"Okay so…lets start at the first measure." He said, running his hands through his auburn hair.

I gave him an approving hum and watched his fingers flex over the keys. He moved them with deliberate slowness that made me cringe. I could already feel the boredom seeping into my own fingers as I listened to him repeat the same thing over twice.

He must have noticed my boredom because he suddenly stopped. I looked up at him to find him with an equally tired expression on his face.

"Repeat what I just did."

His voice was flat and he shifted his eyes towards the clock. I could almost hear him counting down the hours in his head and I wondered if he could hear me doing the same thing.

I tried to fumble over the measure, skipping two notes at a time and smiling nervously. It was all very exhausting work but he seemed to buy it.

At one particular moment, his hand toppled over mine in an attempt to lead me to the right key that I had skillfully avoided and I was surprised to feel the warm sensation that rushed through my body. I sat up straighter and pretended to understand a little bit more.

After awhile, I found myself no longer paying attention to his words but rather at the way his voice sounded. It was kind of attractive. He had a slight lisp that was undetectable unless he laughed when he said something. Which wasn't often. In fact anything he said to me was in a rude, I'm better than you sort of way. And almost disgustingly, I liked it. I knew he wasn't playing hard to get and I knew that he didn't want to be here but I liked the attitude. It matched mine almost perfectly.

And then there were plenty of times I caught myself just staring at his features. I'd never seen such perfection before and was surprised to find the complexity behind it.

"Bella?" I heard him ask, interrupting my swaying thoughts. He looked at me pointedly, his hands resting on his thighs, obviously waiting for me to play whatever he had just instructed.

"Yeah…sorry…" I replied .My eyes drifted to the fourth measure, where I thought for sure we were, and played. I skipped the middle note and last note for show and yawned. I let my hand rest on the next set of keys and waited for him to show me more of what I already knew.

I looked up to find him staring at me. Or rather frowning as his expression exited the lifeless state it had been occupying for the last hour. I saw the edges of his mouth rise into a crooked smile and it was then that I realized my mistake. I wasn't supposed to be able to read music and yet I had just played, my eyes never leaving the sheet of paper. Shit.

"Very good." He smirked.

I nodded and waited for the asshole to continue.

Pretending to not be able to play the piano was exhausting work.

A couple minutes later he excused himself to go to the bathroom. I let out a breath of air. My hands idly grazed through the first five measures of the song I had mesmerized as I looked at the clock. I stopped after a couple minutes and waited for him to return.

"So how does the next measure go?" I asked, tapping a couple of keys in random patterns.

"Why don't you show me." He said which immediately caused me to look at him. He was giving me that same smirk, his elbows resting on the top of the piano.

"What?" I said, giving him an innocent smile. How the hell was I supposed to show him? Of course I could, but he wasn't supposed to know that.

He continued to look at me, his lips meeting at a sexy line for another thirty seconds. I returned the stare down, while my fingers tapped relentlessly at my thighs. Finally he rolled his eyes and let go of his hold on mine.

"Okay Bella," he said with what sounded like a tone of sarcasm and annoyance. He lazily played the next two measures.

I repeated them, slowly and tediously.

He raised his brow at me and suddenly I was pulling my hands out of the way as he slammed the piano shut.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as he hastily threw the music into his bag.

"Leaving before you waste any more of my time." He said flatly.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"What are you talking about? I'm not that bad."

"No your not." He said, as he walked to the door, "You're not bad in any sense of the word and if I'm not mistaken, I'm pretty sure you can read music too."

My eyes snapped to his, and he raised an eyebrow at me, challenging me to say otherwise. When I didn't say anything, he smiled.

"That's what I thought."

"Just shut up." I said, redirecting my attention to my nails. I looked down at my fingers which were a bit too toned to be the owner of someone who couldn't play an instrument…but I'm sure he'd noticed that too.

He walked over and replaced the music on the stand.

"Play." He said, a bit louder than I expected.

When I didn't he muttered something under his breath and grabbed the sheets.

I rolled my eyes and let my fingers do their magic. I flew to the end of the song within minutes.

With my back still faced towards him, I let out a sigh.

"So are you going to tell on me?" I asked.

"Depends. You must have really have wanted to spend the day with me if you went out of your way to pretend to not know how to play the piano."

I turned to stare at him in disbelief.

"Oh, yes I wanted nothing more than for you speak to me condescendingly all day. Let me tell you." I scoffed, my anger flaring. This whole situation was pissing me off and I was handling it with an arrogant tool.

"Then why are you pretending?" he asked, his arms folded across his chess, his back leaned against the door.

"Just leave. You've figured me out. Your job is done. You're off the hook."

I turned to grab my bag and walked over to where he stood.

"How long have you been able to play?" he asked. I heard his feet shuffle and I closed my eyes waiting for him to move.

When he didn't, I brushed passed him and headed towards my car.

I found it almost hilarious that the one thing in my life that others would die for, haunted me wherever I went.

Bella has been donned a prodigy ever since she was three. A title that she detests. Edward's a jaded musician who is tired with life. He wants what she hates. And she hates what he wants. And somehow love is able to meet in the middle.