Chapter 28 | A Date With Your Enemy's Boyfriend

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"I wish I could play an instrument too," Hazel butted in, stopping the silence from growing. "When Elena and I were younger and took piano lessons, I quit at an early stage. It wasn't that I didn't like to play, I just couldn't understand notes. No matter how many hours I read and studied them, I just couldn't get a grip on those damn symbols."

And then something unique happened - a progress even. Emil pointed at me before his finger landed on Hazel.

I was more than thrilled about this small gesture, because it meant that he was preventing the conversation from dying. It meant that we were getting somewhere, that I wasn't stuck on a one-way road.

He wanted to contribute to the conversation, which started the evolution to a stronger friendship. To trusting people even.

However, the only problem was that I had to decipher the code. His actions were talking and it was my job to understand the silent words.

But this time, Hazel came to the interpretation before I could. "Oh, no, Elena couldn't teach me about notes either - she barely understood them herself."

He made a small 'O' shape with his mouth, replying with a single nod to the curly-haired girl's answer.

"But I know now-"

"Well, it would be a shame and an embarrassment if you didn't know notes after six years of piano lessons," Hazel cut me off, looking at me with an irked expression.

"Yeah, you're right," I started and pushed the shopping bags up to my elbows. "You could say it would bring dishonor on me, dishonor on my cow-"

"Please, ignore her," she stopped me from continuing, sighing as she had to explain the reason behind my today's behavior. "We had film marathon last night, and. . ." Hazel gave me a long look, "She chose Mulan."

"And I don't regret it."

This actually cracked the boy. The exchange between Hazel and I made Emil chuckle. Although it was brief and contained more air than a voice, it was still a laughter.

Emil held up his finger again, and I could interpret his motion right away, understand his voiceless words.

"Oh, we watched it more than once - at least three times," I answered, which made the boy's eyebrows raise. "It's a great movie, I mean-"

"Oh, no," Hazel muttered.

"You're the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man
Out of-"

"Hey, guys!" The familiar voice cut me off in the middle of my song, which made me turn my head to the source along with the others.

"You?" I finished with a bewilderment tone hanging after my word, the melody shadowed by the turmoil.

Adam gave me a perplexed look, his eyebrows knitted in a mess of confusion. "What?"

I have no regrets.

The curly-haired girl shook her head, sighing and rubbing her forehead tiredly. I'm surprised she hasn't left me already, I mean, look how quickly I twisted this encounter in an odd angle.

"Nothing," I quickly replied, putting on a smile to hide the fact that I had been singing a Mulan song. "So, Adam, what are you doing here? I didn't know you liked-" My eyes traveled to the Victoria's Secret shopping bag he was carrying. "-Women's clothing. Did you find something you liked?"

He laughed and scratched his neck afterward. "No - I mean, yes, but it's not for me. It's for Annie."

Her name sounded foreign. It has been a while since I last heard it - since I last heard anything about her actually. She has literally disappeared into thin air - heck, even the school seems to have forgotten about her.

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