Addicted to their Love

Chapter 6 Xavier

Xavier p.o.v.

The low sound of clock ticking matched perfectly with the loud sound of thunder outside, calming and destructive... After a minute or two I heard the room echoing in flowing chords of Scriabin’s Sonata, quitting all the other noises.

All I could hear was her, the sound of car horns, raindrops, or rushed footsteps of remaining students and teachers seem lost somewhere in the melody her fingers were creating.

Perfection. That's the only word I can say for Yeniffer.

It's been six years I've been teaching in this school, and even before that, I gave private lessons but never, never I'd encountered someone like her.

I smiled as she played those faster chords as if they were mere primary rhyme. So effortlessly. Suddenly I longed to go and sit beside her and play the next slow notes. But then, I saw my fingers...after all those surgeries, I still can't play.

I sighed and stared outside instead, the downpour slowly turning into a storm, just like her soft harmony turning into harsher and more painful music. How much I want to play with her.

But there is no use to yearn for a thing I can't do...the only thing I used to love, piano. And now I can't even touch it. But again, that's why I decided to return to my hometown and become a teacher, so I can teach others; a decision I'm still not sure was right or wrong.

Kids never took my subject seriously, I thought teaching would be fun but without even realizing I became a grumpy angry teacher instead of the passionate one I used to be before.

Blue and purple lightning with a loud thunder suddenly pull me back from my dark thoughts, darker than this grey sky. I sighed and focused on her music instead, at least I have Yeniffer, one student I could proudly say loves music as much as I do.

When she asked me to teach her piano in her free periods too, I thought she will easily get bored after two or three days. Obviously, kids her age love to play soccer or try cheerleading but Yeniffer never gets bored, not with piano, she tried and tried and tried until she became this.

I won't lie sometimes I get jealous that one day she'll become better than me. I am best after all...was, I was best before that accident, I corrected myself. Now I am just an old broken prodigy people laugh about saying it's my arrogance that pulls me to the ground.

And maybe they are right, an orphan to the best pianist alive and then to a high school music teacher...it's clear how my life turned out. It's not like being a teacher is not good enough, I like my work, I like being a teacher but it's not what I dreamt of all those cold sleepless nights, wrapped under a thin blanket that had an ugly wine stain and twenty-eight holes, yes I'd counted them.

All those times I'd gone to auditions with those same old shoes, that showed my sockless toe...or all those times I sneak inside Mr. Bannet's music shop and played his piano...he beat the s**t out of me whenever I get caught. But at last, he got tired and let me use it, he even taught me how to play properly. I can never thank him enough.

The point is, I worked my ass off to get what I wanted...and Yeniffer, my student here is throwing all this away, by doing useless things like stalking her teacher.

I don't know if I am angry or disappointed or just tired.

I don't want to report her, but I can't just ignore what she did, following me to my house, staying outside near my bedroom window, sometimes for the entire f*****g night, and then beating my drunk neighbor.

What the serious f*****g hell is wrong with this girl! The worst thing is, I can't even tell her I knew, not directly. Elora said Yeniffer might get embarrassed or scared and drop my class...and I'll never want that.

" Keep playing.", I muttered when song finished.

Yeniffer started playing again but this time she missed two notes and then hurried to the next chords without finishing the previous one. Great. So much of being perfect.

I turned around to scold her but my lips could only part, and no voice came out. My body leaned on the desk behind me and for a second I just watched her in a daze.

Long silver hair, failing over her small shoulders to her petite waist, brows pressed together, eyes closed, eyelashes touching her pale white cheeks, pink lips parted, dry and pouty, she licked them with her wet tongue now...I suddenly jerked my eyes down to her hands and keyboard.

My eyes only belonged there, on her fingers. Nowhere else, especially not on those chewable, suckable, lickable...fuckable hungry pink lips. Jesus. I want to kick myself.

What had gotten into me today...actually not today, from last night, since I saw that footage. I should be angry, I am angry. But another foolish and more insane part of my brain liked that too. Why...? I have no f*****g idea.

Some girls used to flirt with me, and some still do but now they are more scared... They were my students, it was unethical and I'm too old for them, so I always either ignored them or report them if things got out of hand. Like stripping in front of me. Kids these days...Elora and I still laughed about that.

But with Yeniffer, I didn't take it as a joke or get irritated by that, like I usually get. It was strange...but after thinking about it all night, I realized it was because Yeniffer never did it in front of me. She never flirted with me or seduced me like other foolish teenage girls.

She just followed me, took care of my garden when I couldn't, I always thought who watered the plants and removed those insects...she beat my dickhead of a neighbor. He really deserved that though.

Yeniffer kind of took care of me...without letting me know it. And honestly, that made me a little happy...and I shouldn't be happy about that. Stalking is wrong, stalking your teacher is beyond wrong. It's a sin. Geez...I am being dramatic now.

I cringed when Yeniffer accidentally pressed the wrong key, resulting in a harsh sound, breaking the rhythm of the music, and also my bizarre thoughts.

But she didn't stop or get nervous and immediately picked up the right chords. That's what I love about her. She never gave up.

My eyes looked down at the keyboard as she moved her fingers swiftly over the black and white keys as if dancing to the rhythm. So perfect. I can't believe I taught her this. Yeniffer is magnificent as if her music has a soul of its own.

I unconsciously took a step toward her, and then another...and another until I am in front of her, near the lid, opposite to her. I am drowning...I am drowning in her, in her harmony.

I got lost in her music several times, but it was the first time I got lost in her.

What's happening to me? I am twenty-nine for god's sake and getting all giddy because my student was stalking me, seriously? Something is so wrong with my mind.

But again, I am just admiring, it's not like I am doing something wrong, I am not even thinking wrong. It's simply fascination. Yeniffer is my student, and I'm her teacher. And if she keeps playing like this then maybe her first fan. That's it.

If she ever going to play in any orchestra, which I know she will...I am going to be in the first seat clapping like an i***t.

I rested my elbow on the lid, leaning over the piano. Yeniffer immediately felt my presence because she closed her eyes tightly. Why she always closed her eyes when I stood near her? Strange.

Tilting my head I just stared at her small face...and she fumbled over all the notes. And right now, even god can't know what she is playing...the harsh sound almost made my ears bleed. What the hell she is doing?

I smirked realizing it was because she is getting nervous. I shouldn't enjoy it. I really shouldn't but hell I am...more than I should.

" Am I making you nervous?"

Yeniffer shook her head, still pressing the random keys with her shivering fingers. The empty room echoes in the dangerous sound of thunder and grim musical notes.

If that's how she is going to behave after getting nervous then Yeniffer needs to work harder...there will be thousands of people in concerts and if she is getting all nervous playing in front of me, then how will she play in front of all those people...

I sighed noticing her eyes are still closed tightly.

" Open your eyes.", I ordered and she immediately followed. Her eyes lowered to the keyboard as she played Scriabin’s Sonata from the beginning now.

My eyes couldn't look away as I watched her play. I always sit behind or beside her, it's the first time I am watching her face as her fingers danced on the keys and her lip pressed between her teeth.

I was going to ask her to sit straight, but then I remember Elora advised me to treat her like other students. And to other students, I always talk sternly so...

" Back straight."

I ordered again and she immediately followed. I exhaled a deep breath. I shouldn't like it, not like this.

" chin up."

Another order and without wasting she did what I asked.

" Look at me."

She did, blue eyes innocently blinking at me and I gulped. " Keep playing, eyes on me.", I growled, staring deep into those bright ocean eyes of hers.

And she didn't even blink now, neither did her fingers stop.

" Good."

I almost moaned. So f*****g submissive.

Before I could stop my thoughts, I was already thinking of them, those dark sadistic disgusting thoughts...I never ordered her before, hell I never ordered any students like this. Why the hell I'm doing this then?

Elora told me to be strict with her, not to be a f*****g pervert!

Yeniffer's eyes were glued to mine, as her fingers were still moving on the keys. I don't even know what she is playing anymore, my focus was on her luscious lips as she bit them harshly. f**k me.

" Don't bite your lip.", I growled, " And don't rub your thighs together."

She blinked at me but did what I asked anyway. f**k. What is she...no, what am I! Yeah, I know. A f*****g sadist who is enjoying tormenting an innocent girl after knowing she probably has a crush on him.

I am an asshole.