I didn't know where my feet were taking me. I found myself in an unfamilar neighborhood with dark corridors and mysterious boarded up windows on houses. The houses were old and broken, the paint faded and old wood peeling off. Dead trees surrounded the place, and the sky seemed to be much less blue, but more like a dark gray-ish hue. 

This place looked like it came out of a creepy horror movie. There was an eerie feeling in the air as if someone was watching me. What did I get myself in to? Suddenly, I heard a twig snap behind me and my insticts took over. Run! My insticts yelled at me.

"Hey! Get back here!"a voice in the distance shouted. I kept running when my feet caught on a lose rock in the broken cement. I felt myself falling onto the uneven rocks, scratching my knees. I felt warm hot blood ooze out the cuts and I hissed in pain.

My hands were pretty badly scratched, but I could survive. "Klutz." I heard a familiar male voice behind me. I turned, and immediately scowled. "You!" I hissed. James smirked."Me." Then he looked down at my wounded knees and frowned. "What did you do this time?" He asked me, as if I wanted this to happen.

"I fell. Duh."I snapped. I was feeling incredibly hungry and my stomach growled immmediately at the thought of food. When ever I was hungry, I was also known a lion. Fierce, protective,predatory, and extremely  grumpy.My stomach sounds like one too. Attractive huh? "Jeez, I was trying to be polite."he muttered. My inner lion took over. "Polite?You call that polite?"I scoffed. James clearly needed a dictionary, cause clearly "polite" did not mean to stand there and laugh at them when they fall. Dumb butt. Then he finally spoke.

"Yes. I was being polite. Your the one being a brat."

"No I wasn't! Stop being a stuck up snob"

"Well stop arguing with me then!"

"You said I was a brat!"

"You said I was a snob."

"You are."

He groaned and shook his head. "Wait,why are you even here in the first place?" I asked, frustrated with this arrogant boy. "Hmm...maybe because you were running off into an Halloween Amusement park that you were supposed to pay for?"he suggested.

Oh, so that's why it was so scary.Figures. "Pfft, I knew that. I just wanted to see how fast it took the umm...security guards to catch me." I lied. Nice one Emerald, he'll totally buy that excuse.

"Who taught you to play the piano?" he asked, his question taking me completely off guard. "No one." Jame's frown deepend. "No, seriously, who taught you?"  Why did he want to know so badly? "Why?" I asked.

He looked like he was shy to admit it,and he stared down at his Vans, taking sudden interest in them. I caught a light cute blush rising to his cheeks,  Wait what? Cute? I so did not think it was cute. Did I? Snap out of it! the voice in my head spoke. He looked up, the blue in his eyes staring into my emerald ones. "Because it was amazing."

Did he just...compliment me? No way. "Really?" I asked. The boy nodded, hiding his face. "Honestly, I've never heard someone play as great as you did. It was so...real. Like as if you actually poured all your emotions into the music.

Like the music is part of you."he admits shyly. I was five feet away from him and I could already feel the awkwardness in the horizon. "Thank you." I said.

Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. "My parents expect me to play like that. They want me to be everrything. Straight-A student, a quarterback for football, and a pianist.It adds to our reputation."James confessed. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I accidently blurted it out. "Who are your parents again?"

His eyes turned cold but he answered my question. "Vincent and Sapphire Thomason. My dad is the CEO of a company and my mom is a designer of a fashion line."

I nodded."So what does this have to do with me again?" I asked. He hid his face and started to study the floor."I want you to be my piano tutor."