Note: If there is dialogue in italics, it means that it's being spoken in Catalan which is the official language of Andorra. I wasn't about to use the actual language and then have to have the translations at the bottom; it would have been pretty bothersome for the reader and for me.

Chapter Four

Olivia walked into the music classroom, a noticeable bounce in her step. Her violin case was gripped in her left hand and a composition book was in her right. Sunday had been a day of rediscovery; she had played her violin for almost five hours without breaks and while her fingers had protested a bit, she felt better than she had in months. The three month break from when she had last played had been a good idea and thankfully her playing wasn't stale; it would probably take longer than three months for that to happen. She had spoken to the manager of the music club and had been accepted in without much difficulty.

"Olivia?"

"Madeline," She greeted the manager. "Thanks for allowing me to join the club."

The older woman smiled, "I wasn't about to deny someone with your experience. We may not have annual concerts, but someone with your talent isn't going to be turned away."

"I didn't think I would be this early," Olivia murmured as she looked around the empty classroom. "In fact, I thought I was going to be late."

"You aren't that early. A few of the others were here but went to grab some food from one of the vending machines. They'll be back in a few minutes." Madeline motioned towards a seat that had Olivia's last name taped on. "That will be your seat, you can put your things over there and then grab some food if you wish."

"No thank you," She smiled, "I couldn't eat even if I wanted too. I've never actually played in an orchestra before, only by myself so I'm a bit nervous. This may be a club, but it still has me a bit jittery."

"I can understand that." The woman directed her eyes to look at something behind Olivia. "Ah, Kale you're back."

'Shit.' Olivia hissed. What the hell was Kale doing in a music club? She turned around and nodded at him. Her grip tightened on the violin case and she lifted it up to hold against her chest as a barrier…a very expensive barrier. He glared at her and then dropped his gaze to the violin case. His eyes narrowed and then he looked at Madeline.

"Why is she here?"

Madeline chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? You did just look at her violin case didn't you? That should be answer enough."

"We don't need another violinist. How do you even know that she can play at our level?"

The force behind his words had Olivia drawn in. She narrowed her gaze on him and let herself bring the violin back down to her side. There was no way she was going to let him underestimate her.

"I was offered a spot in the New York Philharmonic, you idiot." He jerked back at her words. "I highly doubt that a prestigious orchestra like that would offer the spot to someone who was unworthy of it." She set the violin down on the nearest chair. "If you have any other complaints then please let me know. I'll have a great time refuting every single one."

"Why did you refuse them?"

"Valid question." She smirked. "I didn't want to make a career of playing the violin."

"Then why join us?" He stepped closer. "The majority of the students in here want to make something of our musical talent."

Olivia tilted her head to the left, "What about you? Do you want to make a career of your musical talent?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Not exactly. You said 'the majority of students' not the 'majority of us' which makes me wonder how deep your conviction goes."

"You know nothing about me!" Kale's glare was more piercing but she wouldn't let it bother her.

"And you know nothing about me so how can you go against everything I say?"

"I know more about you than you know about me," He shifted.

Olivia was aware of the moment that Madeline stepped back and when the room crowded with students. She wasn't, however, going to end the argument there. Not by a long shot. She was going to finish this. Maybe she'd be able to prove he knew nothing about her.

"Oh? Pray tell, what it is it that you know about me?" She smirked. "Hmm? How can someone who thinks I'm here on a scholarship—even though I've refuted it many times—think they know anything about me?"

"How can someone who can afford this school not be able to afford a laptop?" He asked, a glimmer of a smile in his eyes.

Kale thought he had her, Olivia realized. Slowly, she opened her messenger bag and with one hand she pulled out the Sony laptop that had stickers of music notes and a band names on the cover. She shifted the laptop so it was cradled in both hands and held it towards him.

"Now, I'm not that good when it comes to electronics, but isn't this a laptop?" She smiled at the look on his face. "It is, isn't it? Well there goes your argument of me being a scholarship student because I don't have a laptop." She switched into her first language and muttered under her breath, "Don't you dare even say that my laptop looks old. I got it six months ago."

"That thing is a laptop? It looks older than my-"

Olivia cut him off, "Do you want me to find the receipt so that you can see it was only bought six months ago…brand new not second hand." Suddenly, something came to her mind and she turned to her violin. "I forgot about you for a minute there." She slipped her laptop back into her bag and knelt beside her violin. "I highly doubt a scholarship student would be able to afford a violin that costs more than three million dollars at an auction." She opened the case and lifted out her violin.

"Holy shit, that's a Stradivarius." That comment came from one of the students.

Kale dropped down into the seat beside Susannah. "We're wrong about Olivia."

"Who's Olivia?" Jason asked.

"She's the one you idiots claim is a scholarship student," Zach spoke up. "So, how do you know that we're wrong about her?" His interest was definitely peaked for obvious reasons.

"She owns a Stradivarius."

"What the hell is a Stradivarius?" Kristine asked not even looking up from filing her nails.

Susannah sighed, "A very expensive violin. There was one that went for $3.5 million at an auction in 2006. I wanted it but my daddy wouldn't buy it for me."

"You can't even play the violin Susannah," her brother informed her dryly. "There is a different between a cello and a violin."

"So? I could take lessons. It wouldn't be that much a difference."

"Can we please get back on topic please?" Zach interjected. "Olivia has a Stradivarius?"

Kale nodded, "I saw it myself and I heard her play it. She joined the music club that I'm in. She's pretty good."

"How the hell could she have a Stradivarius?" Susannah wouldn't let it go.

"Olivia said it had been in her family for centuries," Lindsey—a member of their group, and also part of the music club—told them. "Her grandmother left it to her in her will, or something along those lines. I was too busy laughing at Kale's expression when she told us about it."

Jason grinned. "Then she can still be here on a scholarship."

"How so?" Lindsey leaned forward. "I take it you don't want to admit you're wrong?"

"If it's been in her family for centuries then the 3.5 million price tag is null. That's only what it's worth, but the centuries that it has been in her family means that it could have been bought when it was first made and passed down," Jason explained.

"Which means," Susannah continued, "at the time it was first made it wasn't as expensive. Her family could have had the money for it then, but now they don't."

"You're really putting a lot of thought into this," Zach observed. "But I think I'll choose to go with the 'not a scholarship student' tag for her. Unlike the rest of you, I don't feel like being a part of bullying a girl that doesn't deserve it." He pushed back his chair and stood up. "Excuse me, I need to pick Annabelle up from school."

"What's his problem?" Kristine asked. "How can she not deserve it?"

Kale rolled his eyes. "I'm going to be going as well. Do you still need that ride Kristine?"

"Of course," her tone was bright as she stood up and followed her boyfriend from the café. "Talk to you guys later," she directed over her shoulder.

Kristine wrapped her arm around Kale's waist and smiled as his arm found his way to her shoulders. She could see herself marrying him after college…now if only he would realize they belonged together and stopped being such an idiot about it. Maybe, she could even get him to leave the music club; it definitely wasn't good for him, especially if that scholarship student was in there with him.

"Kale?"

He made a slight noise in response.

"Why don't you leave that music club?" He tensed slightly at her words. "Don't get me wrong, it's a good club but do you really need to be a part of it? You're already on the soccer team and being in the music club is just completely different."

"And you have a problem with something being different?" He laughed lowly, "Give me a break Kristine. Am I not allowed to do the things I love? I love playing soccer and I love playing the piano. Just because it's different doesn't mean I should stop doing it."

"I just worry…" She trailed off when she saw his face. "I'm sorry Kale. Don't get mad at me."

He looked down at her, "I'm not mad at you. I just wish you would stop trying to get me to quit the club. You wouldn't like it if I told you to stop modeling, right?" He didn't wait for an answer and plowed ahead, "You shouldn't tell me to stop doing something I love when I wouldn't tell you to stop something you loved."

"I said I was sorry didn't I?" She hissed. "You don't have to keep talking about it."

"Apparently I do!" He stepped away from her and slid his hands into his pockets. "I keep having to defend myself against you when it comes to the music club."

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Olivia coming out of the library and he groaned. Just what he needed. If Kristine saw her then he wouldn't get any peace. Not only would he be listening to Kristine criticize Olivia for the whole drive, but he also didn't want to get Olivia angry, especially after the music club meeting. He didn't want to admit to himself that he a grudging respect for her.

"Well, look who it is. Scholarship," Kristine stepped directly into Olivia's path.

When Olivia glanced over at him, he shrugged. "Come on Kristine, let's not get into this today. I already have a headache," he tried to diffuse the situation.

"Look at you," Kristine ignored him and continued on, "don't you know how to wear makeup? It may actually make you look better though I doubt it and that outfit, isn't it like two sizes too big? You look so frumpy."

Olivia smiled, "I look better than you do. That garish eye shadow would make anyone cringe just looking at you and I'm sure they must. This isn't the eighties when something like that would look good and those heels…are you trying to look like a hooker? Cause let me tell you, your succeeding."

"Why you little bitch."

"Well at least you didn't call me a whore; that's progress right there."

Kale gaped at the two of them and tried not to let the laughter that was billing in his throat to escape. At first he had thought that letting Kristine criticize Olivia would have been the worst thing possible because no one has been able to stand up against Kristine at her worst…but how he was wondering if he should stop Olivia from criticizing his girlfriend.

"Excuse me, I have to be getting to work." She started to walk away.

Kristine picked up on that immediately. "And you say you aren't here on a scholarship."

"I'm sorry?" Olivia turned around to face them again.

"Why would someone who claims they aren't here on a scholarship need to work? Hmm? Have I caught you in a lie?"

"With that logic of yours everyone should be calling you a scholarship student," Olivia responded with a smirk.

"What? How does my logic mean calling me a scholarship student?"

There was laughter. "Are you serious? You say I'm a scholarship student now based on the fact I work. And I'm saying that by your logic you are also a scholarship student because, correct me if I'm wrong, but you're a model. You get paid for being a model which makes it a job. I also have a job, but by your logic I'm a scholarship student because I hold a job…are you following me?"

"She's got you there Kristine," Kale admitted.

"See? Even your boyfriend admits that your logic if flawed, though in more of a round-a-bout way," She sent him a smile. "Now, excuse me. I don't want to be fired on my first day."

As soon as she was gone, Kristine turned to him and slapped him.

"What the hell was that for?"

"What kind of boyfriend are you?" She shouted. "You're supposed to stand up for me, not agree with the person who is bullying me!"

He shrugged. "Well next time you want to bully her, do it without me being there. I'm going to say things as I see them. I won't pull my punches just because my the person doing the bullying is my girlfriend."

"I'll find my own way home." She turned around and stalked back towards the on campus café.

"Bye," he called after her. "Good riddance. I'm not going to defend you against something that is deserved."

Holy shit…I wrote this chapter in a matter of two hours. I watched an MV for the Japanese drama 'Nodame Cantabile' on YouTube and next thing I know I'm done with this chapter. Don't expect the next chapter to come this quickly though; I have a challenge to work on before I can write the next chapter (I completely forgot the challenge was due by Sept 10th...and I have done nothing for it).

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