Good Girl Gone To Fall In Love (BOOK 3)

Chapter 24

The next day I woke up early so I could get a head start to the day. I changed into a black, leather, skater skirt, a white tank top, a jean jacket and some vans. To top it off I put on a chocker, and some studded bracelets, and threw my hair in a messy bun. When I was done getting ready I grabbed my bag and headed out. 

I decided to stop by the cafeteria to get some breakfast (which was just a piece of toast) and I walked to my vocals class. I entered the classroom one hour prior to class time and picked out a guitar. I sat in my usual seat and played my song I had going. At this point, I found it hopeless to come up with lyrics. I didn't even know what the title was!

I groaned in frustration and rubbed my eyes.

"I see someone is having a rough time," Mr. Clark, my music teacher, said. I glanced over at the door and saw him standing with a smile on his face.

"Just a little," I said softly.

"Well, I'm your teacher, I'm here to help, what's the problem?" he asked and sat down in front of me.

"I have the tune down. I just don't have the words," I explained.

"I see. Do you know what you want to write about?" he asked.

"Not really," I said.

"Well then that's the first step. Figure out what you want to write about. The words will come naturally to you by then," he said.

"But how do I figure that out?" I asked confused.

"Write about something you've experienced. No point in expressing something you know nothing about," he said.

I nodded. "Thanks," I said simply. He smiled and got up, "no problem."

He left to go back to his desk and I starred at my notebook.

Experience?

Taylor Swift has experience.

I don't.

I waved my pen a little and sighed.

This can't be that hard. I just have to think. 

I have experience with loss of a friend and friendships. And I have experience with running away from those who've hurt me. And I have experience of liking a lot of people and then playing with me.

And....I have experience with liking someone who hasn't hurt me.

What's the common factor here?

I scrunched up my eyebrows and shook my head. "Too much work," I mumbled to myself and closed my notebook in frustration.

"Easier there tiger," Vivian said. I shot her a look and she held her hands up in defense.

"Do you seriously not have your lyrics down?" she asked. I nodded. "Well hurry it up!"

I rolled my eyes and set down my guitar.

"Don't you think I would if I could?"

"Then what's the problem?" she asked.

"The problem is I don't know what to write about," I sighed.

She looked at me with a blank expression and proceeded to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You're kidding right? You don't know what to write about?" she asked with a chuckle. I kodded my head.

"Sweetheart write about love and betrayal. You have plenty of experience with that," she said. I starred at.

Did she seriously think of that on the spot? Here I am trying to figure out what I'm writing about for 2 whole weeks, and she's here figuring it out in 2 seconds.

But then, an idea struck me.

"Wait, can I do a story almost?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Vivian asked.

"No just think about it. Yeah sure I've been through love and betrayal, but I finally found happiness." I remarked.

"So you want to make a song based on your story?" Vivian cleared up.

"Indubitably," I said.

She looked at me. Once again with a blank expression and shook her head.
"Never say that again," she said. It was my turn to laugh.

"So? What do you think?" I asked.

"You're gonna be the next Taylor Swift, Mel," she said. I laughed again and started writing.

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By the time class was done I only had two verses and the bridge to my song. Although it was coming along, I still had a long way to go.

I cleaned up my area and put away my guitar. I linked arms with Vivian and we both headed our way to our next class.

While walking we unfortunately met with Leslie. I groaned and gave Vivian an annoyed look.

"Why hello girls," Leslie said.

I gave her a small smile and a wave.

"What do you want?" Vivian questioned.

"No need to be rude Vi, I-"

"Don't call me that!" Vivian snapped. Leslie stopped talking a starred at her surprised.

"As I was saying Vivian I only wanted to make it clear you will be seeing me and Alec together soon. He'll get bored of....her," Leslie said pointing at me. 

I starred at her with disgust and anger. "Back off!" I exclaimed.

"He was mine once, he'll be mine again," she said.

"Highly doubt that. Leave Alec and Melody alone you psychopath. Toodaloo!" Vivian said innocently and walked away dragging me with her.

I was still fuming while Leslie's words ran through my mind.

"How dare she?" I questioned.

"I here ya sister," Vivian said with a sigh.

"She's crazy!" I exclaimed.

"Oh you don't even know," Vivian said.

"Why does it have to be him she wants?" I asked.

"Cause for some reason the whole female population in this school finds him sexually arousing," Vivian said. I shook my head. "And you're apart of that population," she concluded.

"Well you're not wrong," I said with a blush.

"Yeah yeah," Vivian waved it off.

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When 4th period came around I was trying very hard not to look pissed. Although I knew Alec would see right through my facade, I still attempted it.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked casually.

"Your face seems more stiff. Like you're trying to hide something. What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing," I shrugged with a small laugh.

"Small laugh....something is definitely wrong," he determined.

"Babe everything is fine," I said.

"We'll talk about this later," he said and walked away to Nate. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

"Well shit," I mumbled.