The Art Of Seduction ✓

|13| Drum

Chapter number thirteen obv goes to Queen Taylor.

I know she got together with Tom pretty fast, but I feel hurt that there's so many people out there who just keep talking about her next  album and wondering or speculating about her next break up song. I feel so bad and hurt for her.

Taylor has, undoubtedly helped me move on from my first love, and for that, I'll always love her.

Okay, back to the story I think you've gotten to know more of the characters in this story and you'll probably notice a lot of them have different backgrounds and stuff. So I wanted to know what you thought about it. Do you like the fact Tallah and Tassia are black, Rekha South Indian, Satriyo Indonesian?

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  "People haven't always been there for me but music always has." 

Taylor Swift  

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KADEN WAS PLAYING the drums loudly when I came home. The drive home in the twins car was stifling. Rekha went home with Cassian leaving the twins, Satriyo and I. An Ed Sheeran song played on the radio, loudly, the twins were silent, Satriyo was playing on his phone as Tassia drove. 

I missed the indian girl's chatter. It felt duller and far less interesting without Rekha. I was more than thankful to reach home, getting out of the car into the cool path. I could hear the soft sound of Kaden's drum. When I go into my room, the dull beats had magnified into a large more energetic beat. I glanced through the window, watching his silhouette play the drums.

Kaden and Daisy weren't official, thankfully. 

Things wouldn't change for us if he was going to avoid me the whole time. Was the confession about Ashton disturbing enough for me to repel him? He'd said what he needed to win me. I recalled Rekha's advice unwillingly. I hesitated wondering if it was worth it. I'd just end up with a very aggravating shag. Wasn't life too short for things like that? 

I pulled out Kaden's number, It was minutes before the drumming stopped and a pause on the other side. Then he cut the call. I heard the drums resume playing. Very subtle I thought sarcastically, dialling his number again. Of all people to confide in...

He didn't even stop playing. His playing seemed to get louder. Swearing softly, I moved out of my room. I stopped by the mirror taking in my appearance. I needed to look my best at all times. I recall him looking at me take off my socks. 

I was wearing a skinny tight fitting green shirt with a v-neck and black skinny jeans. I put on a black jacket, making sure my make up was absolutely flawless before walking out. The cold stung me briefly, pulling the coat around me, I walked towards his house. I didn't bother knocking. I found the guy above the door ledge easily. I knew Kaden's mum wouldn't be home. 

I easily found way through the slightly messy home up to Kaden's room. I never thought of Kaden as poor, he had a lovely red Ford, fashionable clothes and carried an air of wealth but as I looked at the old sofa, one I could recall from when I was ten, I paused. 

I moved to the staircase spotting pictures on the walls, most of them old. I paused when I saw a picture that was old, but a man that looked remarkably like an older version of Kaden peered back at me. I swallowed. Before moving up the stairs, to Kaden's room.