Second Chances

Chapter 10

"So you know Riley, huh?" His voice was calm but deep.

It caught my attention so I looked at him as he focused his eyes on the road while his left hand tightly gripped on the steering wheel.

"Uh, we just met at the cafeteria this past few weeks, he sat next to me because I was alone at the table."

I can't deny that my voice was shaking and nervous. Why am I feeling like this? And whats with him and Riley?

"As usual. Well, I don't like you talking to him. You don't know him and its better that way." Mason's tone stayed calm, but I know theres something wrong with him and Riley.

Damned. But Riley was such a nice person, he even helped me when I was sad because of Mason. He's a friend of mine, what should I do?

"Whats wrong with Riley?" There I said it. He remained silent and he seemed like he was looking for the right words to say. Gosh, whats wrong with them!?

"I just don't like him near you, stop arguing." He snapped and I decided not to ask anything about it.

I hate being treated this way, like of course I wanted him to tell me everything, share things especially like this but pushing him too hard won't be such a good idea.

We had a great night so I should make him feel better again. I wanted him, that was obvious. But if he was really serious about me, he would tell me what was wrong, but I didn't want to push him too far. I should give him time and hopefully he'd speak to me about it, well maybe not tonight.

Patience. Patience. Patience.

As we arrived at his house, a beautiful garden first welcomed us. The environment was amazing, modern with a mixture of classic. Grass were firmly groomed as well as the flowers were brightly awake.

No doubt Mason belong to a wealthy family, but why was he living in a house like this alone?

When we entered his house, I noticed that it was so much better than the view outside. Huge couches and center tables were placed neatly on the floor, flat screen TV hanged on the wall and something that really caught my attention.

The piano.

He has a grand piano. Can you believe it? He knows how to play the piano.

This is not real.

"You live here all by yourself?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, my family bought this house and moved here when I was 10. If you're wondering where are they now, they're not here. My parents are in Paris together with my sister." He said while gathering all the ingredients he needed from the fridge.

I sat on the counter and waited for him. I studied him as he move inside his kitchen, okay this man knows how to cook!

"What are you making?" I asked while eyeing him suspiciously at his back.

"You'll find out later. Just sit there and relax, you can grab something inside the fridge if you like." He winked at me and continued slicing the vegetables.

I went to the living room again and looked around, the scent was marvelous and I placed my hand on the grand piano. It had a very sleek black body and I felt that there was something special about this. Well every piano had secrets behind it, every musician or pianist knows that. The intense emotion usually expressed by playing and each note were like chills and relief at the same time.

I've been taking piano lessons before when I was five with my dad and since my grandmother was a former pianist. When I was younger I always wanted to play on stage or be on a band, music was my jam but it all faded when my dad left us and everything changed. He just went back to check on me when my mom died but I know he had another family and I never met them, which meeting and knowing them wasn't my plan either.