Forbidden Love

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

I wasn’t even able to finish my sentence. By the time I saw the scene in front my eyes, I fell onto my knees, clutching my stomach in pain. Oh it hurt so much, all the laughter bottling up in my belly trying in vain to escape out of my mouth.

‘Hey.’ I declared, after taking many slow, deep breaths and finally calming down, trying to get his attention. He didn’t respond at all, completely engrossed at whatever he was doing.

Travis was squatting horrified on his desk, all the stationery pushed off the top and strewn messily on the floor. One of his hands was grasping the edge of the table, the other wrapped firmly around a skinny long stick, swinging it all over the place in an attempt to shoo something away.

‘Travis… Hello?’ I yelled, louder than before. Still no reaction. Seems like Mr. Jerk wasn’t just outright crazy, he also happened to be very, very deaf. I took a few steps into his bedroom, taking care not to trip over one of the yellow highlighters that had been thrown onto the floor.

‘ASSHOLE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU MAD?’ I shrieked at the top of my lungs. He finally snapped his head back in astonishment, watery eyes once filled with horror but immediately replaced with rage.

It was probably the naughty word directed at him that caught his attention. I’m sure the volume of my voice had no impact whatsoever. I could’ve whispered something like ‘moron’ or ‘douchebag’ right from inside my room, and as long as he knew it was meant for him, he’d hear it straight away and turn into a savage bear, attacking the person that had dared to insult him.

‘Oh, your mental capacity is absolutely preposterous! Didn’t I just make it clear that you were not to take a single step into my room without my permis-… achoo’

His little offensive statement was disturbed by a sudden sneeze, so incredibly loud, it could have caused an earthquake in Tokyo. He tried to finish his sentence.

‘..permission.’

As I concentrated to muffle my laughter which was dying to be released, Travis’ face contorted in maximum fury. He lifted the arm with the stick, twirling it above his head to strike me dead with what seemed like a cast of a deadly magic spell. Well, what he endeavored to say sounded so ridiculous with the amount of sneezes he had, I would have genuinely believed that it was indeed a spell.

‘Get… achoo… out of he-… achoo, here this in… achoo -stant!’

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Glancing at his pathetic form and having had absolutely no idea what had just came out of his mouth, I burst out laughing; shutting my eyes closed firmly and dropping onto the floor, rolling around to avoid the itching pain that was slowing returning in my stomach.

When I opened my eyes to dry the tears, I saw my open red case; violin dropped carelessly inside and bow missing. I stood up, petrified, my eyes drawn to the object Travis was clasping in his hand.

‘You moron, give me back my bow. You’ll break it!’

Mr. Jerk ignored my desperate remark, sneezing instead. He continued to squat on his desk in a warrior-like stance. I knew I had to get the bow back to safety, without snapping it in an attempt to rescue it from the nasty pirate.

‘Travis, if you don’t give it to me now, I will scratch your pretty face.’

That was completely untrue, as my nails had to be kept short while I played the violin. No teacher likes constant clicking sounds as the student presses the strings on the fingerboard.

I was in the middle of contemplating lunging forward in a swift motion and grabbing my bow from his hand, when a ginger cat appeared from underneath the bed, pouncing out in a swift motion, claws bared, and scratching Travis’ handsome face. He dropped the bow in shock and brought a shaking hand to the wound. That beautiful face, which was once so flawless, was now slightly ruined. The cat zapped right past him and out the open window without hesitation.