The Bad Boy's Sweetheart novel Chapter 5

"Don't you ever get tired?" Mrs. Davidson inquired softly at the empty room that had been a lovely company with my piano play collection for the winter ball.

"No, I'm fine.” I smiled when she walked in front of my piano and smiled back. She was the one who kept encouraging me to keep playing even after my mom died, it was my therapy.

I was destined to keep playing as the passionate hunger kept increasing within me when I grew up.

It was an escape from the amber-eyed guy I had seen. I had been thinking a lot about him, he gave off the scary face and the haunting past vibes but it only made my curious side appear even more. Every time I stopped now, I would start thinking about him so I instantly focused more on the piano keys, the guy faded into the back of my mind.

"I'm going to lock up now." She announced regretfully for stopping me, I let it go as I nodded and closed the piano lid.

“I'm sorry I made you wait." I apologized as she patted my shoulder.

"It's okay, I had a meeting.” She explained and I stood up with my bag that Alexa packed for me after school. I usually play after school for two hours, this time I went for three hours as the gloomy weather started to get clouded indicating a storm was approaching.

We both bidded each other goodbye and I took a stroll to my home that was nearby. I saw a silhouette of a guy in front of me but I didn't pay much attention as I saw the music notes I had in my hands.

I bumped into someone's back as the music sheets flew from my hand to the ground. I quickly bent down and took them before the wind made it the victim of the Michigan storms.

“Are you fucking blind or some shit?" He yelled and the familiarity of the amber eyes I had forced myself to forget came back again, he was tall and strong with sharp structure and curls that were swaying from the slight wind.

He had turned to face me as I self consciously put the baby hairs behind my ears when I finished packing the music notes and stood up to face him.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. There were only the two of us as his eyes began speculating me like I was an insect he couldn't wait to get rid of.

"Are you following me? Are you a part of the cops’ plan to put an eye on me?" He asked in a rushed tone with furrowed eyebrows. I fidgeted in nervousness since I not sociable towards anyone and my only attention was the piano.

"No,’ I replied, my voice wavered as he stood intimidatingly with his hands in the sides of his jacket pockets.