My Favourite Mistake. Chelsea Cameron M.

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      He looked surprised for a second, and then he started to play. I couldn’t help but groove to the familiar tune. Against my will, my head bopped and my feet twitched. He didn’t sing, but he played the song and that was enough. He was very talented. When the song ended, he continued to strum a transitional tune.

      “Next?”

      “‘On My Own.’” There was no way he’d know that one. I’d had a brief obsession with musicals in high school and had a minor part in the community theater production of Les Misérables. I’d wanted more than anything to play Eponine, but there were too many other girls who tried out and had been in theater since they were born, so I didn’t get the part. I’d been mildly crushed for at least a month.

      “You think you’re going to stump me, but I assure you, I can play pretty much anything,” he said before he launched into a guitar version of the song.

      Honestly, I’d thought even if he knew it, he wouldn’t be able to play it on a guitar. I had been proved wrong again. I was still holding my e-reader, but the book wasn’t captivating me as much as Hunter.

      He got lost in the music, throwing his whole body into the song. It was like he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing; he was just getting lost in the music. It was beautiful to watch. Hunter played with everything he had and he was good. No, he wasn’t good. He was amazing. Hypnotic. Could this be the same boy who’d said I was fuckable last night?

      He abruptly ended the song, placing his hand on the strings so they’d stop vibrating.

      “Free request time over. If you want to pay, I’ll continue.”

      I could only imagine what he’d take in payment, so I just picked up my book again. After a few minutes, he started again, just picking out random notes and tunes. He’d play a few lines of a song, enough for me to recognize it, and then it would melt into something else.

      “Can I ask you something?” I said a half hour later.

      “You can ask whatever you want, doesn’t mean I’m going to answer.” He quickly plucked one string.

      “Why are you a business major? I’d rather eat glass than admit it, but you have talent.”

      “This?” he said, pointing to the guitar. I nodded. “So I can be a starving artist? There are ten thousand guys with guitars who can play.”

      “But if you love doing it, then why wouldn’t you?”

      “I am doing it. Right now.”

      I just wanted a real answer from him. If I was going to be stuck with him for the rest of the week, we might as well get to know each other. He may have been a jerk, but he was an intriguing one. I wanted to know how he’d become the guy he was. You know, before I tossed him out on his ass.

      “You know what I mean.” He shrugged and went back to strumming. “Oh, so you shut down when you don’t want to talk. I see how it is,” I said.

      “You don’t want to know about me, Taylor. You really don’t. Trust me when I say those things are not worth knowing.”

      “I could be the judge of that, I think.”

      He gave me a smile, but it was twisted.

      “That’s what they all say. Everyone says they want to know you, but they don’t. They want to know the nice things, the pretty things. No one wants to know the ugly parts, the parts that keep you up at night. They say they’re okay with it, but then they drift away and you never see them again. I’ve seen it happen way too many times. Girls don’t want to know that shit.”

      “Maybe this one does.”

      His smile appeared again. “That’s what they all say,” he repeated.

      I decided to give up and went back to my book. He went back to strumming, and we stayed like that until Darah got back at ten-thirty. She seemed shocked to find us in our current positions, but she recovered quickly.

      Renee got back a little while later when the library closed, her eyes glazed over from all the medical terminology she’d tried to cram into her brain in just a few hours. I was exhausted from the previous night, so I wanted to turn in early. I made sure to take my damn pill so I wouldn’t wake everyone up with my night terrors. I was already in bed and had my eyes closed when Hunter came in after his shower.

      The smell of his clean skin overwhelmed the room, and I tried to pinpoint what it was. It was something similar to wood or cinnamon. Something warm.

      I heard him get into bed and slip his boxers off.

      “I don’t know if you’re awake or not, but good night, Taylor.”

      I decided to pretend I was asleep. He waited for a response, but when I didn’t give one he rolled over and sighed.

      “Damn you,” I heard him say under his breath.

      Right back atcha.

      Seven

      I was the first to wake up the next morning. Somehow our blackout curtain had gotten pushed aside, and a crack of sunlight was poking under my eyelids. I opened them and moaned. Stupid sun. I rolled over and checked the clock. It wasn’t even seven yet. Why had I woken up? Then I heard a voice.

      Hunter was talking in his sleep, just like he’d said he would.

      “No, I don’t think so,” he said. It was hard to make out what he was saying because his back was to me and he was mumbling. Figuring I probably wasn’t going to get back to sleep, I turned so I could see him.

      “Don’t. Stop it. Put it down.” His voice was calm, but his words were not. He seemed to be having a nightmare. Guess I wasn’t the only one.

      “Please don’t.” His voice had a hint of tears in it. I wondered if I should wake him up. He tossed in his sleep, throwing his covers about. I didn’t have time to shut my eyes, but luckily his blanket covered strategic places. It was also still pretty dark. Even still, it showed enough. His back was to me, and I saw yet another tattoo in the middle of his back.

      “Stop!” he said louder.

      I got out of bed and stumbled over. Maybe I could poke him and get back into bed quick enough so he wouldn’t notice. I shoved his shoulder, but he moved so fast that I stumbled and nearly fell on top of him. A hand lashed out at me, and I had to duck to avoid it.

      “Hunter! Wake up!” It was déjà vu. I hoped this wouldn’t become a pattern.

      A strong, warm hand grabbed my shoulder, and his eyes flew open. He gasped, as if he didn’t know where he was. His grip relaxed.

      “Hey, it’s okay. You just seemed upset.”

      He glanced at his hand on my shoulder as if it didn’t belong to him. He let go and pushed away from me.

      “Go back to bed,” he said.

      “Are you okay?”

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