The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Thirteen - Come Sit with the Vultures//

//Thirteen — Come Sit with the Vultures//

Willa Van der Mariel

I had had a normal morning. I had woken up early, showered quickly, cooked breakfast for the family, been kissed on the forehead by Dave and practiced for violin for a good thirty minutes. The Singer kids had found their own rides, except Mathew, who I liked. Because, he didn’t talk and when he did he was polite.

So, when I walked into school and everyone’s eyes were trained on me, my normal morning crumbled before my eyes.

I pretended not to be bothered by their jealous or shocked gazes, and it wasn’t that hard. I was use to being looked at, but not because I was smooching their King, but because I would play a beautiful tune for them. 

Lottie was by my locker, not looking pleased at all.

“What the hell is going on?” She demanded. 

“What are you talking about?”
She shot me a glare. “Oh, don’t lay it on thick, Willa. The whole bloody school is saying your dating Mr Bad Boy”

I bit my lip, why didn’t I call Lottie? She would want to be the first to know. “Sorry, Lot, I forgot to tell you, and weren’t you there yesterday?”

She gasped, ignoring my observation. “So, it’s true! Oh my fucking —,” She cut herself off by taking exaggerated breaths. When, she had calmed down, she spoke to me again. “Okay, so my Willa, who is totally off boys is dating the schools Bad Boy” 

Lottie stared at me.

I didn’t say anything, only pretended to be frightfully calm. I jumped in surprise when she leaped on me, burying me in a hug and laughing in my ear in what sounded like joy and pride. When, she pulled back, she kept her hands arm on my arms, still grinning from ear to ear.

“That’s my Willa”

Dude, he is blackmailing me, and WHO WERE THERE YESTERDAY WHEN HE DID IT.

THAT IS NOT YOUR WILLA.

This is hilarious, Willa, absolutely hilarious.

“Yeah, that’s me, your Willa” I said dryly, hoping she would catch on.

She didn’t, by the way. I would’ve given her another hint, except I was cut off when a warm arm slithered around my waist, and a hot breath tickled the back of my neck.

Oh crap.

“Hey” He said, and everything inside of me tensed.

Once upon a time I would’ve fainted in glee that Mason Singer was touching me, and written in my childish music books the name of our children, and my name with his last name.

Oh, come on, we all did it.

But, now all I could feel was nervousness that everyone was watching me. Then, the words that Katrina kept telling me repeated in my head; ‘Give ‘em something to watch, then’. A sly grin grew up my face, and I twisted in Mason’s warm arms until we were face to face. He looked slightly surprised, but knew better than to fall for it again after yesterday. He looked awfully hot today, with ruffled hair and his bright blue eyes that shone like lamp lights. 

“Hello” I greeted back.

“What class do have now?” He asked.

I frowned. “Calculus, why?”

“Because, you can skip me with me”

I couldn’t help it, I bursted out laughing, and only stopped when I realised he was not joking. “There is no way in hell I am skipping”