The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Twenty Eight - Miss Mara want's to Shop//

//Twenty Eight — Miss Mara want’s to Shop//

Mason N Singer

When, I started my free period, Mara had come up to me. I was slightly surprised, she never talked to me much through school, only at home and that was either to tell me she loved me or complain about me.

“What do you want?” I asked, slamming my locker shut.

She didn’t flinch. Only smiled. “You can’t expect her to play the part if you have other girl’s auditioning for the part”

“Excuse me?”
“Please, Mase, I know. Your blackmailing, and crap. How long have you had this planned out? Is that why you wanted us to act like we had forgotten her?”

I scowled at her. “Mara” I warned. “You can’t go back on the promise”
“Oh, show some faith. I am more interested however, on the feelings you have for her” She leaned on the locker beside me, a smiling playing up her lips. “I am curious how much she likes you. Don’t want my baby brother getting hurt, do I?”

“Mara” I warned again. “I am not in love with Willa, and god knows she will never love me”
“I beg to differ. I am your twin, Mason. You are in love with her, and have been ever since you saw her trip over when we were twelve, and call the floor a dirty being” Mara decided in her know-it-all voice. “Mel knows it too, and I am pretty sure the mailman knows as well”

I scowled at her. “Boys like me don’t fall in love, Mara” 

“Mara don’t think so” Oh no, when she starts talking in third person, you know she isn’t going to give up. “I’m taking her shopping after school. You can book the beach house”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, if your so dead set that you don’t love her. Than, you have two days and one night to prove just that. Oh, and you so have to ask her to Winter formal” And then, she turned and skipped off.

I gritted my teeth. God, how could anyone be so infuriating, yet so much like me? I contemplated her offer in my head. Should I ask? Well, I have nothing to loose. Yet, Willa does seem dead set on the fact that our relationship should stay fake.

I need to tell Mara that it is fake, and to do that I have to get Willa to this bloody beach house for the weekend.

Oh god, this’ll go well.

“Ah, so the Singer’s had a heart to heart. What it about? Dinner?” Asked a familiar voice.

I looked up and my eye’s landed on Georgina. She was looking hot today, with bright red lipstick and high leather boots. Yet, that round of energy I got when I saw her was now gone, and replaced with only exhaustion.
“Georgina?” I asked, slightly irritated.

“Don’t get irritated with me, big boy. I just came by to tell you to tell your sister that I am sorry about James” There was something light and sparkly to her tone.

“James? What happened with James?”

“You didn’t know? I thought she would’ve told you first. Apparently, he cheated on her with some skank. She seems to be handling it very well”

I stared at Georgina. “Mara would tell me about something like that”
“Or maybe she doesn’t know” She flashed me a wicked grin that made many boy’s knee’s turn jelly, before turning and swishing away.
“Hey man! You okay? You look as if you have seen a ghost” Justin said coming up to me.

I looked over to him. “I’m not damn god okay”

Willa Van der Mariel