Rise

Chapter 1

"Meet me outside in the parking area, right babe?"

I groan, why did I agree to this?

Harry flashes his smile, he could kill someones child and the mother would be fine with it.

His smile was literally that perfect.

"Yeah whatever, bye."

I walk off, not giving time to listen to his response, or even him inhaling.

I just want to go through my new schedule and go home.

Not too much to ask, right?

I walk through the crowd of people, some couples stood in the corners of the halls.

His hands on her butt, her hands on his neck.

If you want to know something about me, I absolutely hate PDA.

Save it for the bedroom thanks, oh, also don't forget to use protection.

I'm done with people I know ending up on "Teen Mom."

I slam through a few people, not really caring, I just want to get to my first class.

"Room 314. English. Teacher: Mrs. Carlucci."

I look across the halls at room numbers.

"310,311,312,3-"

I suddenly get slammed into a locker, not surprising.

This happens.

A lot.

And people wonder why I want to go home so badly?

I peel myself off of the locker and walk away, pretending nobody saw that.

But everyone saw it.

I sigh, walking into my first class, throwing my things onto a random desk in the back.

"I'm sitting there Mel Lester."

The class bursts into laughter.

I don't know what is happening but either my cheeks burst up in flames or I am embarrassed.

My cheeks probably are lit up in flames, I'm very flammable when near idiots.

I take my stuff off of the desk and move across the room, I want to be as far away from these people as possible.

I slump down in my seat, staying hidden behind the shadows.

If you're still wondering as to why they called me 'Mel Lester' it's because my name is Melanie Wigan.

I get nick names like:

'Mel Lester'

'Mel with the weave'

'Mel wears wigs'

You know, that jazz.

It's not fun, but I ignore it.

I don't have a weave by the way.

I like being called "Ella."

I'm nineteen, I have light brown hair, not dark brown, light brown.

Theres the occasional blonde streak that likes to escape and show itself but, overall brown.

It goes down to my shoulders and I usually wear it in a pony tail.

I have bangs that go to the middle of my cheek.

I don't like explaining but if Hayley Williams and Cassadee Pope had a baby together you'd end up with me.

I have dark blue eyes too, fun.

The teacher walks into the room, waiting a moment for everyone to get settled and sit down.

It is the first day and most teachers usually go easy on everyone, right?

But this is university, they expect "scholars who are ready to learn."

Well no I'd love to drop out and continue life working at a McDonald's but I guess it's "not a proper lifestyle" says my parents.

The day goes by like a breeze, in and out and did what was told. Simple, hard at times.

Basically like sex.

Not that I would know what that's like.

I walk to the parking area where Harry and I are supposed to meet.

He always drives me to school, and from school.

That's all there was between us.

I didn't talk to him much anymore, all he is was the person who's mom knows my mom.

I walk around the parking area, searching for Harry and the car.

Once I locate it, Harry is in the car drumming the steering wheel, the radio blasting through.

I tap the window.

He looks up and snaps out of his little performance.

He smiles and turns the radio down.

I hear giggling, I make Harry lower the window so I can get a look of the noise.

Two girls are in the back, laying across the seat.

I sigh. This is the third time this month.

"Uh I have to go to the store for some things, see you later I guess."

I walk away from the car as fast as I can, trying not to trip over people and cars.

Don't trip.

Don't trip.

Don't trip.

Don't trip.

Don't-

I fucking trip.

My books fly everywhere, people laugh as they step over me.

I stand up and brush the asphalt off of my jeans.

I grab a book, lightning strikes across the field, I pick up a paper, thunder growls, I picked up another book, thunder roars louder.

As if this day could get any worse.

I stumble away, Harry and his girlfriends drive speeding down the road, laughing at themselves.

The distance to my apartment from the university was a mere five miles.

I step over to the cross-walk.

So it begins.