The One With the Key to My Piano

Chapter two

It still didn't make sense why he would act that way around another girl. Although, I was beginning to think that he was hers instead of mine. But I was forcing myself to stop thinking about such a horrible thought. It made me want to puke.

Well, once again that week we were meeting up at the Cafe. Thinking that I needed to step up my game, I bought new clothes the night before. To be honest, I was actually excited to try out my new clothes that day. 

Hopping out of bed, I walked over to the bag that was holding my clothes captive. I pulled the outfit out of the bag and began undressing. I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror as I do so. It was too saddening to look, too hard to see what others see. 

Finally, I had gotten my clothes on, sighing with relief I turned to look in the mirror. Seeing a smirk appear on my pale, freckled, face. Even my freckles have little grins of their own.

I was beginning to see why girls wear these clothes. The holy jeans, the crop top hoodies along with the new trend of Adidas shoes. Now, I was girlfriend material.

I heard my phone buzz on my desk. Thinking it was him, I ran over to it, almost causing myself to slide into my desk. I was disappointed to see that it was only my parents. I know I shouldn't feel that way about getting a text from them but, I had a crisis of my own.

I tossed my phone onto my bed after selected a song. I almost broke the speakers it was so loud. But I like my music loud. It takes me away from reality for a while when I really need it.

But the thing was when music was playing, I never could help but dance to it. And you would need to bleach your eyes after watching me dance. Others think I'm good but, like with the mirror, I can't see what they see.

As I danced I straightened my hair. Then quickly after that, I put lots of foundation on because every time I saw someone girlfriend, they never had freckles covering their face. So I covered mine. Maybe I could make him think that my freckles were fake all along. It's possible. 

Once I was done I looked in the mirror and saw that I was missing something. Mascara.

I never did like my ginger eyelashes either. They always bothered me because, even though unlike other gingers you can kinda see my eyelashes, I thought I looked like a man.

After I was done, with perfect timing, I heard a knock on the door. I walked down the stairs and opened it to see Tannor standing there with a smile pinned on his face.

"Hello, my dear. Wait, what happened to your freckles?"

"Oh, they were fake." I try to act as embarrassed I could, making it look like I forgot to put freckles on my face.

For some odd reason, he sighed with relief before laughing.

"Oh thank the lord, I thought they were real."

I looked at him confused and a little offended.

"Why do you sound so happy about that?"

He sighed and kissed my cheek, "because, I don't mean to be rude but, you look horrible with freckles. I think you actually look beautiful without them."

My eyes widened, and it took everything I had to not cry. Don't cry. Don't cry, I thought. I glued a smile on my face.

He smiled back at me, and I began to slowly feel disgusted of the smile I once loved. But why?

I wanted to try to forget everything that I felt so I took him to the bluebird cafe. It only made things worse, but I didn't know that yet.

We sat down at a table. Ordered food. Talked while eating. The usual. Well, the usual until that same blonde girl came in. I heard him sigh which made me turn my head toward him.

"What's the matter?" I asked as I gave him a confused expression.

He didn't answer. Just stared at her hair. I watched as his mouth drooled, and his eyes making their way down to someplace they shouldn't have. I got mad and jealous, but I just brushed it off. But I couldn't help myself and I kicked his shin. He let out a loud yelp.

"What the hell was that for!" He almost threw the table over as he stood up, hold his shin and wincing in pain.

I didn't care. I folded my arms and glared at him as I spoke. "I'm over here. Whoever that blonde chick is, she's none of your concern."

He scoffs. "At least she knows how to do the damn job when I want her to."

My eyes widened. What?  "What are you talking about?"

He gave me a smirk while walking over to the blonde girl and kissing her deeply. As if we weren't already together. Or was I the target being shot at?

Before I could even open my mouth they were gone. Both of them. Everything turned black, grey, white. Colorless. I knew I'd be playing, but I didn't listen. I should have listened to my head and not my heart. Fuck my heart. It's broken anyway. 

And with that, I walked home. One piece of my heart in my left hand, and the other piece in my right. I was broken.