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symbols.
Suddenly, my eyes catch sight of a guitar case, partially opened to
reveal the instrument inside.
It is a beautiful guitar made of golden
wood. I feel the grain underneath my fingers. It feels very smooth,
like soft silk, but cool, like an ice block.
Something else suddenly catches my eyes,
tucked between the guitar strings. I pull it out. It’s a picture of
a guy in a Phantom mask and black attire.
I move the picture closer to my eyes. My
heart beats faster and faster as I remember that mask and that
black attire. It’s him, the guy who stole my first kiss, the guy I
wanted to identify.
Before I can think of anything else, the
door suddenly bursts open, freezing me in my spot. I can’t move. I
can’t even turn around to look at the person entering. My feet just
won’t obey me.
Because I don’t turn around, that person
starts moving towards me. I hear clicks, like sticks hitting the
floor.
“Sorry, I was busy in the loo. I’m Zac. Nice
to meet you.”
That voice again! Is this my
imagination? Surely everyone doesn’t sound the same in this
part of the island.
I eventually turn around and—
I’m in shock. My cheeks grow warm and my
heart jumps so fast I’m thinking I’m having a heart attack. I can’t
speak. The only thing I can do is to stare at him and blink,
because standing there right before my eyes is the one guy who I
accused of stealing Gigi’s money at the hospital.
But how can this be? The guy who kissed me,
he was so sweet. He helped me out of the crowd. But this guy, he
embarrassed me in front of my family.
There’s a twinkle in his emerald-green eyes,
and because I’m in so much shock that no words can pass my lips, he
speaks instead. “Aha. So Romeo finally meets Juliet again.”
There’s no denying it this time. This guy is
definitely the one that kissed me that night.
CHAPTER FIVE
ZAC
My Tutor Juliet
“Zac, your algebra tutor is here.”
“Jesus!” I startle, almost flipping over my
seat from Catalina’s sudden intrusion.
“Sorry, Zac. Away with the music fairies
again?”
“Yeah.” I lie. I don’t want to tell her I’m
freaked out right now about this new tutor of mine.
Will my tutor kill me if she knows how bad I
am at algebra?
“I put her in the study,” Catalina says,
then closes the door behind her.
I heave a sigh, feeling tired all of a
sudden. I’m not looking forward to this. What the hell? I
shake my head to dispel this negative thought. It’s either pass
algebra or lose Elsa.
I hobble myself out of my room. Just when
I’m almost to the study, I have a sudden urge to pee. Damn, I
hope my new tutor doesn’t mind waiting for a bit longer.
All that thinking about my new tutor brings
about a sudden ache in my heart. I’m not sure why, though, but it
leads me to think about that girl named Ivy that bumped into me the
other day. She was the Juliet I’ve been thinking about nonstop.
I cursed myself at the time because, despite
getting her name, I still don’t know anything else about her. She
looks to be about my age, so I hope I’ll get to see her again at
school. That is if she does go to Woodville High.
Hobbling back out of the bathroom, I head
straight to the study. I’m not prepared to meet my new tutor.
Really, she must be some lousy old university student from
somewhere. I mean, who else would excel in algebra but the ones
who’ve already graduated from high school. And the name Miss
Hamilton, that just sounds so ancient.
Yanking open the door, I think I put too
much force into it and the loud squeaky sound startles my tutor.
Her back stiffens.
I take back my thoughts. There’s nothing old
about Miss Hamilton. She looks small and delicate, with soft brown
curls pulled into a ponytail atop her head.
I smile and hobble over to her. She still
has her back to me. I clear my throat, then explain my lateness.
“Sorry, I was busy in the loo. I’m Zac. Nice to meet you.”
She turns around then and, my God, but