Living with the bad boy

Second Thoughts

Chapter title credits to: @XxSkaterPigsxX

~Melody's pov~

I sat up and got ready for school, I walked downstairs and grabbed everything I needed.

I got to school and felt like I was missing something but I didn't know exactly if I missing something. I shrugged it off and went to class.

~Blake's pov~

Melody came to class and sat down, I noticed she didn't have sweater today, she probably left it in the room. I started kicking her chair. She turned around and whispered yelled "what?" I smirked and said "oh nothing but I think you left your sweater in the room." She turned around and sighed.

~Melody's pov~

So that's what I was missing, I was missing my sweater, great now I have to hide my cuts and scars somehow. I looked at the clock and saw that we only had 15 minutes left in this class.

{Later That Day}

I walked near a door and someone pulled me in the classroom. I noticed it was the same classroom as last time, I sighed and turned around. I looked into Blake's grey eyes and said "yes?" he sighed and grabbed my hand and said "what happened?" I looked at him confused, "what do you mean what happened?" I asked. He rolled his eyes and said "to your fucking arm." I bit my bottom lip and mumbled "nothing," he tighten his grip and said "Melody, there is obviously a reason why your whole arm, from your wrist to you shoulder is full of cuts and scars." I sighed, I guess I had to tell him, I looked him the eyes and said "let go of me first," he sighed but agreed. I looked him in the eyes and said "I cut myself but I had these cuts and scars for a while, but the reason I have them is because of you and your friends." I left the classroom before he could say something. I left him there to think.

{At The House}

I got to the house and Blake wasn't there, I sighed and took a shower and got ready for bed.

~Blake's pov~

I couldn't believe that me and my mates caused her to cut her whole arm. I groaned in frustration, the only reason I actually bullied her and messed with her was because I liked her but didn't know how to expressed it. I guess I have to tell her how I feel about her and why I'm always messing with her.