Mission Impossible

Chapter 29~ The Wall To Help You Think

CLARA'S POV

  "Charlie is so good!" Claire told me as we stepped back into our dorm room, Melissa creeping behind us, no doubt planning something to anger me. We had won the football game 17 to 43, and Harry had scored two touchdowns, both thrown by Tanner. I can't begin to imagine what was running through Harry's head as Tanner patted him on the back after his touchdown... I'm surprised neither one of them came out injured.

  "Yeah, he's good," I stated, placing my pom poms on the ground before slipping off my white shoes.

  "Did he play at your old school?" Melissa asked me and I gritted my teeth.

  "No he hasn't been playing long," I told her, not appreciating his prying.

  "But he's so good!" Melissa remarked. "Come to think of it, you both seem to pick things up rather quickly. Like archery, or boxing. Special skills, huh?" she added. I shrugged, and pretended not to be interested when all I wanted to do was know what she knew.

  "Leave her alone, she looks tired," Claire said, already in her pajamas. Melissa smirked while continuing to change, and I followed their lead. Once all of us were changed and in bed, we turned off the lights, and I realized just how tired I was.

   I was awoken two hours later when I heard a dresser drawer close slowly, I stayed still until I felt someone near me, then I whipped my head around and sat up, only to discover a unarmed Melissa, her only dangerous thing the smirk she wore.

  "What, no gun under your pillow?" she asked and my heart stopped, even though I knew it was just another test.

  "No, they took it when I walked in the school," I retorted, and I saw as Melissa was struggling to tell if I was joking or had just finally given up and was telling her what she had suspected. Then again I still wasn't sure what she suspected..

  "Funny," Melissa finally decided, yet she didn't move from above my bed.

  "What are you doing over here? It's midnight," I told her, pretending to be groggy.

  "This fell out of my drawer," Melissa said, holding up an object I couldn't make out with the lack of light in the room.

  "Well now that you have it, you may return to your bed," I said, motioning her away from me.

  "Yeah, you're right," Melissa said before turning away. She then dropped whatever she had been holding, and soon after I felt something wet.

  "Melissa!" I whisper-yelled, and she faked shock.

  "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! That's juice! Here I'll help you wash it out," Melissa said, gathering my sheets and ushering me out with her towards the bathroom. It was obvious she was trying to get me alone, but I wasn't scared. If anything I was slightly relieved. Maybe I could wrap this up finally and go home with Harry.

  Once finally alone, Melissa stuffed my sheets in a washing machine and turned to me, a slight smile on her face.

  "Sorry about the juice. My hands just aren't as quick as yours," she told me, referring back to when I had caught her water bottle without even looking its direction.

  "What do you want Melissa?" I questioned, tired of her games.

  "I just wanna get to know you better," she said, pushing herself off the machine and walking towards me.

  "Why?" I asked again, pushing myself up off another machine to show my full height, showing her I wasn't afraid.

  "You just seem interesting is all," Melissa explained, but I didn't believe it. I may have never gone to high school, but I was pretty sure this wasn't how girls made friends.