The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Fifteen - Why Violinist Like Classical Music//

//Fifteen — Why Violinist Like Classical Music//

Willa Van der Mariel

The week passed, and boy, was it one. 

On Wednesday, Mason asked for me to come sit with him again, and I did. He walked me to every class, and ignored the jealous stares of the bystanders. He truly did act like a very good boyfriend, which caused me to wonder why exactly he wanted a girlfriend, when I asked he brushed me off, saying he wasn’t going to tell.

On Thursday, the day was pretty much the same, except for the fact that Persephone decided she liked to sleep in my school bag, so I had to drop her off through the day — Mike thought it was hilarious.

And when Friday came around, I was almost crapping myself in worry. Mason had said he would pick me up at seven, leaving me with the whole afternoon to kill. Which I mostly used to practice violin, and get ready. Over the phone, Maddi had chosen a outfit out for me, and judged me through pictures. At the end of the hour, I was wearing a crop top that stopped half walk on my stomach, with a skirt that started where the top ended. Then my legs were covered with lace flower stockings. I had also curled my dark hair, allowing it too fall down my back. Maddi had said she wanted me to show off my long, thin stomach, but I had refused and she had finally given up. 

I slipped on a large jumper, that covered my exposed skin that would make my fathers pass out. Lottie had said she was sleeping at mine, while I had said I was sleeping at hers.
I heard a car beep outside, and almost died in relief.

Oh, look at you, being all sneaky.

“BYE DAD AND PA!” I shrieked, fully knowing that Dave was working and Mike had gone to bed early due to the fact that he was on call, and needed to rest. 

I slipped through the door, and was surprised when the air was quietly warm on my skin. A car had parked out the front of my house, and I could see Justin’s familiar almond coloured hair in the drivers seat. I jogged quickly down the path to the car, and was surprised when the door open, revealing a very pretty looking Lottie and good-looking Mason sitting in the back. They had left the middle free, obviously for me.

Obviously.

“Hello” I said, and plopped myself in between them.

Lottie had chosen to wear a bright blue skirt, that fluttered down to her ankles. She was also wearing a black tube top, that showed off her thin, small belly. She hadn’t worn heels, and I don’t blame her, they were uncomfortable as crap. Instead, she was wearing ballet shoes, with ribbons wrapping up her legs. Her electric blue hair was up in a messy pony tail, and her make up looked professionally done.
“Hey!” She greeted. 

I slipped on my seat belt, and nodded to Mason. “Hello”

Everyone in this car knew we weren’t really in a relationship, so there was no need to pretend, which made me feel relieved.

Mhm.

“Hey Snow and Wild” I greeted Chase and Justin.

They greeted me back, and before I knew it, we were driving away from the safety of my house. Nerves had erupted in my stomach, and I don’t understand why people say butterflies, mine felt like freaking hawks. 

“Nice jacket” Breathed a warm breath on my neck, causing all the hairs to pick up.

I jumped, and looked around to where Mason was sitting. He was looking awfully hot. His blonde hair was scuffed up, and his blue eyes were shining. He was wearing ripped jeans, and a slightly tight black shirt that showed off his muscles.
“Thanks”