Good Boy, Bad Girl

How To Make Angel Reeds Trust You: A Guide By Bobby Jameson

A long ass title for a long ass chapter. I was right about not updating yesterday, sorry about that. This chapter is the longest so far though, so I hope it was worth the wait!

Bobby: Hey, Mel, can I ask you something?

Mel: Sure! Fire away :3

Mel must be the only person in the world who doesn't immediately panic when someone asks them that. It's honestly quite impressive.

Bobby: This is a weird question, but do you know if Angel and Lilia ever had a relative called Hope?

Mel: Oh.

Mel: I'm sorry, Bobby, but I can't answer that.

Bobby: It's okay, I understand. I didn't expect an answer.

Mel: I'm sorry. I must seem like such a hypocrite, getting my nose stuck into Taylor's personal life and not telling you anything about Angie's.

Bobby: No, no, it's okay. I understand. Besides, with Taylor, you were helping. I'm just being curious.

Mel: Yeah, I guess.

The conversation Mel and I had over text last night is repeating itself in my head like a broken record as Angel and I sit on Lilia's settee. We're watching a rerun of Total Wipeout, but honestly, people falling of excessively large red balls is the last thing on my mind right now.

My parents and Alexander are away once again, and will be until tomorrow. I was going to stay home alone, as I have done for five years whenever they leave, but Jake immediately decided that I was coming over and staying with him and Lilia. I had no objections, especially not when I found out Angel was at Lilia's for the weekend too. It's been a while since it been the two of us and as much as I love Mel and Taylor, I wanted some alone time with my crush.

Wait. I wasn't supposed to admit that.

Ah, screw it. It's not like you all couldn't tell. I'm shit at hiding stuff. You must have known from the beginning, right?

Speaking of hiding things, Taylor moved in with Mel the other week, the Sunday after he told us about everything going on with Thomas and his parents. Nobody else at school knows minus the teachers, and you can tell how much happier Taylor is. They'll be a court case before too long to get Thomas into jail, and both Taylor and Mel are testifying against him. Angel and I wanted to, but the prosecution lawyer believed that would be slightly excessive. Thomas has no defence, anyway, even though he's pleading not guilty.

Angel's yawn snaps me out of my reverie and I turn my head to look down at her. There are dark circles under her eyes like thieves hanging from a noose and she's as pale as a pearl as opposed to her normal cream coloured skin. "Didn't you get much sleep last night?" I ask, slightly concerned.

"Much? Try none." She yawns. "My parents were really loud yelling last night."

"Do they fight a lot?" I ask cautiously, not wanting to push too hard. She just shrugs.

"You could say that."

It's silent for a little while longer before I hesitantly speak. "Hey, Angel, can I ask you something?"

Her eyes suddenly shine with wariness but she nods regardless. I clear my throat and continue. "How did you manage to make Taylor understand with just a look the other day? He looked ready to bury us alive until you and he stared at each other."