Hello, August.

Ch. 2

The beat of a basketball pulled me out of my haze. I realized I had been sitting there for the rest of the school day and it was now time to leave.

Not for me, though.

I gathered the utmost amount of courage that I could and walked out into the hall to see non other than the schools bad ass August Hastings.

Weird name, I know right.

"Hey! Can you keep it down? I'm trying to practice." I said to the back of August. Of course I wasn't practicing, but maybe they would just forget it and leave.

He turned around and pulled one of his 'panty dropping' smirks on as he dribbled the ball.

I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my eyebrows. I didn't need this kids shit, I have enough of it as it is.

He took this as a challenge I guess, because he started making his was to where I stood.

I immediately dropped my gaze. To be honest, I wasn't afraid of him..

I was afraid of me.

As he got closer, I backed away on instinct which only made his smirk widen.

"We're practicing." He stopped and picked up the ball with ease.

Yeah. You're practicing. In a hall way.

"I'm pretty sure basketball practice is held in the gym." I snapped at him. He simply threw a dazzling smile at me.

"Okay, we'll leave." He turned to look at his friends who snickered from behind.

I sighed in relief.

"On one condition."

Well damn.

"You get this ball from me."

Well I'm screwed.

He is the captain of the basketball team. How the hell am I supposed to do that!? I just stared him down with a cool glare. He didn't seem bothered.

He bent down and started dribbling slowly. Before I knew it, my hand stretched out in attempt to get the ball. With ease he transferred the ball to his other hand without breaking eye contact.

Bastard.

This went on for about 40 seconds before I gave up and decided to just leave.

I threw him an iced glare as I turned around and walked into the music room. I heard the sound of laughter and then squeaks of rubber hitting the floor as the laughter dulled.

I sighed and made my way to the piano. Daring my luck I walked over to it and sucked in a deep breath as my fingers hit the smooth shinny surface. How many years had it been? Since I last touched one? I let my eyes flutter shut as I remembered the sounds coursing throughout the house. The raw emotion. The memories were suffocating.

I slid my fingers to the white and black waxed keys. On impulse I pressed down on the key. I jumped back in surprise at the sound the wafted around the room. A wave of nausea set in and mad my stomach contract.

I looked down the keys and pushed myself to press another.

This time I was over come with sadness. I was very tempted to play, but this was her instrument. Not mine.