Melanie's Murder Mysteries

Chapter One - Melanie Meet Jason

Well it really was his fault, it wasn't supposed to happen that way, it just did. Cute guy see's pretty girl having a coffee at the local café, romantic girly story right? Wrong.

This story starts at that café, about six years ago. That pretty girl sitting there is me. My name is Melanie Winchester. I am twenty four now, but at the time I was eighteen. Most of my family and friends describe me as a shy, sensible and smart girl. I wonder what they would think of me if they knew.

The boy walking past the café is the guy they've been looking for. His name was Jason Pierce. He was the schools shining star; captain of the local footy team, SRC male president, and the guy that all the girls drooled over. People say he never let the power he held get to his ego, and that he sincerely cared about other peoples feelings. I could prove them all wrong if I didn't want to get found out.
He was just one if those boys who thought he could get any girl he wanted. So to prove that, as a dare, he chose to sit next to the school weirdo; me.
Sure I might be a bit strange, but we were born to be different right?

He sat next to me on the tall multi-colored stools and started to talk, just assuming that I was listening. From the whether to politics he covered all of the major topics. I decided to ignore him and pulled a tattered old copy of 'Miss Marples Murder Mysteries' by Agatha Christie out of my black and purple striped backpack and started to read. Seeing that I wasn't going to be manipulated so easily he switched tactics.
"What 'cha readin'?" He asked, looking at me to see if I was paying him any attention. I just whipped my purple ponytail in his face and said,
"Read the cover if you know how." He pulled his head back just in time, and my hair tickled the end of his nose. We talked in our new found weird way until I had finished my coffee. I got up, said good-bye, and walked off. But by the time I had reached the corner of the street that the café was on, he had grabbed the strap of my backpack and pulled me back. I threw his hand off and turned to face him.
"Do you want to go to the park with me?" he gushed, a shy smirk on his face and his pale blue eyes shining.
This was not the question I had been expecting.

We were kind of polar opposites. He had lots of friends and was footy captain, SRC male prez ect., and all that seemed to make up for his bad grades.
Whereas I had maybe two friends that I haven't seen for years , I spend all my time alone in the library, and I am the straight A student of the class. So this question did shock me because I didn't think he would be trying so hard.

Though I didn't know why yet, he wasn't going to let me be the reason he failed the dare.

I looked at him carefully, and cautiously said,
"I'm sorry, I can't. I have to study for the science test tomorrow, and so should you."
"We have plenty of time." He pleaded still holding onto the strap. "It's only three-thirty!" Why I gave in and said yes I will never know, but I lived to regret it, and he definitely did in the end.
I started towards to park, but he grabbed my hand and led me to his expensive shiny black sports car that his loaded parents had bought him for his eighteenth birthday. We got in the car and he turned down the street that led to the park close by. I bent over my dark blue phone to text Mum that I wouldn't be home for another hour or so. That was my first mistake, because when I bent over my phone he turned down a slip lane so I wouldn't feel the car turning, and instead of going to the local park, he was taking me to the outskirts of Edinburgh where one of his mate's lived.

When I looked up and saw that we where in unfamiliar surroundings, I just guessed that he was taking the scenic route.

We arrived at a different and more dead looking park behind his mate's house about fifteen minutes later. The guy's house was perfectly positioned behind the toilets in the distance.
"I'll be back in a few minutes; I really have to go." I watched him hike up the slope to where the foot path that led to the toilets. I should have gone home when he didn't come back after half an hour. Stupid me.