Secret Kisses

Secret Kisses Part 3

3.

Today was Thursday and I had class. I was excited to begin my private piano lessons with Mr. Sinclare. He smiled at me as I entered his psychology class. I returned the smile and took my seat in the front. He finished classed early. A part of me wanted to stay behind and chat with him but that felt weird so I left with the group. I went back to my dorm and put away my books. I had thirty minutes till class. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I laid there for twenty minutes and decided to go to piano class. I was early and the door was wide open. I could hear someone playing the piano. It sounded so beautiful. I walked in silent and it was dark. There was one light on and it was over the grand piano. Mr. Sinclare was hunched over a piano and playing rapidly. It was a song I didn’t hear before. It was a fast rhythm. Almost like he was playing out of anger. I stood at the doorways listening. He slowed it down and was playing something more like a lullaby. It was a slow tune. As if feeing my gaze he stopped playing and turned around.

“You startled me.” he smiled. And stood up. “sorry.” I said. This was awkward. “you’re early today.” He said. “I’m always early to my classes. Except that one day where I ran into you.” I said. He was still smiling. I walked in and took my seat. “yes I remember. I was late as well.” He mused. I changed the subject. “What were you playing? It sounded intense and then it was clam all of a sudden. “ I said. He was looking at me. “I usually play my mood. I just let my fingers run.” He said. “I wish I could just do that. “ I said. “you will when you finish this course.” “yea I’m excited.”I smiled. Before we could continue our conversation, students began to come. Class started and Mr. Sinclare made us do our scales. We than had a quiz on the notes we were suppose to learn. He graded them while we did our scales. He passed them out and I got them all right. Class ended and I packed up my things. I stood up and tripped over the bench. I sighed. Mr. Sinclare was helping me up. I was mortified. “Very graceful.” He said “are you okay?” he said. “Yea I’ve got two left feet.” I straightened myself. I was blushing. He chuckled. “Sorry I wasn’t there to catch you.” He let go of my arm. Okay this was awkward. “It’s alright. Im used to falling.”I said lamely. “That’s too bad.” He said. “Yea. I guess but I get used to falling that it doesn’t hurt anymore.” I said and it was true. “Hopefully next time I’ll be there to catch you.” He smiled. Definitely awkward. But I was liking it. I smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked. “yes sir.” He chuckled. I had to go, so we said good bye and I went to the dorm to do homework as usual.

Thursday night was uneventful. I did nothing buy lay around being bored. Sometimes it was so damn boring here when you didn’t have friends. I didn’t have a roommate, which made it very lonely. I decided to sleep early.

The next morning, I woke up super early. I went to Starbucks and got mocha. It was raining out so I decided to wear boots and a black trench coat. I felt like a detective with my coat. It was lightly drizzling and the campus was dead quite. All you could hear was my boots hitting the concrete. I guess it was too early for students to be stirring around. I got my coffee and went to get food at Pandas. I got the chow mien panda bowl with honey walnut shrimp. I decided to go to borders and look for books. I parked under the tree and turned off the car. I left the radio on and began to eat. The rain subsided and there were a million tiny water drops on my wind shield and windows.

I watched as people walked by. An old man with a cane, a lady with a dress with a pattern you’d find on your grandmother’s couch, and Young teenagers messing around. I really didn’t have a life. I got out of the car and went into Borders. There weren’t many people here. I walked the isles looking for books. I was so into the books I didn’t look where I was walking. I tripped on my own feet while walking side wards looking at books. I didn’t have time to yelp because I was in someone’s arms. I was a damsel in distress and I didn’t like it one bit. I looked up at who caught me. It was a boy. He had the grayest eyes with a hint of silver along the edges and short black hair that was messy. He was looking me in the eyes. He was still holding me as if he were dipping me in a waltz. I cleared my throat and he helped me balance. What was up with me bumping into guys.