Revenge | [discontinued]

Chapter 3

You can see Alex's pic on the side if you're curious of how he looks like.

Enjoy! (:

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Three

Dave's POV

It's a history class now nand my eyes feel so heavy. It's likely the most boring subject I've ever studied in my entire life. I've never liked this subject for God sakes. No one likes this one though. I don't even care about these world wars and the bombardments and those other tedious details which could spend days to explain for its only subject. I mean, why do I have to learn all of this shit? Uh, sucks.

I keep tapping my index fingertip on the table impatiently and stare at the clock back and forth, waiting for the bell to ring so I can get the heck out of this tiresome class. For bloody sakes, this class doesn't belong to me. This class isn't so my place.

The bell finally rings aloud a couple minutes later, giving all students a signal for the break time. I gather my things into my dark-blue jansport backpack quickly and pull it over my shoulder before exiting the class. To my surprise, the corridor is more quiet than usual. Well, it doesn't mean that there's nobody because there actually is. But there are not many.

Does my class come out too fast?

Ignoring the question that comes to my head, I try to walk faster through the hallway so that I can also reach the cafetaria faster when a piano's sound suddenly catches my ears, causing it to hypnotize me in a matter of second. I immediately look for where the voice comes from, and I halt exactly in front of the music room. I open the door slowly and stride into the room quietly. I don't want to disturb whoever he or she who plays the piano. I don't want whoever he or she is to stop the play just because the noise I cause just because of walking in the room. I can clearly see the back of the pianist, and I immediately assume it as a girl by the look of her long straight hair.

That's honestly so melodious I can definitely hear to it every single day. The way its melody flows slowly yet magically beautiful at the same time makes me feel a glint of serenity which I can even rarely get.

The girl ends up the play perfectly, and there's a long silence before she finally stands up from her seat and turns around. And that's when my face immediately falls by the sight in front of me.

The loser girl?

I widen my eyes in disbelief, but immediately cover it up with my usual smirk.

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Stella's POV

I end the song slowly as I smile proudly to myself. I've been learning to play this for months, and it ain't that easy. The struggle to sneak in also is real. Yeah, I have to pretend as if I desperately need to pee because it threatens to come out in a matter of seconds in front of my teacher on purpose so that they would believe me. And they actually do trust me, always. That's honestly one of a lot typical reasons for a student to escape the class when they get bored, and I do the same as them. I'm thankful my face looks innocent enough for everyone because I can sometimes take an advantage of it.

I've been wanting to play piano ever since I was fourteen. It simply started when my mother and I went to the piano's concert. It wasn't the largest one, but it was enough for me to know there was such a beautiful concert like that. And also, it had made me extremely pleased though. I certainly also didn't forget on how every pianist on there playing a song captivatingly with their fingers dancing on top of the piano key pliantly. And since that, being a pianist has always been my secret dream.