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Nine

BRETT'S POV

It's Monday and what the hell was I thinking yesterday? Did I just hug Y/N? She'll probably think that I'm a complete weirdo! I got up and got ready for the lessons. What's the point of going to the violin lessons anyway, she's not gonna talk to me anymore.

I put on my earphones and listened to Tchaikovsky's violin concerto. What I did yesterday was so embarrassing! I walked to the studio and entered the classroom. I see Y/N, no Zach though. But I did hear that Zach is leaving Brisbane.

She turned to me as I tried to avoid eye contact. I'm gonna pretend nothing happened yesterday, that was embarrassing. We started the lessons today, I tried my hardest not to talk or even look at Y/N.

I was just sitting still at the corner of the room. Y/N was sitting at the back portion of the room where she and Zach took private violin lessons. Hours passed, it's our break.

I stormed out of the room as fast as I could, "Brett, wait!" Oh God, what will I do now? "What do you want?" I turned around, keeping my hands in my pocket. Shit, I have some words to say to her.

She looked at me, not knowing what to say, "Actually, I have few words to say." I told her, grabbing her hand, taking her to the farthest end of the hallway. I inhaled deeply as I look directly on Y/N, "Sorry about yesterday,"

She squinted her eyes, confused, "You may think I'm a weirdo because of the..." I started to do the thing we did yesterday? "You mean the hug—" "Yes Y/N. I don't know why I thought about hugging you, sorry for that." I looked down, fiddling my fingers.

"I have to be honest with you, Brett." She cleared her throat, my anxiety went higher than my grades, "I find it adorable. If you think you're a weirdo for doing that, you're wrong." She explained and grinned.

"It's just a friendly hug after all." She finished and smiled back again, "We're not friends, Y/N." I rolled my eyes, "Silence, Brett." She raised her eyebrows. She always puts a smile on my face.

I have to be honest, I don't feel our friendship. She's always there for me. Is there something wrong?

"Wanna grab some sandwiches by the street?" She asked, I looked outside, "Sure thing." I nodded sarcastically as we went to the convenience store a few blocks away, we bought the sandwiches as we sat down at the chair, eating our sandwiches.

"Hey Y/N, don't be late this Saturday. Even if I like coffee and sandwiches and use them as an excuse. Then, it's not valid. I would still take the food though." I smirked, "Gotta practice more this week. And also Brett," Her eyes locked into mine.

My heart just skipped a beat, "I adore how you play Salut d'Amour so much. It makes me feel in love with... no one. It's probably my favorite piece now." She let out a faint smile, why do I have a feeling that she wants to learn the piece?

"You want to learn it?" I asked her, her eyes lit up, "Are you willing to teach me?" I rolled my eyes and groaned, "Duh, I'm your violin teacher." What's good about Y/N is that she's a very fast learner.

You can really tell that she's passionate about playing the violin. "C'mon, the lessons will start in a few minutes." We went out of the convenience store.

I noticed droplets from above, I looked up in the sky as the droplet went on my glasses. Damnit, it's raining.

The studio is like 5 minutes away. As we ran, I took off my jacket, wrapping it around her, trying to protect her from the rain. "B-Brett, what are you doing?" She stuttered, looking at me, "You're gonna get sick!" She yelled, making sure I heard from the noise of the rain.

"It's okay!" I answered, then I felt her arms slither on my back, pulling me closer to her. "You're gonna get sick, crackhead." She rolled her eyes, sharing with me the jacket.

We finally arrive at the studio, gasping for air. "Look at you Brett, you're all wet from the rain." She told me, looking concerned, "Hey calm down! I'm fine." Her face turned into a frown, "Okay, if you're fine, then I'm fine as well." Y/N's eyes looked worried.

"Thank you again, Brett. I'll owe you bubble tea sometime." She smiled at me again and entered the classroom. As usual, I went to the practice room to master a few pieces that I adore. Then here comes Salut d'Amour.

"I adore how you play Salut d'Amour so much. It makes me feel in love with... no one. It's probably my favorite piece now."

As I started to play the piece, everything went pink. Here it is again, Love. I can't be in love with Edward Elgar himself. That's too weird. I don't even know what to think, my thoughts and questions were too many to answer.

Is she in love with me? Or am I in love with her? Let's not assume, damn you, Brett! I've been playing this for years but why am I feeling this till now?

I stopped playing and breathed heavily. I put down my violin, staring at nothing as the time passed by. Then, a knock on the door interrupted me. I opened the door and saw Y/N. "What now?" I asked plainly, "Professor dismissed us."

"Is it too early to dismiss us?" I furrowed my eyebrows, waiting for Y/N to answer, "Yeah, he has an urgent thing to do." What a bad violin teacher. "Let's go home? The rain has already stopped." She offered, "Uh, okay." I replied and returned my violin inside the case.

We left the building and started walking, awkwardness filled the air. "Thanks again for today, Brett. And also sorry for making your jacket all wet." She spoke as I chuckled. "No problem. It's fine though." I responded. "My mom's picking me up later but I can walk you home." I widened my eyes.

"Don't." I answered, "I can walk home by myself, I have feet, Y/N." I joked, hitting me on my arm playfully, "This is why I love-hate you." She crossed her arms, "Is that even a word?" I looked at her jokingly.

"Stop messing around, Brett!" She scolded, breaking into laughter, "Oh no, my mom's waiting across the street. Bye Brett, see you tomorrow!" She waved goodbye as I did too. I walked alone and saw my mom, she's gonna make fun of me again.

"Where's your jacket?" She asked me, what do you mean where's my jacket? Fuck. I forgot, it's with Y/N.

"Don't ask." I walked directly inside and went to the shower. I'm still thinking about why I'm in love with Elgar. Why am I in love with a dead composer? I turned off the shower and changed into my pajamas.

Why do I feel so cold? Why is my nose runny? I sneezed and sniffed. I got a cold. I hope Y/N's okay though. Damn rain. I sneezed again and sniffed, I grabbed the tissue box from my windowsill, placing it on the bedside table.

I do hope she's fine, I hope she hasn't gotten a cold. I can't even focus. I think sleep will heal my cold.

Or maybe seeing Y/N smile will.

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