The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Eleven - Dealing with the Devil//

//Eleven — Dealing with the Devil//

Willa Van der Mariel

I was terrified.

The whole school was, and it was all because of me and my ability to make someone suffer for stealing something that belong to me. 

Mason had come striding in, his footsteps echoing in the halls and everyone watching him with fear, he was furious. I could tell by his clenched fist’s, and the sharpness of his eyes whenever he looked at someone. Yet, all I could think was; I hope he scratches his dick in front of the school.

Yes, I am pretty a sensible teen.

I met Lottie by my locker, who was looking rather anxious and terrified, the same expression of the whole school.

“Hey Lot” I greeted, opening up my locker, as the door open something fluttered out, touching me lightly on the forehead and falling to the ground. I stood there frozen for a second, before leaning down and picking it up.

“What’s that? Did someone send you a love note?” Lottie asked, peering over my shoulder.

I hid it quickly, and shook my head. “It’s just Mrs Bellona telling me about the new practice sessions” It burned my throat to lie through my teeth, but she bought it nonetheless and together we headed off to class.

I ripped the note up, casting the remains in the bin. 

— The Shattered Memory of a Violinist —

At lunch, the whole cafeteria silence as Mason stood up, a razor sharp smile on his face that made my heart jumped into my throat. His blonde hair was ruffled, sexily and his eyes looked like sharp ice. In the light his tanned skin looked lighter, and his well built body seemed to gleam. Everyone’s breath caught, and mine practically disappeared.

Drama Queen.

Then, to my great horror, he began to walk towards my table, and a large part of me hoped he would turn sharply as soon as he reached it, but no. Instead, Justin and Chase, who are looking slightly blunter then Mason, but still had a razor smile and sharp eyes.

Too say the least, the cafeteria gasped when he sat down at my table, and Lottie looked over to me with eyes the size as saucepans. Of course, being the once love-sick puppy I was the only thing going on in my head was;

MASON SINGER IS AT MY TABLE! MINE! HA, MINE!

Justin and Chase sat down beside him, looking slightly confused now, and Lottie look just how I felt, panicked and flushed. I could sense my death rising in the distance, and felt my heart pick up. There was no noise, until Mason gave me a greeting smirk.
“There’s nothing to see here” Even though he didn’t yell, the whole cafeteria heard and all looked away, bringing up the chatter around the tables again.

Lottie and I shared terrified looks.

“Are you going to eat that?” Asked Justin, pointing at the basket of grapes in front of me.

I stared at him, my mouth slightly agape and my eyes wide in surprise. He sighed, and repeated the question, making me flush and practically throw the grapes at him. Lottie, didn’t look happy by this fact, but kept her mouth shut in the fear.

“W-What are you doing here?” I asked, finding my voice.

The three boys looked to me, and a smirk curved up their lips.