“So, do you have class this afternoon?” he asked while looking for a yogurt in the fridge. “Oh, no, I start on Monday” “Cool, then we’ll watch a movie” It sounded almost like an order. Why did he treat me that way? I didn’t like it. He didn’t know about my existence an hour ago and now he was talking to me that way. I couldn’t stand it. “Ummm… I think not” I answered in a brusque way. “Can I ask why?” You’ve just asked it, you dumb. “Because I’ll be in my room doing... I don’t know. Things” I told him as stroppy as I could and I think he got it. Before he could say anything, I closed my bedroom’s door behind me.
Ugh. This guy, who does he think he is? I don’t want him to treat me that way, but he’s that enigmatic and charming in a way… I want to hate him and love him at the same time. Is that even possible? I shook my head. It was supposed I had gone to my bedroom to do ‘things’, or was it to escape from Matt? By just saying his name my mind caused me a weird sensation that made me be even more nervous. Emily, please, he’s just a guy, as anyone. Stop thinking about it. And that’s what I did: I turned on my laptop and A Kind of Magic by Queen started playing. I laid on my bed to enjoy the music. As soon as the song started playing, I heard someone knocking on my door. It was Matt. Again. How could he be that annoying? I turned a deaf ear to it and kept in that blissful moment until he opened the door. Now I really got angry. No one could enter my room like that and less if it was an unknown person. “Can I come in?” “You’re already in, why do you ask anything?” I think this time he got it. “Oh, I’m sorry I bothered you, I just wanted to let you know I also like Queen.” Those words caught my attention. If he had the same music taste as me then he couldn’t be that bad. Perhaps I could give him a second opportunity, forget the first impression and start over again. “Oh, yeah?” I wanted to know whether it was true or he was just lying. “Yep. I also play in a rock band and stuff. If you like that kind of music you could come and watch us play someday. Maybe on Saturday? We’re playing at this battle of bands.” Oh my God! This was becoming interesting! He played in a band! “Wow, that’s pretty cool. The truth is I’d really like to go and watch you play.” Okay Matt, you won this time, but only because I have nothing to do on Saturday night. “Well, I won’t bother you anymore…” he said closing the door. “No! Wait!” I stood up. “Um, yeah?” “Come in if you want and we can… chat or something.” By only saying that I could feel I was blushing. Again. God! “Cool!” he said while he walked in.
This guy of perfect proportions and beautiful eyes was standing in front of me, that I was sit on my bed, and was looking at me, almost accusing. The situation sent me shivers down my spine. How could he make me feel that way only by his presence? I was scared, but I knew I liked it. I cleared my throat. “And what instrument do you play?” I asked him without looking at him. I couldn’t look at him, mainly because I would be hypnotized. “I play the electric guitar. What about you? Do you play any instrument?” Why don’t you stop looking at me, Matt? “Huh, no. I am way too slow to learn to play any instrument.” I felt weak in front of him, too small, that insignificant… It was like if he had all the control over me by only looking at me. What are you doing with me? “I can teach you if you want” he said and, before I could say anything, he had gone to his room. After less than 10 seconds he was back, this time with an orange electric guitar. How weird.
“Now you can learn how to play the guitar” he said offering me to pick it. “Um, I’m not that sure. I already told you I’m way too slow, and I don’t want to break your guitar or anything.” It was definitely the last thing I wanted to happen. “Oh, come on. Take it” and he held my hand to give me his guitar. In that moment I felt something punching me very hard right in my heart and I could feel my blood was going faster than usual. “NO!” I shouted. Matt opened his eyes as much as he could and started walking to the door. “Um, I-I’m sorry, I-I didn’t want to… um…. goodbye” he said closing the door behind him.
I stood there without moving, without looking at anything and without thinking in anything. I don’t know how much time I spent that way. What happened? Why did I do that? I was that frustrated I started crying. Fuck. This guy… This guy was making me feel a way no one had ever done. I didn’t even know what was happening. The only thing I knew is who was to blame: Matthew.
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