Madeline Rose Belle's POV
You got this Mads. How hard can it be? He's just another teenage boy.
Except he's Rave Achilles.
"Are you nervous?" I looked over to my best friend Haley Jones.
"Yep. " I answered shortly as I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. 10 minutes till dismissal.
"You know you don't really have to do it right? Harry was just being Harry. " she replied.
"I have to do this. I said I would and I always stand by my words. " I replied. 5 more minutes. Possibly the last 5 minutes of my life.
"Don't worry Mads. I'll make sure you'll look pretty on your funeral. " I rolled my eyes at her. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why she is my bestfriend.
BRING!
We stood up and began walking to the back of the school, where The Clique hangs out. I was certain I'd find Rave Achilles here.
Soon enough, I saw him. His back was turned but I knew it was him due to his muscular figure, and authoritative aura he has around him.
"Goodluck. " I nodded then proceeded to walk towards him. All around me I heard whispers and I could already see people belonging to the clique start to stiffen and tense as I walked closer and closer. My heart was beating like a drum. I am now standing directly behind Rave Achilles.
I slowly lifted up my shaking hands and gave him a tap on the back. He turned around, shock forming in his eyes.
Mustering up all my courage, I decided to speak.
"H-hi. "
"Mate. "
