Day 86
What is the need to change the time table in every 2 days?
We had two math classes, continuously and now we have hindi. That is torture!
I cannot even understand one single thing she is teaching right now!
Even though Hindi is my mother tongue, I hate the grammar part.
Man I wish I had taken French instead.
Tuesday is most far the worst day. I hate all the periods except the next period.
ADDM
Art, Dance, Drama, Music.
I obviously, choose Music. I want to to learn guitar further while Katie decided to take dance.
So as soon as bell rings, I dart out the class. I have kept my guitar in the other class where we usually sit during ADDM.
I don't have a lot of people with me, in total there are only seven people.
I am the only girl.
The only one I am friends with here is Bob.
And the only other person I know is Max.
But it doesn't matter because I really want to learn.
And I have not actually ever seen him take this class seriously, he always bunks. I honestly didn't even know that we had this class together until last week when he decided to show up and then later walked out the class.
And sir didn't even complain. He was actually happy.
So imagine my surprise when I walk in to find Max
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With MY GUITAR.
Wait a second. Hold on. Pause. Stop.
MY GUITAR + MAX = NOT GOOD/TROUBLE
Wtf? That guitar is mine, it belongs to me, and no one has the right to touch it without asking me.
My guitar for me is BAE.
I am straight up possessive.
I love my guitar.
No one touches it without asking. No one.
"Ummm... Max?" I say unsure of what is happening. He knows it is my guitar. He should stay away from it.
"That guitar is mine."
He looks up and continues playing.
I glare at him.
"I said the guitar is mine."
"And I heard it the first time you said it."
"So that means you need to give it back."
"No"
"Why??"
"Because... I am playing."
"Max..."
"Yes?"
"Give me my guitar back."
He doesn't.
I grit my teeth.
"Nice guitar." He says.
"Thank you, now can I have it back?"
"No"
"You didn't even ask me before taking it."
"I don't need to"
"Max" I warn him
"Emmy..." he mocks.
That's the first time he took my name.
"Williams, I need my guitar."
"And you think I care because?"
"I don't think you care."
"Exactly"
Okay Emmy
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
Calm Down
"You know what, keep playing, I'll wait."
And with that I sit down.
"It would have been so much easier if you did that before eating my brains."
"I wasn't 'eating your brain' Williams. You don't have one."
"I did before you ate it."
"We barely talk." I point out.
"Your existence is enough to give me nightmares."
What the hell?
How did the topic even reach here?
Weren't we talking about brain eating?
Whatever
"That I am, cause darling I am a nightmare dressed like a daydream."
He nodded. Then paused
"That's a Taylor Swift song right?"
"No, it's a line from her song."
He merely rolled his eyes and started strumming the guitar.
"Blank space" I muttered after some time.
"What?"
"The line I said, it's from blank space."
He smiles.
He genuinely smiled.
And it is so intoxicating that I smile back.
"I like that song" he smiles wider.
"Me too"
He continues to play.
And does a B minor. That's all it takes for my smile to fade and turn into a frown.
Oh great he can do a bar. Way to make me good about my guitar skills.
"You can't do a B minor?"
Did I say that aloud?
"Yes you did." He says.
I look at the pros and cons of telling him. I can't actually lie because well I just mumbled my thoughts before so no point now anyways.
"No I can't."
He starts laughing.
"Can you do plucking?"
I blush.
"A little bit."
He starts plucking the strings to 'summer of 69'
Great
I purse my lips.
"Okay I can't do that."
He grins.
"What's going on?" I hear a voice and turn to meet our guitar sir.
"She doesn't know how to do a bar and she can't pluck."
I can
How dare he?
"I can pluck." I say in defence crossing my arms.
"Sure you can"
"Max, I can do simple plucking."
"Like what? Twinkle-Twinkle little star?"
"I can play love story's beginning part, I can play 'love will keep us alive' by eagles, I can play 'my iron lung too."
"Sure you can"
"I can"
"I am not saying anything."
I glare at him.
F*cktard.
Isn't he too quick to judge?
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