Free Minds Chained Hearts | ✔

Part 1 | Chapter 11

You know I'm actually willing to give people a chance but the way she acts to make it seem like she doesn't care at all. She probably doesn't.

I mean if strutting into this place with a crop top that practically shows her whole anatomy and a pair of shorts that barely covers a thing doesn't show her carelessness; then I don't know what does.

"You guys know each other?" Jackson asked pointing a finger towards us and my eyes mistakenly found Matteo's. By instinct, I looked down to my feet like a kid being scolded and I mentally slam myself.

Perhaps if I wasn't too intimidated by his presence then I can actually have a proper introduction? It's just that ever since he told me all those things yesterday, I find him much of danger not just to myself but to society.

With his knowing smirk and green-deep set eyes that looked like that of a scheming demon, he sure is a recipe for disaster. Oh and let's not forget the myriad of tattoos and piercings.

"We only met once...it was quite the impression, " Jocelyn chuckled and that's when I knew I had enough.

Not wanting to have a confrontation, I made my way to the stage where the whole band is setting up and I decide to join them. Maybe Matteo and his girlfriend wouldn't bother me here.

The eyes of my bandmates moved from the trio to me like observant hawks, waiting for the drama to unfold. I cleared my throat to catch their attention and to my relief, they followed and only retired to their chairs in a series if gossiping mutters.

"Actually, " I hear Jackson say as I settled my bag down, "I think I should tell you, remember the gig we have tomorrow night?" He asked, walking towards me with the other two following behind and I feel my heart race in frustration.

"Yeah," I answered plainly.

"These two are actually paying, along with Andrew; the frat guy." He explained and my eyes widened.

Ok, so will I hear about aliens landing on earth anytime soon? What is this? The series of unfortunate events?

I shift my gaze towards the two very amused couple at the back and this time I took a good glance towards Matteo.

He wore a green bomber jacket with a white shirt underneath, a pair of blue jeans, and a hand stuffed into his pockets. He stood comfortably with himself standing tall and running his fingers through his light hair as a smirk appeared on his lips. He knows exactly what he is doing though, I do wonder if he knew I was in the band before they booked us. God, this guy is seriously gonna be the death of me- and not in a Romeo and Juliet way!

"Seriously?" I said, hiding it in a laugh, and Jackson curls his crusted lips.

"Yeah, all night at their party." He said. "It's good money."

"Jack, are you sure your band can actually do something?" Matteo interjected and my jaw drops; feeling rather offended.

"Come on, Matteo. These guys are the best on the campus. I told you a week ago when you booked." Jackson defended sounding almost pitiful and Jocelyn flips her hair like a barbie doll.

"Well, they sure do have some very innocent people, " she said, eyeing me and I had to immediately fight the urge to come down and preach justice for myself. Though I know better than this unclassy brat.

"Look, trust me, both of you, my band; especially Evie can do justice. She's the best part of this."

"Of course she is. A perfectly good girl is always the best part." Matteo's Italian accent was more prominent in his words and I shiver. His words are always a nuclear bomb. Hurt is his mission and he is accomplishing it so far.

I opened my mouth to try and say something to defend myself but decided against it when I saw him and Jocelyn eyeing each other like two scheming monsters. Instead, I stood my ground; despite the ever-growing lump in my throat, and crossed my arms. The last bit of confidence in me has been sucked up and it's all because of one person.

"So are we still a go?" Jackson asked, clearly not reading the room.

"Yeah, long as they do their jobs, " Matteo responded and that's when I turned around to look away and distract myself with the guitar laying before me.

I hear them exchange confirmations and their goodbyes and a small part of me felt relieved that they will be gone. I don't think I can stand their judgments any longer.

Hoping that they had gone, I turned around and was stunned to find Matteo stood just a foot before me. I stumbled a little like I usually do and looked around to try and find a way out but Jackson was busy talking with Jocelyn and the band couldn't care less. I was stuck under his gaze.

There's a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite read as his whole face was blank but his eyes told something else. He clenched his jaw, looked around as my breathing stopped.

When he looked at me again, a smirk took over his lips before taking out something from his pockets.

To my surprise, he leans into my ear, hovering as his breath kissed my cheek and I feel something get placed inside my left jean pocket.

"Looks like you and I are attached." He whispered and I felt every letter as he spoke. His breath seeming like a curse. I feel all the blood in my body filter out. I felt cold like a ghost had just been around me and I felt weak. I was scared.

He pulls away with a smirk before turning around in large strides and towards Jocelyn whom he wrapped his arm around as they walked away.

I gulped at the strange interaction we had as I tried to find my senses again.

Now, all I could do is try not to cry. I know I could've done something but I was just too scared. He made me that way. Knowing that I shouldn't be scared but still is, is probably a stupid thing but I can't help it.

I can't believe how much of a jerk he is! I'm trying my best to see the good in him but all I can see is hatred. What have I ever done to him? We met once and yes it wasn't very pleasant but he could've at least been a little nicer. He treats me like a rival from his childhood and I've been nothing but forgiving to him. Is this what people are like now?

Remembering that he did place something in my pocket, I fumbled to fish it out, sniffling as I try to prevent tears.

And there, I read a note, handwritten that leaves me confused more than when this whole fiasco began:

Man is born free, but is everywhere in chains" - Jean-Jacques Rousseau