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-Melody- - - -
"You're telling me you finally find a guy cute for the first time in like forever and he can't feel?! You know what? I give up. I actually fucking give up. Your dating life is a bigger lost cause than mine!" Natalie exclaims, both of us approaching the large school doors.
I shake my head and smile, mostly at the fact that her love life was most definitely not a lost cause, she went through men and women like tissues and still had them begging for more. But could you really blame them? With her dark hair, green eyes and "fuck you" personality everyone either wanted to date her or be her.
Natalie and I have been friends since the start of high school. I was hesitant about her at first but the thing about Natalie is that she can lead a whole conversation entirely by herself and she doesn't ask personal questions unless I ask her something personal first. Plus whenever you're alone people somehow assume you feel lonely and try to constantly start conversations with you which is a nuisance I'd rather avoid.
"Relax would you? I never said anything about dating him, I just said he's good-looking." and he is, Hunter Pierce is the literal definition of tall, dark, and handsome with his dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and careless gestures but that doesn't mean I'm interested in him.
Nat shakes her head, still staring at me in disbelief. She opens her mouth, ready to argue with me yet again when the obnoxiously loud school bell rings, announcing the beginning of the first period.
"Are you in English first?" I ask pulling off the light cream cardigan I have on and placing it in my bag. Even though it's now early September the temperatures are warmer than they were all summer in San Francisco, which means you need as few layers as humanly possible just so you manage not to sweat most of the time.
"No, I have Business sorry." she pouts slightly, looking disappointed that she has to leave before finishing her "get-a-love-life-Melody" speech, her personal favorite.
I grin and wave in return, starting to head down the long hallway, trying to pull my hair out of the painfully tight high ponytail I rushed to put it in this morning after my alarm didn't go off on time. As I walk, I give myself the speech I usually do at the start of the school year, hell the start of the day if I'm being honest. You'll get through this Melody you've already gotten through three years of it, what's one more, right? Just one more year of fake smiles and forced conversations. Just one more year of wearing a mask, a facade, and pretending you're the person everyone expects you to be.Just one more year of making everyone think you're ok. As I finally manage to get the hair tie out a body collides with mine and I stumble back unexpectedly. When I look up a pair of hesitant hazelnut eyes meet mine.
Anthony Adams.
Tony and I dated for nearly two years before I finally decided to break up with him at the end of last year. It's not that he wasn't a good boyfriend, because he was, he bought me flowers whenever he took me out on dates, he never pushed me into anything I wasn't comfortable with doing and he was one of the nicest people I knew. Sadly I never managed to develop any actual feelings for him and when he told me he loved me at the end of our junior year I decided it was time to stop leading the poor guy on once and for all. Fortunately, we never really had the same group of friends so I was lucky enough to avoid the awkwardness that was bound to happen between us all summer. Unfortunately, it looked like that luck had run out now as we both stared at each other for a moment, neither one of us saying a word.
"Hi." I greet softly, breaking the silence.
"Hey." he gives me a light smile and I return it without hesitation.
"Look, I'm sorry about-"
"No it's fine, we're good." he interrupts before I can finish my apology. Even though his tone was friendly I could still hear that it had a slight edge to it that wasn't there before. I try to ignore it but an uneasy feeling of what might be guilt settles in my chest.
Still, I ask "Friends?"
He nods curtly "Friends." and smiles at me once more before walking away from me. I refrain from looking back at his disappearing form.
If I'm being honest, I don't feel anywhere nearly as sad, disappointed, and guilty as I should. Yes, I might have lead him on slightly but I really did like him and it's not my fault my emotions towards him weren't as strong as his were towards me. Sometimes things like that happen in life and hey, he looked like he was doing just fine without me.
I let out a short breath before continuing the brief walk to my English class. As soon as I walk through the open wooden door of Mrs. Riley's classroom I feel the heat of someone's stare on me. I try to ignore it but finally give in when I'm comfortably seated in my usual place at the back of the room. I turn around and see none other than Hunter Pierce sitting 2 seats across from me his ice blue eyes seeming to be examining me. When our gazes collide he smiles faintly as if doing it subconsciously.
Embarrassingly the first thought that pops into my head is oh wow he has dimples. I didn't really get a chance to admire any of the expressions he made last weekend before Lindsay entered her office again but now I take my time, my eyes tracing his lips and then following their path up the rest of his perfectly handsome face.
Just as I finally smile back a voice snaps us both out of the hypnotized state we seemed to have been in.
"Welcome back class," Mrs. Riley greets with a cheerful expression and readjusts the glasses sitting on her face, a cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. "And a warm welcome Mr. Pierce, I was told you haven't had the chance to get a good look around the school. Is that true?" instead of verbally responding Hunter just briskly nods his head, his expression colder than I thought was humanly possible. Mrs. Soyer doesn't miss a beat her eyes landing on me immediately, she probably noticed us looking at each other a few minutes ago. "Miss Stone, surely you wouldn't mind giving our newest student a tour." it's not a question but a statement disguised as one.
I shrug and she takes it as an affirmative, clicking the electronic whiteboard on and starting the lesson.
This isn't going to end well.
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*semi edited*
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