White Lies and Music Notes

Chapter Eighteen

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"Leah." Melanie shook me. "Leah, talk to me." Her voice was calm and yet concerned. I looked up at her face. "Can you tell us what happened?" I nodded, trying to compose myself.

"How about you get yourself cleaned up and then we talk about it, okay?" Taylor said. I walked into the en-suit bathroom and took off my smudged mascara, and washed my face. I was just putting on new make-up when I heard the room door open. I assumed it was Roxanne until I heard his voice.

"Where is she?" It was Matt. "Where the fuck is Leah?"

"None of your god-damned business!" Melanie hissed, sticking up for me.

"I'm afraid it is kinda my business. I need to talk to her."

"Well, how about you just leave. Leah will come and talk to you when SHE wants to talk to you. Okay?" Taylor said her voice calm, yet firm.

"God, I don't give a shit. Tell me where she is."

"Fuck off, Matt."

"Tell me where she is."

With one last look into the mirror, just to check there was no trace that I had been crying, I left the room, acting all innocent.

"Guys? Is there someone here?" I looked at Matt, pretending I hadn't heard a word from their previous conversation. For a moment we just stood staring at each other. Then Matt decided to speak:

"Look, Leah. I can -"

"Leave. You can leave." I didn't let my voice waver, even slightly.

"Please, Leah. Let me explain?" He begged.

"Now. Matt. I don't want to hear your stupid excuses." I could see the hurt in his eyes. "Leave." I saw tattoo guy turn up behind him. "I'm going to say this one more time, Matt. Leave. Now." I took hold of the door and shut it slowly. "And never come back here."

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As the door shut with a click, I turned to see Melanie and Taylor standing with their mouths hanging open.

"Ugh, guys, shut your mouths, you look weird." I pulled a face.

"How the..." Melanie started.

"You've got some explaining to do, girl." Taylor said, "First you come in crying like a baby, and then, as soon as Matt appears, you act as though you aren't even hurt?"

"I wasn't hurt. That's the point." I said, catching their attention. "I walked into his room and he was snogging some blonde bitch and I just ran away. Big deal." I rolled my eyes.

"Then why were you crying?" Melanie asked, confusion written all over her face.

"Because I really liked Eric and yet he was treating me like I didn't even exist. I thought dating Matt would get his attention, but I was dead-wrong. Love isn't that easy."

Melanie nodded. "And you aren't even slightly upset that he was kissing someone else?"

"Na. I never had any feelings for him..."

My two friends were just sitting there staring at me with gobsmacked expressions.

"OMG! You are the first girl EVER to not have fallen for him!" Melanie giggled.

I smiled. "Anyway. Before all that, I had my meeting with Mrs Sanders and she said we have permission to paint our rooms and..." I prolonged the suspense, making sure I had their full attention, "And, they are putting up a new horse-riding course that freshmen are allowed to ride in, in our own time!" my voice getting higher and higher as the sentence progressed.

Melanie jumped up and squealed as she pulled me into a hug,

"Hey, guys. Where's Roxanne disappeared to this time?" I saw Melanie glance at Taylor. "What? Guys? What are you not telling me?"

"She's with her brother." Taylor said calmly. Liar. I thought, but I shrugged it off, getting my stuff together for English the next period. I nodded.

"Let's go, Taylor. We shouldn't be late for English." She grabbed her stuff and stood up.

"See ya later, Melanie." She said as we left. As we walked along the corridor, I saw Matt walking ahead of us with tattoo guy. They hadn't seen us yet and we decided they were worth eavesdropping on. Swiftly closing the gap between us, we could hear every word they were saying.

"That was a huge mistake, dude." Tattoo guy said.

"I know. Stop rubbing it in."

"What were you thinking? Why did you do it?"

"I don't really know. I thought if I had some other girl, she would get jealous or something." He said.

"Well that's just bullshit, Matt. You know she was only starting to like you. You shouldn't have done it." Taylor raised an eyebrow at me at this comment.

"Look, mate, I know. But I also know she'll forgive me in time. They all do."

"She's different. She isn't gonna be like all those other girls you dated." Matt nodded. I had an idea. I took out my phone (a shiny new iPhone I got last Christmas). I had an app, you see, called 'Fake call' or something along those lines. I put my arm in front of Taylor, indicating for her to stop. When a good distance was between us and Matt, I nodded to show her that she should begin walking again. As we walked, I pressed a button and immediately my ringtone went off. I could see Matt turning around, out of the corner of my eye. I pretended I hadn't seen him and switched on my acting skills, as I pretended to answer the phone call.

"Oh my god, Jack!" I emphasised his name. "I've missed you so much!" I left a gap as though he was answering me.

"Yeah, I know, right?" another gap:

"Na, don't worry, babe, no-one here has caught my eye." I looked up and saw Matt looking straight at me.

"Yeah. I miss you too, baby." Another gap.

"Oh that's so cool, you had better show me when I get back to England!" wait a second...

"Yeah, I have to go, too, Jack," queue gap.

"I love you too. Bye!" and I pretended to hang up.

"Who was that?" Taylor said, catching on.

"My boyfriend from back in England." She knew it was a joke. She knew that Matt was the first guy I had ever gone on a date with. Unluckily, Matt didn't. I quickly looked up at him. His face had gone as white a sheet.

Beat that Matt Sykes.