Chapter 14 ~ AGITATO
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Cerulean orbs stared past the bedroom and out the window. May curled herself into a ball on her bed as she tried in vain to shake off the feeling from her earlier performance with Drew. Another shiver went down her spine as she thought about it. She had to admit though; she felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction when the song ended. It reminded her greatly of how she feels every time she plays on the stage doing her best to match up and surpass Masquerain.
She groaned as the thought of the masked violinist came to mind. She hugged her sheets closer as she pondered about the masked musician. His cryptic ways. After a few moments, she sighed and let sleep overcome her.
Speaking of Drew, he was currently mulling over the events that occurred earlier on. He lay on his bed as he shielded his eyes from the darkness. A cool breeze caressed him. He groaned, aggravated. He hated not knowing. He hated the mere thought of him being ignorant with every fiber of his being. It did not help that he was growing more and more confused. His new 'acquaintance' was a paradox that was slowly but surely driving him up the wall. It vexed him to no end, the way she made his heart skip a beat by merely looking into his eyes.
He vehemently tried to convince himself that it was merely because she reminded him of his long term rival.
It had nothing to do with love. I couldn't have anything to do with it. That much he was sure of, Drew Hayden did not, will not, shall not, and MUST NOT fall in love twice.
Yes, Drew Hayden was in love with someone. He could not refute the fact. He was irrevocably and unconditionally in love with the Red Phoenix. He had been for as long as he could remember.
He had conceded to that fact a long time ago when he woke up in the middle of the night and realized it. It was why he always looked forward to the end of their concertos, eager to give her his signature rose. It was the reason his heart thumped rapidly and stopped at the same time.
He groaned once again. Sleep was evading him, he knew that. He sighed as he turned the lights on. He reached for his treasured violin and he opted to practice to put himself at ease.
Meanwhile, at the other side of the wall, April lay on her stomach, on her bed as she flipped through the pages of a novel. Her left hand had held a pen as she was absentmindedly writing on her poetry notebook. The sheets were in disarray around her and she was listening to her ipod.
A frown came across her delicate features as Drew's music cut through the song she was listening to. She put a bookmark in the book, capped the pen, closed the notebook, and then she placed them in a neat pile on her study table.
She turned her ipod off and put it on her bedside table before she turned off the lights and stepped out onto the balcony. She listened to Drew's frustrated playing. She longed to ask him to tell her his troubles bout she stopped herself, convincing herself that it was something he should do by himself. She sighed before slipping under her bed covers and forced herself to sleep.
And just like that, the weekend passed like a blur and the school week began. The day started peacefully at the Hayden residence. Drew entered the dining room to find his sister eating quietly. It came as a surprise to him to find his father sitting at the head of the table, reading a newspaper. What astonished the teen more was the smile his father sent his way.
"Andrew my boy, come, take a seat!" he cheered. Drew cautiously sat beside April and when his father resumed reading, he mouthed a silent 'what's going on?' April replied by shaking her head and shrugging.
"Your mother and I have wonderful news, Mary!" said Daniel, looking at the doorway. Their mother entered with bright eyes. She was beaming.
"Rose dear," started Mary just as April was taking a bite of her breakfast.
"Hmmm?" April asked, chewing her food carefully.
"You're going to be a big sister!" Mary cheered. In an instant, April went into a coughing fit and Drew was patting her back as he handed her a glass of water.
"What?" both chorused in surprise. April felt light headed. Mary Hayden, age 43, pregnant once more? She inwardly frowned at the thought of a menopausal child and the dangers it had
"Yes! I'm six weeks into it! Isn't that wonderful?" Mary asked. Drew was at a loss for words but he forced himself to smile.
"That's great," he said.
"Wonderful news," agreed April, staring at her food. Both seemed to have lost their appetite. They forced their food down as they tried to digest the news. Drew got up to brush his teeth and April did the same albeit still dazed. She almost banged herself onto the wall.
"We'll be going…" she said as they passed the dining room on their way out. Once outside, they deemed it safe to voice their opinions.
"Pregnant? Seriously?" she asked incredulously.
"Never knew the old man had it in him," commented Drew, shaking his head. That had gotten him a well deserved smack upside the head.
"Hey! What was that for?" he asked. She shrugged before skipping ahead. Drew shook his head, silently mourning the loss of his brain cells.
Now, in the Maple residence, May was in a mild frenzy in her walk-in closet. She could not find her tie.
"Where is it where is it where is it?" she asked herself. That particular side of her closet was a mess. And lo, she found it on the ground.
"Aha! There it is!" she said triumphantly. She then looked up to see Drew's jacket which she neglected time and time again to return. She took it off the rack and she folded it carefully before placing it in a paper bag. She brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, tied her bow, and dashed out the door, a smile on her face as she went. But then it occurred to her, what's the rush and why was she smiling.
"You wanna go see Drew don't cha?"
May yelped and she turned to see Max, grinning. Had she said that out loud?
"Don't try to deny it sis, it's written all over your face," taunted Max. May huffed.
"I so do not. I just have a great feeling today," she defended. Max rolled his eyes.
"Sure….let's go with that…" he said, taking his leave. May hit him over his head.
"I do not," she said with finality before heading out.
When she finally arrived at their boisterous classroom, she headed to Drew, beaming as she presented the paper bag to him.
"Here, I keep on forgetting to return it," she said apologetically.
"No worries," said Drew, accepting it and keeping it. Whispers started to spread like wildfire and May started to feel slightly unnerved by it so she sat down quietly. So that was it. Or was it? May snuck a side glance at Drew. He leaned back on his chair in a relaxed manner. His eyes were closed and light shadows were under his eyes. She frowned a little. Was he not getting enough sleep?
Wait, wait, wait, HOLD UP! Why did she care? Sure they were on friendly terms but why on earth would his sleeping pattern of all things concern her? She groaned as she laid her head gently on her desk in contrast to the growing urge to introduce her forehead to it forcefully.
Drew cracked an eye open at his seatmate's groan. What was bothering her? And why did he care? He slapped himself mentally. Drew then decided to focus on regaining the sleep he missed but sadly, life wouldn't let him. I mean, that was how he perceived it seeing as how someone's elbow introduced itself to the back of his head.
He groaned a little as he rubbed it. This was going to be a long day…
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Yes, yes, I know it's practically been ages since I updated but anyway…hope you enjoyed this somewhat rushed chapter. I'll find ways to make amends in the coming chapters but I guarantee you all that surprises are in store. XD
Meaning behind the chapter title:
agitato - agitated
~ This is because both are becoming restless concerning their growing emotions.
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