Dodging Disasters ✔

Chapter Eleven

11. Oh My God, Look At That Face

It would have been an extremely romantic scene directly cut out of a cliché movie, if it wasn't for the fact that the brown eyes belong to none other than, His Grace - Tyler Watson.

And right now, he has his head tilted back, as he laughs at me.

At me.

I quickly unentangle myself from him and try to put a few feet distance between us. I grab my bag that fell to the ground when I had my fall, and turn to glare at him.

"I was expecting a 'Thankyou' but it doesn't seem like you'll be giving me one, soon." He says as he picks up the guitar from the chair situated next to the door.

If it wasn't for him, I would have injured myself pretty bad, I know. So I put aside my ego with a lot of difficulty, and mutter a 'Thanks' as I try to leave the room only to be stopped by him as he steps in front of me.

"I know what's going through that mind of yours," He says as he closes the distance between us, a smile forming on his lips.

I fold my arms and raise an eyebrow at him. "Please do enlighten me."

He takes a step closer and I feel my shoulders tense as he is a little too close for comfort. I shift uncomfortably as he bends and whispers in my ear. "Oh My God, look at that face, you look like my next mistake!"

He takes a step back and looks at me. A moment later he clutches his stomach as he points a finger at me and says between breaths, "Your...expression...was..priceless!"

I glare at him and fight the urge to grab the guitar and beat him up with it.

"How you wish!" I snort.

He obviously tries his best to come up with a smart reply when a voice from behind him speaks,"Was it you who just sang that song so beautifully, dear?"

Tyler turns around and I find myself facing a petite, black haired woman, in her mid forties, standing against the door frame with a bag in her hand.

"Yes Aunt Katy, it was her." Tyler says, sitting down on the stool placed at the centre of the room, making it obvious that he was uninterested in the conversation that was going to follow.

The woman, Aunt Katy, narrows her eyes at him and says harshly, "Mr. Tyler Watson, I am your music teacher here. Not your mother's sister."

Maybe it was for the first time that his Aunt had ever tried to knock some sense into him because Tyler looks at her like she just slapped him hard.

If she notices his crestfallen face, she makes no attempt to make ammends.

She looks at me kindly and says, "Excuse Tyler and his stupid behaviour."

Tyler has his mouth wide open but she ignores him completely, yet again, and continues to talk to me.

"I'm Katy Anderson, your music teacher and let me tell you dear - you've got a magnificent voice!" She clasps her hands in excitement and I can't help but smile.

This woman somehow reminds me of Molly Weasley and I already like her very much.

"I'm Madison Smith," I say without stuttering with my fake surname, for maybe the first time ever.

"What a lovely name, Madison!" She smiles and we shake hands.

Yes, definitely Molly Weasley.

She looks at Tyler and me as if making up her mind about something. I just stand there awkwardly not quite knowing what to do or say, when she breaks the silence, with a bomb.