The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Nine - Why I Hate Teenage Boys//

//Nine — Why I Hate Teenage Boys//

Willa Van der Mariel

On my way back to my car at the end of the day, I heard someone call out my name.

“Willa!” Huffed Mara, and she stopped beside me. “Your our ride, remember?”

Vaguely.

I felt a sudden spray of guilt, but it quickly disappeared and I just felt embarrassed. “Sorry, I thought you would’ve caught a ride with your friends?” It takes everything inside of me not to sound bitter inside that sentence.

She just shakes her head and laughs. “What? No. Goodness. That would be stupid since your picking your brother up, who is conveniently with our brother”

“That’s right” A warm breath purred down my neck, making me jump at this five feet in the air, and since my luck is terrible, all my books managed to fall out of my bag and too the ground, and I let out a girlish shriek of terror. 

Standing there was Mason, looking smug.

“Your really skittish” He said once I had calmed down.

“Maybe because you scared me shitless” I huffed, then looked over to Mara, who was looking quietly amused. She sent me a wink, and disgust rolled within me. I frowned, then quickly packed up my books.

“Here, let me help” Mason said, leaning down beside me.

I felt my jaw drop.

Was Mason Singer offering to help me pick up my books?

Well, he did make you drop them.

He packed them up in the bag, before handing it too me. I hadn’t been paying attention, I was in much to shock to register anything. Mason passed me my bag, looking throughly amused. Then, he stood up, and brushed off his jeans.

“Hurray up, Willow. I want to get home”

There’s the Mason, we know and hate.

We all filed in the car, with the twins at the back and me driving. Eldon had claimed he wanted to sit shotgun on the way home, as well, and I was surprised that they remembered. It wasn’t a long drive to the elementary school, in fact it was just around the corner and when we got there, we all filed out. Causing my shock to only increase. 

The school was filled with small children, and many of the older girls shot Mason appreciative looks. My brother was leaning against the wall, and brighten up when he saw me like a child would for their mother. Beside, him was Mathew, and the boy’s were talking with one another.

“Hey Eldon” I cooed, kissing him quickly on the forehead.

He blushed, and pushed me off, although it wasn’t very firm. “Willa, don’t kiss me at school. I have a rep to maintain, you know?”

I tipped my head back and laughed, then scuffed his hair. “Okay, Eldon. Now, come on. I have violin lessons, and Katrina would have my soul if I am late”

“That women scares me” He said, as we left the school. Trailing behind us were the Singer kids, all talking amongst themselves. “She cries and screams a lot”

“She’s passionate” I found myself saying, as we reached the car. I unlocked the doors, and we all filed in.

The music was pumping loudly, and Eldon kept changing the channels until I snapped him to stop, and flicked it to the classical, making the whole car groan and me smile smugly.