The Voice behind the Violin

To help or not to help?

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{Megan}

“You’re welcome twat.” He smiles then closes the door for me. Okay, I take my word back, but then he did close the door for me...such a gentleman in a wrong way. Ugh. He enters the car seconds later and starts to engine.

“So where’s your house?” He asks me as he checks the brakes and stuff. “It’s kinda far from here, like a 20 minute drive if there’s no traffic.” I say looking at anywhere but him. For some reason, he offering to take me home was bothering me...in a very big way.

“We’ll see.” He smirks then suddenly we were zooming the empty dark streets. My heart was in my mouth – Stupid driver, he’s fast! We might get caught. “What the – stupid slow down unless you want to die!” I say clutching my seatbelt, thank God for those things.

He eventually slows down and starts to laugh. I glare at him. “I was just messing with you. I just got my licence months ago so don’t worry, you’re safe.” He nods at me while looking ahead. “Months ago? And how is that suppose to make me feel better??” I ask him still petrified from just now.  He smirks then says in a playful tone “What? You don’t trust me???” He pouts and I cough back a laugh. The traffic light turns red and he faces me seriously. “What’s so funny now?”

“You....you shouldn’t pout....it doesn’t suit you at all...you look...haha...ha..Never mind. I’ll stop now.” I say, but then I think again of how he looked liked and I bite back laughs again. His eyes soften as if he remembers something but it quickly fades away, “Whatever” He tells me, still in a good mood. The traffic light turns green and we were off again.

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I regret biting back my laughs because now, the car is dead silent and its getting more awkward every minute. When I stare out the window, I see nothing else but light posts, and the light reflecting JC’s face, and most importantly, it doesn’t help when I focus to the front because JC glances at me from time to time. I decide to look at my violin case on my lap – this is way better than any other view that can turn me beet red and be ashamed for my whole life. I think to myself.

I now have time to think and digest what had just happened a while ago. I gave JC the idea to reply to every girl who messaged him and tell them that he needs a sample recording with a video.

I’m not being horrible here, but since I’m the voice and I didn’t even bother to message him or reply to him, I am safe, but then the thought about JC wanting so badly to find the voice crushes my heart and makes me feel guilty.

I know it’s a wrong move to do, but he can’t know I’m the voice because all those media stuff isn’t allowed in school, and besides, if ever I do rise in the music industry, I want to be known for the girl who plays the violin – not as JC’s mystery voice and sidekick.

I must have been making really weird faces because I do that whenever I think of deep troublesome thought. “What are you thinking about?” JC asks me to break the silence and to question my not so beautiful faces. “Just....the future.” Okay I don’t know why that came out but that IS what I am thinking about like what will happen if this happens or if that happens – get the picture?

“What about it?” He asks suddenly looking concerned and all. “Aaaww...is someone worried about me?” I ask sounding all kind and stuff. “No twat, I just feel you’re hiding something from me.” He says at my face.