Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty Five - What Are the Odds

- Madeline's POV - 

"Why are being so quiet?" Haley's voice filled up our dorm, that we were (finally) starting to clean up. As I was trying to separate my dirty and clean clothes, I honestly did not know what to tell her. I had not even realized that I was being quiet. 

"I'm focusing," I say simply, stuffing a shirt to my nose. Oh, yeah, that's dirty, I try not to laugh at the comment in my head, but it was pretty hard not to. 

"Mads, I'm not an idiot," she pauses and my eyes make their way to her. "You didn't even come back to breakfast," her back was turned to me, but I know she is probably glaring. 

"I had to go to the offices," I look away from her and I keep on smelling the items of clothing. I bring something black up to my nose and I am hit with a strong, all to familiar scent. It's black. And it smells like heaven, even though the devils temptation walks around in it. I put it aside, reminding myself to give it back...eventually. 

"Why?" she asks and I swear, she can be the most nosy person in the world, but she knows how to keep her mouth shut. 

"Um," I start, not sure of what I should say. "Well, my mom brought me a few things from my college applicators," I say in one breath. Suddenly, she turns around and gives me a confused look. 

"Your mom came to visit you?" the confusion in her voice matched her face perfectly. "Did she say anything about," she takes her right hand and waves it up and down in my direction. The only guess I think of, is that she is referring to my appearance. 

"No," I shake my head and shrug. "It was weird," I add and I still cannot get over just how different she looked. 

"How?" she asked quickly, then returning to hanging up some of her clothes. The more I thought about it, the reality of something really bad happening back home, started to sink in. 

"I don't know, like, she just seemed different," my shoulders end up in a slump. I stand up from the cold floor and end up sitting on my bed. 

"You don't think anything is going on at your home? Do you?" she turns around as she hangs up the last tank top into her side of the closet. I feel a pit in my stomach at her words. Yes, my parents can be very annoying, protective, strict, but the thought of them not being together makes me want to get sick. 

"I've thought about," I pause feeling weird that I am talking about this stuff with Haley. It's not that I do not trust her, it just seems weird because I would never talk about these things with people I have known for years... and I have known her for a month. 

"Well, what did your college papers say?" she changes the subject quickly, must knowing I feel uncomfortable about it. A sudden smile forms on my face. 

"Well," I drag out, reaching over at the two envelopes on our nightstand. "Yale has offered me a scholarship for my first year and if I were to do good enough, they would eventually continue the scholarship," I say with a huge smile and honestly, I probably look like an idiot.