The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 6, Continued, Again

For a few seconds I was frozen in place, just long enough for Caleb to be lost in the crowd as he pushed his way to our classroom, thinking I was with him. Then I pushed my way as far away from the voice as possible until I couldn't bear it anymore and I finally spun around to face the familiar beautiful dark skin of Melody Summers. "Bloody Hell, Melody. I've already told you that you can't call me that." I told her.
"Whatever. Can I talk to you?" She asked.
I scoffed. "Why?"
"I haven't heard from Aiden in a while. I keep texting him but he won't reply."
"Ever stop to think that maybe, just maybe, it's intentional?"
"You're funny Mads."
"I'm not gonna say it again Melody. Don't. Call. Me. Mads. You've been told way too many times that you're not allowed to."
"And yet, I do it anyway. Where's Aiden? I haven't seen him since my baptism."
"Obviously not here."
"Stop dodging the question Mads. Where is my boyfriend?"
"I'm this close to beating you senseless. He was the only one who could call me Mads! Mom and Dad weren't even allowed to. Who in the Hell do you think you are to call me that. We aren't family, and we aren't even friends. I don't like you Melody, I never have."
"Why not? Why do you hate me Madelyn, I've never done anything to you!"
"He wasn't supposed to have a girlfriend. He was on a great path, then you came along and his entire train derailed. He was failing, we could all see it. He stopped training, he quit the drill team, he stopped coming on missions with us. You made him sloppy and we all paid the price, so excuse me if I don't want to talk to you." What was previously a tunnel vision of my anger at Melody turned into the realization that I had drawn a crowd.
"Missions? What missions? What do you mean ‘paid the price’? Are you seriously this dramatic?"
"You don't know anything Melody, and you ruined everything. I need to get to class. Don't ever talk to me again and lose Aiden's number because I can guarantee he will never text you back." I pushed through the crowd and took a shaky breath in, realizing that I had said was. I said was, as in was alive. Talk about sloppy, I need to go on another mission and get my life together. Now I had to go to a stupid class for forty-five minutes and ignore stupid people spreading stupid rumors about me. I wondered how mad Oliver would be if I ditched school and went to the club. He would probably kill me. I was gonna do it anyway though.