(A/N - The song above is merely for the purpose of serving as a reference, not the playlist of the whole chapter. Anyway enjoy!!)

Jazz's POV -

After tiring myself from my walk/ run, I was finally able to lock away all those disturbing thoughts. Sighing, I sit down on one of the swings in the park. All the children and parents had already left the park as the sun had started to set. Even though the park was deserted, it gave me a sense of tranquility, an opportunity to just confront myself, to allow myself to be vulnerable without the comments, gestures and judgements of people.

Taking out my water bottle and phone from the bag, I gasp seeing the time. It was already half past six. God, I have been running around for more than two hours continuously. No wonder my legs feel like they are burning.

Shrugging, I unscrew the cap of my water bottle and start drinking it in small sips. It is only when I start drinking water that I do realize how much thirsty I was. Screwing back the cap, I put my phone and bottle back inside the bag and take out my packet of Oreos.

Silently, I begin to munch down the heavenly treats while gently rocking the swing back and forth. The calm breeze blowing slowly, the gentle rustling of the leaves and the violet-blue sky indicating the beginning of the night made me smile as the memories of my hometown come back into my mind.

My hometown, Lucknow, is not a big town when compared to the famous metropolitan cities of India like Delhi, Kolkata or Bengaluru. But, it's not exactly a blip either. After all being the capital of a state does get you some credits. The busy market streets, the beautiful monuments and the crazy population burst at malls is definitely hard to miss once you step inside the city.

Back when I was a kid, I remember those days when me and my friends and my annoying little sister would play in the parks till the sun was practically invisible and our parents had to drag our butts back to home. Sweet, innocent childhood memories. Untroubled, untainted children playing together.

My thoughts were broken by the sound of someone cursing loudly. I quickly zip my bag and make my way towards the source of the noice.

Because that's SO not what dumb female protagonists in a deserted area do on hearing noises.

Could you shut up, I'll just peek and leave if nobody is in trouble.

God, why the hell do you not understand the meaning of MIND YOUR FREAKING OWN BUSINESS.

Flipping off my inner voice, I peek from behind the bushes and see a boy about to smash his guitar on the ground.

"STOP," I yell as I jump towards the boy, snatching away the beautiful instrument before it could be broken.

What happened to I'll just take a peek and leave?

Not THE time.

Blocking my inner voice, I focus on my boy standing in front of me with a confused expression. He seems familiar, where have I seen him? As I wonder about the resemblance, I take in his almost 6 ft figure with black hair and blue eyes. He seems to be doing the same as we both narrow our eyes.

"Listen sweetcheeks, as much as I'd like to spend my evening admiring your hot body, I have places to be. So, could you give my guitar back to me?" the boy asks smugly, while extending his hands for the guitar.

And just like the time when you have an enlightenment moment or how you suddenly figure out the last piece of the puzzle, my brain starts to work and I remember exactly where I had heard his voice.

"It's YOU!" I practically scream while pointing at the guy.

"I know girls have this effect when they stare too long at me," he replies, flashing me a lopsided grin.

"No, you idiot! I mean you are the Pizza Guy. You delivered pizza at Xander Lennox's house?" I say, trying to refresh his memory.

"Oh yes, you were the hot woman I saw there. No wonder you looked familiar," he answers back.

"Yes, I was the 'hot woman' at Xander's house," I shoot back while quoting the words hot woman.

"Sweet cheeks I already told you before age is just a number. So, now remove that ugly scowl from your beautiful face."

"And your bad flirting is exactly why I remembered you."

"Hey! You remember me because of my good flirting," he argues back while crossing his arms across his chest.

I have to give him, he's muscular and tall and the black shirt he's wearing makes it hard to miss it. But, sadly, Xander and Ryan could easily outstand him.

Wait? What? Where did this thought come from?

"So, are you giving me my guitar back or what?" Pizza Guy asks while stepping towards me.

"I will give it back to you, once I know the reason for your attempt to break the beautiful instrument," I answer back as I make my way towards the swings and sit down while still holding onto his guitar.

"Why do you even want to know? This is a useless piece of wood," he grumbles while sitting on the empty swing, next to me.

"Useless? How can you call an acoustic guitar useless? It's one of the best musical instruments," I argue back, shooting him a nasty glare.

"Well, it is useless, if it cannot serve the purpose for which I bought it."

"What purpose?" I ask curiously as his cheeks redden a bit.

"Aww, you are blushing, Pizza Guy," I cooed the guy, while pinching his cheek as he swatted my hand away grumpily.

"First of all, I am not blushing," he argues as I roll my eyes.

"Secondly, did you just call me Pizza Guy?"

"That's not the important thing. You are missing the point of the conversation. Why did you buy this guitar?"

"I-uh... I-No reason," he stutters as I give him an unamusing look.

"The sooner you get it out, the faster you'll get back your guitar and away you go from my scrutiny," I remark in a sing-song manner as he glared at me.

"Fine, if I tell you. You'll stop?"

"Yes."

"I bought this guitar to play my little sister some of her favorite songs as her birthday present. When my father was alive he used to do that for us, but he died two years back in a plane crash and everytime it's Mia, my sister's birthday, I know how much she misses our father, especially his songs," he replies back softly.

"Pizza Guy, you have nothing to be ashamed of. It's really sweet how much you want to make your sister happy. You may be an arrogant jerk with bad pick-up lines, but you're definitely one hell of a good brother," I say while slapping his back in a playful gesture and he rolls his eyes at my words but does manage to crack a smile.

"Whatever, what's the use of all this, if I can't play this thing."

"I'll teach you," I offer as I start to tune the strings.

"You know how to play?" he asks sceptically.

"Of course I do or why would I offer to teach you?"

"But why would you teach me?"

"Firstly, because the intention of your learning is to make your sister happy and secondly, I don't want you smashing this guitar on the ground. If you dare to do so, I am telling you Pizza Guy, I'll sue you for murdering this beautiful blue guitar," I warn him while protectively wrapping my arms around the guitar.

"Can someone even murder a guitar?" he asks, amusedly.

"Whatever, you are missing the main point. Do you wish to learn how to play it or not?" I ask, impatiently as I stand up from the swing.

"I do wish to learn it and what better teacher could I have asked than a hot--"

"Ouch, did you just smack me?" he asks while rubbing his forehead.

"Yes, I did and I will again. I am your teacher and you shouldn't talk to a teacher like that. Besides, I am six freaking years older than you," I scold him as he mumbles incoherently.

"So, when's your sister's birthday?"

"Three months from now," he answers excitedly.

"That's more than enough time to learn guitar."

"So, you'll really teach me?"

"Of course I would, but if you don't want me--"

"No, no, I would love to have a good teacher like you, but can you play something for me first."

"Is this a test or something like that?" I ask, curiously while he simply shrugs.

As he hands me over a black colored pick, I slowly strum the guitar, adjusting my hand and grip accordingly. With a few strokes, I easily settle into a comfortable position and start playing 'Unity' by Alan Walker. I softly sing along while trying my best to recall the chords.

As I stop, Pizza Guy starts clapping, showering me with praises while my cheeks redden due to the compliments.

"Wow, you are really good and not just at playing guitar, you have a great voice," he remarks with clear admiration.

"Thank you, it's just something I always wanted to learn," I reply, avoiding the real reason why I always wanted to learn guitar.

"So, will my classes start from tomorrow?" Pizza Guy asks as I hand over his guitar which he starts to zip back into the black guitar case that I just noticed him carrying.

"Sure, where do you wish me to teach you?"

"How about at my place? I'll text you the address and you can come or I'll pick you up?"

"But won't your sister know about your surprise?"

"That's not a problem. She has gone to our grandparents place for the summer vacations. But if you are uncomfortable in teaching at my place, I understand--"

"No, that's not the case. So, if I teach you early morning that won't be a problem, right?"

"Nope, it's cool with me and save your number," Pizza Guy answers as he hands over his phone while I give mine to him.

"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow, Pizza Guy and I am warning you one scratch on this guitar and you'll regret the day you met me," I threaten him, before smiling sweetly when he nods at me.

"You are one hell of a crazy woman," he replies while shaking his head in amusement.

"Whatever, bye, Pizza Guy," I say as I turn to leave the park.

"Bye Cray-Cray," I hear him answer back as I roll my eyes at the childish nickname.

I might have come here to escape my demons, my thoughts, but I ended up leaving with a new friend and a student. I am pretty excited to teach him guitar. After all it's about time, I confront yet another part of my past.