The Bad Boy's Sweetheart

Chapter 3 HER

The soothing finger brushes my hand had played on the piano was like an electric stroke to my heart

as the emotions came to life and whirled around me. I was here in my second home, Michigan school.

They had the music room open from the morning till the evening and it was all for me, the black grand

piano was there for me and for my mother, who died promising me that she could watch me play. She

was a no-show and dad had to tell me that she died when I was seven years old, playing on the same

piano.

"You're still here." Alexa Jones whined at me. I flushed red as she pestered me about having the social

life everyone was in. Aside from my insecurity that differentiated me from the gorgeous brunette that

was my best friend, she was there for me when my mom was gone, we were kindergarten best friends

and remained to be, even in our senior year. She had a bright big dimple on her left tanned cheek and

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"Shoot, I'm late." I groaned when I stopped playing and checked my watch. I had the first class at eight

and it was five minutes ago.

"You're always playing that thing and missing your classes.” She rolled her eyes as I bit my lip in

protest. She didn't know the feeling as well as I did. I tried teaching her but that failed tremendously

because she would often forget the keynotes I taught her and focused more on her nail polish color.

What she said was true, though. I wasn't paying attention to class because of the piano classics I

played were always in my head. Soft and delicate against my fingertips. I was training for Julliard, I

really hoped I had a chance to land on the finalists.

"Let's get to class." She had her arm around my shoulder as we both walked with our books in hand. I

was in the music room a lot, in mornings and even after school. I was a music addict and each melody

was my lifeline.

"Class, I want you to meet our new student,” the principal announced before lunch break in distaste,

"Ryson Adams." The class gasped at the guy that entered while I was putting in the music notes for my

new piano player. It was probably some jock wanting to show new attention to the female dogs.

I was elated to start my new music sheets for the annual winter ball in our school, I was going to take

lead pianist. I couldn't wait, the time had already passed and I had lunch break then two classes only.

My blonde locks were neatly tied at the back of my head but I usually let it loose when I sit in front of

my piano in the music room, I thought it added to the appeal aside from my collection of music sheets

that I wrote.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He snapped at the guy when I lifted my eyes to the source of

trouble. He had tattoos of the devils along his arms and had a nose piercing, what caught my attention

were his amber colored eyes with green around his pupil when he glared intimidatingly at the other guy

that attempted to trip him to make him the new target of their immature pranks.

"Chill man, it was a little prank." Said the quarterback, Jonas Devens, also known as the king of pranks

and new people torturer.

A punch to the jaw had Jonas landing on the floor and away from his seat. My eyes widened as the

principal held the guy, Ryson, back.

"Behave yourselves.” The principal shouted as they both stilled and Ryson sat on the back row with his

arms crossed tightly against his chest.

"Did you see how the new guy punched the prank king? It was hot." Alexa fanned herself with her eyes

gleaming excitingly. I huffed at her antics, she could have any guy she wanted, my piano was calling

my name. Yes, I was that addicted to the practice. The bell had already rung to signal the half an hour

lunch break. I wasn't hungry because my focus was solely on the annual winter ball practice I needed.

"I will see you after the lunch break." Alexa waved at me as I practically ran to the music room with my

books in hand.

The music room was serene and utterly mesmerizing, it had a lot of space where music books and

other instruments were placed. We had formed an orchestra along with the kids instrumental

competition to get them motivated. I was the leader along with Mrs. Davidson who quite liked my

passion for the instrument.

I untied my hair when it was time to start playing, I also carefully settled my books beside my chair on

the floor with my floral dress and brown jacket along with my black converse. My eyes softened as I

played the notes that I created on my piano, my long slender fingers began to form the sound of C

major with my other fingers on my other hand pressing the Db major chords, the beautiful sound wafted

around the room as I closed my eyes and practiced.

"Why are you always here?" The husky voice stopped my fingers as I opened my emerald eyes. My

back was in front of him and yet, I was afraid to face that lost unplanned soul that was standing behind

me. Mom always told me to stay away from these types for they had the chance to ruin my plans.

"Who are you?" I asked with a trembled voice and shaky fingers, I wasn't the best in socializing with

strangers.

"The new guy, Ryson Adams. I saw you this morning playing the piano.”