Day 300
"You seem too happy." Max comments.
"Do I now?" I ask, still smiling.
"Yes... Please stop it. It's creeping me out."
I grin.
He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.
What is his problem anyways? I am just genuinely happy and content today.
He says nothing and takes out my guitar, without my permission if I may I add, and takes a seat opposite me and starts strumming.
I frown and purse my lips, then remember Samuel's pep talk and smile.
And let's not forget the delicious Oreo shake and the cooking class that followed (because I can't cook).
I am definitely grinning like an idiot.
"Can you play bar cords?" He asks.
"No. But I'll learn." My grin flattens into a small smile.
"I'll teach you."
I look at him as my smile vanishes.
"What?"
"I'll teach you. It is easy." He says shrugging. I eye him skeptically.
"Okay." I say shrugging.
He gives me my guitar and I adjust it. "Keep your finger on the second fret and press and try to strum. I hope you know what a fret is?"
"Well duh, it is the second bar."
I say and then do it. The strings make a sound which I would describe as a shriek of protest and a whimper.
I cringe.
"Okay that was bad. Try putting your second finger on the first one and press. Then strum. Get used to the feeling and when you feel like your index finger can manage on its own, remove the second finger and strum." He says keeping my second finger on the first one.
It was weird. I didn't feel anything. Weeks ago if he would have done this I would be on cloud nine. I almost flinched. I do feel something flutter in the stomach but it died as soon as it woke up.
I didn't feel anything. Nothing but a friendly joy.
I didn't like him anymore.
Which makes me doubt if I ever did.
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"You can't do it. Give it up!" Max says standing up to leave for lunch.
What happened to the extremely patient I-will-teach-you Max?
Does he have bipolar disorder or something?
It's not even been ten minutes!
"What?"
"It's not your thing. Leave it." He says opening his bag.
What the hell? Did he just waste less than 10 minutes of my lunch break for this?
Why is he such an asshole?
"You think?"
"I know." He say taking out some money
"Wanna bet on it?"
"You'll loose."
"We'll see."
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