Friends with Wolves

Chapter Three //

HAS BEEN REWRITTEN

Chapter Three - Melody POV

I couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of myself for the rest of the day, and I could tell Hazel felt the exact same way because she just couldn't stop grinning. Every time I pictured their facial expressions in my mind, I would laugh, remembering the whole scene all over again.

I felt great because I had done it, but never had I ever acted like that before. I had always kept my mouth shut and never said anything, but for the first time, I had actually participated in something. I had proved that I wasn't completely helpless.

As I pulled out my books and folders from my locker and shoved them into my bag, Hazel came up behind me, still grinning.

"You're still smiling." I pointed out, poking her cheek.

"I just keep seeing their shocked faces, it was amazing." Hazel laughed, helping me as I struggled to shove the rest of my folders and books into my bag. After I swung my bag over my shoulder, I shut my locker door, double checking to make sure it was locked.

One time I had accidently left it unlocked and someone had gotten into it, stolen my English essay which I had stayed up until two in the morning to finish and sabotaged my locker. So the next time I had opened it, water balloons dropped onto my head, drenching me with water. I went home early that day, not wanting to stay around the students who just laughed every time they saw me. Not to mention, I didn't have any spare clothes and I didn't plan on walking around in drenched clothes.

I adjusted the straps over my shoulders as I walked beside Hazel down the hallway, dropping my gaze to look at my feet as we passed on of the few kids who attended the music lessons during lunch. Around us, people rushed past, wanting to leave school as quickly as possible.

"Did you hear the news?" Hazel asked suddenly.

"What news?"

"Apparently Oakley Lane High has been closed down."

"Really?" I was surprised. Oakley Lane High was a private school that rarely accepted people, apparently not even the smartest student from my primary school had made it into that school. They were gutted, but still the top student at this school.

"Yeah, some of the students will be attending this school now." She told me.

"No way."

"I know, it's going to be weird. I bet they're all from very posh and rich families, you know, the kind that you don't want to mess with." Hazel explained, giggling as we pushed our way through the crowd.

I reached up to fix my ponytail, quickly slipping through the gap as Hazel pushed the door open. The fresh air hits my face and I can't help but sigh with relief, I could finally go home.

We both weaved out way through the crowd, away from the parking lot where most of the students were heading. Most of the students drove to and from school, or caught the bus. Hazel and I just walked, we found it so much easier.

We finally make our way out of the crowd and we begin to head in the direction we usually walk.

But for the first time ever, I heard someone following us. At first, I resisted the urge to look back and see who it was, but eventually, my curious nature got the better of me and I peaked a glance. My eyes widened almost instantly as I took in the thin figure that stood behind us. It was Chelsea, the girl from the music lessons.

To add to my surprise, Naomi stands a little further behind her, her sickly sweet smile spread across her lip gloss coloured lips. Several other girls stand behind Naomi, but they looked completely disinterested, as if they had just been forced to come with her.