Pieces of Him

Rhea Logan

Melissa's POV

"We'll be out of town, remember to tell the servants to get groceries and cook for you," her mother reminded briskly, picking up the bag that had cost a fortune or seven- not that they couldn't afford it. It totally too overpriced, quite reasonable.

"Yea, yea," Melissa muttered, busy at the computer, spreading the story of her and Cory. She smiled grimly in satisfaction as each lie was retweeted, reblogged, and typed upon the screen. The fast-paced messaging left Melissa's manicured nails tapping at the keyboard without rest for minutes at a time.

She picked up the ringing phone next to her, one hand still typing.

"Yes I am- no I was- absolutely heartbroken."

"I'm much better thank you. After all, what strong woman needs a childish man like him?"

"Oh, well. Such sophistication is extremely hard to achieve. You might be able to, or not."

"I'm sorry, I don't do autographs, but would you like a beautiful picture of me to hang in your room?"

"Love ya beotch!"

There. Now nobody would have to know the truth. Nobody could know the truth. They all trusted her. She was the queen of the school. Her territory. Cory wouldn't stand a chance.

The front door closed in the distance as her parents left. She should tell someone to get the groceries now. She would need some food, healthy ones to keep her figure, and even though there probably was some in the fridge, Melissa hated walking through the large house. It just took too damn long.

"Go get groceries," Melissa snapped at the nearest servant, clicking her fingers impatiently. "Now."

The servant barely bowed her head, her eyes flashing. "Yes."

"Miss," Melissa corrected snippily, wondering if she couldn't fire the girl. There were so many servants around already, Melissa doubted her parents would notice if one of them disappeared.

"No need to call me Miss," the servant said with a tint of sarcasm in her voice, but walked off before Melissa could react.

Melissa rolled her eyes and went back to her work.

Drew's POV

Drew's white-knuckled hands shook on the steering wheel as he jerked the blue Volvo into an abandoned alleyway. He pushed down hard on the brake, letting the car screech to a halt. Releasing his numbs hands, he laid his head back, still unable to process what had just happened.

Rhea.

My dead girlfriend.

Her name rang in his head like a chant.

Rhea. Rhea. Rhea.

His heart contracted painfully and he closed his eyes as if that would ease the pain.

Rhea Avery Logan.

He plunged into memory.

Drew looked at her out of the corner of his eye, trying not to be obvious ,though he probably wasn't succeeding.

"Hey," his friend nudged him. (NOTE: the friend is NOT Cory. This is a different school)

Drew blinked and turned."What's up?"

"When are you asking Rhea out? Come on, man. You're like totally into her."

Drew stared his friend in the eye for a long moment, trying to digest what he had said. He definitely wasn't succeeding in hiding it. "It doesn't matter to you that she..." He shifted in his seat.