Chapter 2: Blank spot in memories

Today the moon shines brighter on the blank spot in my memories

-BTS

A/N : 12/06/20

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" Keep looking at me like that and I'll kiss you till you drop dead.... !",  those ballistic words  blurted out by that jerk still haunts me. Next time he confronts me I'm going to set his fucking *** on fire !

" Why is your face is as red as a tomato?", Tiger questioned while taking notes that are being given by Mr. Caswell. " Nothing... ", I  murmered thickly at which Tiger squinted his eyes. .

" You are acting like a teenager girl kissed by her crush.", Tiger chuckled coolly while giving me mischievous glances. If it had not been Mr. Caswell's class I would have beaten up this Chowhound." Silence... so you have been kissed by someone , is it Wolfie ?", and that was when I lost my calm.

" One more word and I'll shove my foot in your mouth!", I hollered while standing up straight . I was outraged beyond my wits. No one had ever dared to confront me like Wolfie did and I surely had busted a vein upon hearing his name.

Tiger held up his hands in surrender and slyly pointed his index finger to another direction. As soon as I looked up I understood why he was sweating like a donkey. There stood Mr. Caswell  giving me and Tiger murderous glares which conveyed the defeat of King Elk and General Tiger's empire. We are doomed and this happens again because of one and only...

Wolfie.....!

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" Krrrk.... krrrrkkk....!"

" Will you stop eating those snacks , you both have a big *** homework here that needs to be completed.", Winter scolded Tiger.

As if this chowhound would stop eating!😒

" But without these my brain doesn't work. " , Tiger said while frowning.

"Do you even have a brain? ", Winter shot back to which Tiger grinned sheepishly.

These guys are giving me headache. Finally, after much nagging Tiger decided to do his homework. Mr . Caswell gave us a lot of homework instead of detention and it almost took us about an hour to complete it. It seems like my soul is dejected.

" How about going for a booze?", Bear said after he woke up from his nap.

" You are coming, right ? ", Winter asked while arranging his sheets. I nodded as a response since I was too tired to form  words.

" Winny.... carry me to my dorm", Tiger whined like a baby. " How about I kick your *** so hard that your nose bleeds?", Winter snorted. " Try me ", Tiger said. Before my dorm would become their warzone I ushered them out.

" Tonight at 11.", I nodded at Bear who looked clearly annoyed by these two arguing with both of their foreheads joined  together as they walked like zombies. For God's sake  these two were multitasking , where do they get so much energy from.

I closed the door behind me letting out a sigh. 1st week of university life and it's already jumbled up.

I climbed onto my bed with tannie in my hands ( well I named my guitar tannie ) and dragged my fingers along the strings.

I placed my guitar beside my bed and checked my phone. My eyes brightened as soon as I saw a message.

Ayden : Hey there kumquat.

Ayden : Are you free??

Me : Stop calling me that. Do you want me to kick your ⚽⚽ the second we meet

Ayden:  Chill bro ...

 Ayden : How many nuts have you busted till now?? 💦😏

Me : I've my standards 😒😒. I don't want to catch STD's🙅

Ayden : 😬😬 🖕🏻

Ayden : You Hoe

Me : A ****** hoe

Ayden : You are still a ****** ?? 😲😲 No wonder you are sex deprived.

Me : [ Your msg has been read and ignored successfully ]

Me : Anygay I gotta go

Ayden : Laters bro

Ayden was my brother's friend but to me he was my mentor and the senior whom I respected a lot. I was first introduced to him when I was in middle school and he helped me to pursue my dream. With his help I formed my own band and performed on various stages but last year we disbanded as all of us had to go different ways.

Also, that was how I met Tiger  in middle school. Eventhough a  passionate drummer , Tiger was a troublemaker. We both got detention together and we ditched it together and   that was when we became best buddies.

And I also met Tan ...

It may sound too cheesy but the real tale of why I love music is because someone once told me that " Music is like a drug ". If you all are wondering that where I met such a cheesy person you could say our first impression was quite catastrophic.

It was Friday and I had to practice for a concert. I went to school early, so that I could practice peacefully without the music room being populated with students. But to my surprise there was another student there and he was playing his guitar.

I wanted to listen to him playing. Also, to speak the truth I'm thinking of asking him to join our band and I'm sure that we will burn the stage if a guy like him joins our band.

This guy here has the looks and moreover skills which is actually essential. He would need a bit of a makeover because I don't like his fashion sense and then we will be good to go. I waited there until he finished as I didn't want to intrude .

" You've got some skills ", I complimented as soon as he concluded. He looked up quickly , probably because he wasn't expecting anyone to be there and as soon as he saw me,  he packed up his guitar and got up to leave.

He was about to walk past me but I stopped him by placing my hand on his shoulder. " Would you like to join our band? " , I was expecting him to agree immediately because our band was quite famous.

He stared at my hand for a few minutes." I don't play music with buffaloes who can't even hold up their guitars properly ", he retorted back with a smirk which made him loose a good opportunity of becoming famous and made me loose my cool.

Of course, I needed to teach his arrogant *** some manners. " Are you challenging me ? ", I asked him calmly while I was burning on the insides.

" What if I am ? " , he grabbed my wrist and removed it from his shoulder and walked to the other side of the room and returned back with a chair. He sat on the chair with his legs crossed ; placed his guitar and backpack aside and motioned for me to take a seat on the chair beside his.

" You saw my skills. Now , you show me yours.. that is if you have any. ", as if his comment engaged a fire inside me.

I took my sit and decided to play " I love you 3000 ".

[ Your all can listen to the song above. But imagine only one boy singing 😄 ]

With a last stroke of guitar I concluded my song and looked towards him. " So, what do you think? ", I asked him with a devilish smirk. " You're not that bad..", he said casually but I could see that he was impressed.

" Dont lie... you can admit it that you were impressed ", I said while grinning.

" Wasn't " , he shot back thickly whilst shooting glares towards me. " Then why were you moving your feet and fingers with the rhythm ", I deadpanned . He averted his eyes towards the opposite direction and I could see his ears reddening. 

As I was laughing , he placed his hand on my shoulder and when I looked at him he was sweating a lot. As if a someone had hypnotised him , he took the guitar from my hand and before I could even stop him , he  smashed it on the wall.

At first , I was speechless. Who in his right mind would smash a guitar on the wall?

Yes , the answer is Mr. Arrogant bastard.

" The **** , you did ", I shouted at him. " The guitar you just smashed costed me $1600." Now , I want to smash his head with that guitar.

" I'll buy you a new one " , he said calmly.

" If you were going to buy me a guitar then why on earth did you smash it in the first place? "

" Because of that " , he pointed at something on the floor with his index finger.

" Dont tell me you smashed my guitar to kill a fucking cockroach ? ", he nodded.

" I'm katsaridaphobic."

" You are what....?"

"Kat-sari-da-phobic" he repeated each syllable.

" Does anything of that sort exist " , I huffed. I've already had enough drama in one day.

" Sure , it does but I'm afraid if a person with a brain which is the exact size of a ant could understand it.", he replied back and of course you could hear sarcasm dripping in his voice.

" Say one more word and this time I'm smashing that guitar right into your head ", I snapped back.

He held up his hands and did a " I surrender " sign. 

He picked up his guitar and backpack. " Let's go " , he said while dragging me out of the music room by my wrist.

 " Wait, are you kidnapping me ? "

" I would think twice before doing doing such a ballistic thing."

" But where are we going ? "

" To buy you a new guitar." , he said casually.

" But I have classes today."

" How about we meet over lunch and then go?  " I asked him.

Shit ! It sounded as if I'm asking him out.

" You can say it if you wanna go out on a date with me ", he retorted while smirking.

" Piss off ! " I snapped at him.

" Let's meet at Chord C " , he said and turned away to leave.

Is it really a date ? Nah , I'm just imagining things. I just need to buy a guitar and that's it. After that , we will be strangers just like we used to be .

That's how things are going to be , aren't they ?

Atleast , I hope they are .......!

TO BE CONTINUED...

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For those who don't know Katsaridaphobia is a phobia in which one fears cockroaches and it is normal for them to act violently when they come across one as they take it as a 'do or die' situation.

❤Author's note❤

Hey , there guys . Well , i know that chapter 2 is really long but I wanted to explain their first meeting nicely. I hope you all liked it.

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