Little Angel

Chapter 24- It's Melly Bitch! Monday, September 1, 2014

I ran with my tears blurring vision until I knew I was safe in the confinement of my home. I panted as I ran a hand across my face to dry it off. My mind was still on the picture of Derek's car trashed with all of words and images on it. Why Derek? What has he exactly done for them to go to him? The sadness in me was quickly replaced with anger. I'm usually not the one to play with fire, but they have gone too far. I cannot let them get away with them assaulting my lover like that.

I got myself off the wall and went to the bathroom to clean myself off. When I exited the washer room I went into the kitchen, got out a bottle of sparkling apple cider, and went to the living room to watch some television. I tried to contemplate my plot on how to destroy the most popular girl in school. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do, but I save my energy for tomorrow, I know I will think of something. All I am conscious of is that I will show her, who exactly is boss.

I didn't know what time it was when I heard the front door open. Funny, the first thing Derek said was about the bottle in her hand.

"Melina Martinez, what the hell are you doing?" He asked.

I swear he thinks he is my father, right now. I know he's concerned about my well being, but still.

"Watching TV. What does it look like I'm doing?" I said, noting how casual I sound.

I saw him crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to looking at me. "That bottle in your hand. Is that alcohol?"

"What? No. You know I can't drink that trash. Nor do I want to. No, this is just sparkling apple cider." I said, "It's no big deal."

I'm honestly kind of hurt that Derek would accuse me of that. I've only took a sip alcohol once on New Year's Eve and I knew that it wasn't right for me.

I heard him sigh in relief. "Are you okay?"

"Fine. Never better." I said.

With my plot building in my mind, I knew I was going to be. Eventually.

He sighed again as he sat right next to me."You can talk to me if you'd like."

I know, but there's really nothing to talk about.

"Really. I'm fine. In fact I'm happier that I could ever be. Those kids want to be nasty? Fine. Let them be nasty. But they can't expect that people won't fight back for long." I smirked, raising the green bottle to my lips.

I saw the fear brew in his chocolate eyes at my words.

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Tuesday, September 2, 2013

Twenty-three Weeks Pregnant

I woke up early that morning to dress myself in the hottest clothes that I could wear at the moment. Nothing skimpy, just a blue, denim jacket with a black, pleated skirt and a matching colored, ray ban sunglasses. I colored my lips, red and grabbed a lollipop before I exited the house and headed towards the car. I felt so determined today that I asked Derek if I could drive his car to school. He seemed skeptical at first, afraid that I might run someone over with the vehicle, but he gave me the keys after I told him I am just fine.

He raised an eyebrow at me as I put on my seatbelt, "Mel?"

I hummed in response.

"What are you up to?" Derek asked, worried hinted in his voice.

"Don't worry about it, tiger." I responded as I turned on the ignition. "Everything will be just fine."

He kept staring as I sped away into the sunlight. Today is going to be fantastic once Brittany learns who is savage.

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We were stopped by the King and Queen bee of the school, the minute Derek and I entered the facility. Brittany opened that big mouth of hers as she tried to say something, but I held a finger, preventing from saying anything. To be honest, I was nervous, but it wasn't enough to stop me from saying what I got to say.

"No, no, no. I talk, you listen." I said. "You're a bitch and you should be ashamed of yourself."

I heard everyone gasp around me, including Derek, but it didn't phase me. Am I out of my mind? Maybe, but I know the same people thought the same thing since the day they met the blonde cheerleader. I'm just the only one to say something out loud to her face.

"And Blake, you're an asshole." I continued, causing everyone to gasp again. "Have a good day, peasants."

I knocked Brittany's pom poms out of her hands and kicked them to side, so couldn't reach them before I pushed past her on my way to my locker.

Was that the wrong thing to do? Yes. Am I sorry? No. I am so fed up with those two acting like they rule the place and everyone kissing their feet. They don't deserve the royalty treatment that they are getting because all they do is treat people horribly. As of yesterday, I am determined to let them know that I am no longer their victim and I hope it inspires people to do the same. It's Melly, bitch!