The One and Only Chapter

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Author's Note: I came across this chapter in my drafts. It's something I wrote a long time ago but never finished. Maybe someday I'll continue it, but until then, why not share it? 

Originally Titled: "Dear Melanie Jeffers, I Hate You!"

   A pair of squeaky converse made their way down the hallway. It was otherwise quiet, the way it usually is between classes. All the doors were closed, except for the one leading outside, that Jordan Haeber had just entered through.

   The door slammed shut and a petite blonde glanced up from her locker. She froze, her manicured fingers still clasping the metal locker door. She swiveled to face him, a pleased smirk settling onto her face.

   He approached, crossing the distance in just a few strides. His lips parted as if he were about to speak, but he quickly closed them and reached out his hand to take hers.

   "Does this mean you guys are over?" Melanie Jeffers asked to break the silence. She looked up at Jordan expectantly, making sure to bat her big brown eyes a few times for good measure.

He nodded once, squeezing her hand. "She's pissed." He said quietly, hiding a smile.

   Melanie squeezed his hand back triumphantly and then pulled him closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his. They fit together perfectly. It's like fate, she thought wistfully, enjoying herself as his hands wandered down her slim frame affectionately.

   Farther down the hallway a locker slammed shut. "Slut," someone coughed.

   The two lovebirds broke apart and Melanie turned around, ready to shoot daggers. "Excuse me?" She snapped, her hands finding their rightful place on her nonexistent hips. Her eyes settled on the only person in the hallway; Heather Marlo.

   Heather was a tall athlete, with long legs and confident posture. Her wavy brown hair was tucked behind one ear and her green eyes were narrowed on Melanie. "How could you did this to Alicia?" She said, hugging her school books to her chest.

   Melanie shut her locker and sauntered over to Heather, leaving Jordan behind. She pursed her lips. "That girl got what was coming to her," she said calmly. "She's such a prude. He was going to get tired of her eventually." She looked down at her nail beds boredly.

   Jordan hovered back at Melanie's locker, his expression on edge. He took a few steps back, then turned and pushed through the doors he'd come through.

   Heather watched the doors shut behind him. She clucked her tongue. "You're just going to use him aren't you?" She tested. "Like you did Chad. Then he'll know how Alicia feels."

   Melanie pondered the idea for a moment. "Who knows," she thought out loud. "It's only December." She glanced over her shoulder at where Jordan had been standing. "Why not have a little fun?" She let out a confident laugh.

   "Why not?" Heather gasped. "Because he's a good guy. He's new here, Mel. He doesn't know what you're capable of- and him and Alicia were perfect together!"

   Melanie waved her away dismissively. "It's just like you to get in the middle of things." She teased, taking a small step away. "Now let's just forget about this, okay? I need you at my party Friday night."

   Her fingernails dug into the sides of her Algebra book. "That's this Friday?" Heather squeaked.

   "Uh, duh." Melanie said, flipping her hair. "And you know who's going to be there." She gave Heather a knowing look, then brushed past her and starting walking towards the other end of the hallway.

   Heather stared after her, shaking her head in defeat. "I still won't forgive you for what you're doing to her," Heather called out.

   The doors opened at the end of the hall and a gust of winter air blew in, lifting Melanie's hair golden locks off her shoulders dramatically. She paused their a moment with her hand on the door. "Say what you will," she sighed. "But you're coming to my party."

And that's all I have.

Author's Note: Also, I didn't edit it, so any mistakes or weirdness is a result of my writing skills a year ago. Thank you for reading and hopefully I'll write something new soon!

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