Chapter 2
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I shove the keys into the keyhole of my 'vintage' car, and twist three times before it whirrs to life.
As I speed down my road it's a miracle I don't get caught by the police, because I'm almost certain I'm driving at least thirty miles an hour faster than the speed limit.
I arrive at work bang on the dot, and rush into the building so I can sign in. I lift the strap of my flute case onto my shoulder and make a dash for the 'staff arrivals' list. I check off my name.
Just on time.
I work for an organisation which gives children and teens an opportunity to learn an instrument, and I'm a flute and piano teacher.
I look at my timetable; I'm scheduled to teach my best friend, Zoe, in two minutes.
I make my way up to the first floor and find the music room I teach in. I make my way to the desk and set my flute down, along with my large handbag. I pull out a folder filled with sheet music and find a specific piece of sheet music. Zoe is a great piano player and I'm sure she can cope with the intermediate level of this sheet music, which I set down on the music stand.
Hey honey!" She grins, interrupting my thoughts as she strides confidently through the door.
"Zoe! It's great to see you!" I smile, hugging her. "What's up?"
"Not a lot," she laughs. "I kinda got a new boyfriend though!" She squeals. "His name is Calum, and he's extremely cute. Anyway, what about you? Any luck with boys?"
I sigh, thinking back to this morning with Michael and Ashton and the Starbucks lip ring dude. I honestly don't think Ashton holds the same appeal for me any more. Michael, however... Ugh. Shut up.
"I don't like Ashton any more," I smile. "But this really cute, kinda punk rock Starbucks barista wrote his number on my cup!"
"Aweh!" Zoe coos. "You guys will make such cute babies!"
I shake my head, giggling. I will never understand her mind.
"Anyway, I've got this music for you to try," I show her. "It's kinda different to the stuff we normally play, and it's like the backing track to a song." She nods, scanning through it, before putting some of the chords together. She starts with playing the left hand through, which only has a few slip ups. She then plays the right hand through very slowly, and it takes us a while to correct that. Eventually, she can play both hands at the same time, at the same speed of the song.
"Cara why don't you sing along? We've still got five minutes to kill," she suggests, and I blush.
"I'm not a good singer though."
"Sure you're not, honey," she says with ease. "You're amazing. When you sing, your voice captivates me."
"Exactly." I say. "I wouldn't want to distract you from playing the piano," Is my attempt at a come back.
"Just sing, you bitch!"
"Fine," I laugh, picking up the lyrics sheet.
"Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
Only when I stop to think about you,
I know
Only when you stop to think about me,
do you know?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me?
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?"
As the song ends, I'm struck with the realisation of how it relates to Michael and I.
Wait- I do not love him. Period.
I do hate everything about him, and yes, the part about 'taking hits' might be slightly relatable... But there never will be any love between us.
Ugh. Why won't he disappear from my head? All I can think of is him leaning close to me, his steady hands wiping cream from my lip. And his cute smile.
Wait, what?
'More like his irritating smirk,' I try to convince myself, but I can't help it. He's cute.
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