The Melody Of Us

the birthday prince

FIVE MONTHS AGO

Shutting off my locker, I adjust the mound of books in my arms and start walking.

The ear plugs hanging loose behind the curtain of my hair, several inches thick books in one hand and my phone in the other, I look like someone who's just had a mutual interaction with the arithmetic professor.

My leather boots leave a tapping sound behind them and the people turn their heads to face me. A wild smirk plays on my face and I love it how I make the guys swoon.

A wink here and a flying kiss there.

"Liana!" I turn around, just to find my girl, Heather walking towards me.

"Hey, babe!" I grin, hugging her.

"Hey, beautiful! Look at you, my god! Someone's looking something."

"Lol, always!" I laugh. "So, what's up?"

"Uh, nothing. I have my calc group test today. I feel like dumping myself inside the ghostly well we saw in that cheap movie."

"Idiot. I don't remember which test I had today."

"Oh, chill up! Just wink at Mr. Morgan and he'll oblige you."

"Who's that?"

"The chemistry professor." She frowns.

"Oh. Whatever."

"So? How's the birthday boy?" She rubs her hands together and I blush, the evil red shade crawling up my neck and attacking my cheeks.

"Awww! Didn't know someone had the calibre of making you go red in the face!" Heather squeals and I roll my eyes.

"Shut up, Heather." I smack her arm.

"And he turns?" Her voice is a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

"Nineteen." I smile, his face crawling up in front of my eyes.

"Wow. Still a teen." She winks and I roll my eyes again. "Oh, by the way? Looks like the release of his new album is on the cards!"

"I know!" I squeal, and curse immediately. Not acceptable.

"What's it called?" Heather asks, whilst switching off her phone.

"Hiding Away!

"What's that?"

"Well, he refuses to open up about the album before it gets an official release."

"That's bad. For you, I mean."

"Shut up."

"Beware people! Mrs. Liana Gabriel Stone is walking through the aisle. Make way for her!" Several heads turn in my direction and I look away, kicking Heather furiously.

The bell rings and we hurry for our homeroom.
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@thisisGabyStone HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!😘😘

OMG, YOU'RE 19!!! BIG DAY, @thisisGabyStone!!!!!!😍😍😍😍

My man's a yr older, chigaaasss!!!! Happy nineteenth, love! Ur d best @thisisGabyStone

I put down all the comments and groan. Operating on a fan page is nothing more than a havoc!

These creepy young girls make me go crazy with their comments. Thank God Gabriel didn't even try to follow my page back. He would've died already with the amount of inept stuff being shared and updated continuously.