking lot when I get a phone call. I stop just before the turning lane (to probably every driver's dismay) and pick up the phone.

"Who is this?" I ask, slightly itritatingly. "Fuck off dude, it's just me Horseface." My face crumbles, that little piece of shit. It was Eren, the biggest ass on the planet. I used to flirt with his adoptive sister Mikasa but she hated me because I was too much of a jerk to Eren, only because he was one to me.

"Why the hell are you calling me, I'm busy here." "Doing what, shoving your 3-inch dick into your mom?" "You son of a bitch, what the hell do you need?" I bitterly ask, done with his BS. "I was gonna ask you a favor from you but I guess I can just ask Armin. Besides he's more helpful than you," he replies sarcastically. "Well screw you then," I mutter before I hang up the phone. I literally hated that kid so much, I didn't even understand why he wanted to call me in the first place.

As I begin to pull into the dormitory building, I hear a faint cry through my cracked windows. What the heck was that? I park my car and turn off the engine when it seems to get louder from where the car was before. Who was it, or what was it? I get out of my car when it really dawns on me what it was, when this time, it's lucid clear that it was a person crying out. I rush over to the side of the dorm building where I see two guys huddled over this over guy. Because it was later in the day, I couldn't see who it was except for the man on the ground. He had brunette hair, pumpkin eyes, freckles... holy shit. It was Marco.

I race over there as fast as I could. "Just who the hell do you two fuckers think you are?!?" The look up at me and begin to book it, leaving poor Marco behind. His head is low and I try to chase the two bastards but instead go to Marco's aid. Just then do I realize how bad of condition he was in.

His arms were bruised and his left eye was surrounded with a sickly purple ring. His neck had a cut and his cheeks were bright red from probably a harsh slap. His nose was even bloody. "Marco!" I scream and run to his side before he flinches and can begin to move. "D-don't hurt me! Please!" Then I realize he thinks I must be the guys beating him up earlier. "N-no, Marco. It's me! Jean!" Then he looks up at me with wide and teary eyes and I have to embrace him in a tight hug.