All My Heart [Justin Bieber]

Chapter 10: Thinking of You

Melody

This weekend was a long one. And I was thankful it was monday.

I looked like crap, my hair was down, and in my waves, while I put some yoga pants on, accompanied by a tank top. Today I had gym, and decorations for the dance.

Which the boys are gonna help with. Is Justin gonna help, too? He didn't say . . 

"Melody!" A deep voice calls my name, and I groan.

Who is it? I mentally snap, and turn to see a blonde boy running towards me. "Sam, hi." I wait for him, as he catches up, and we walk. 

"So . ." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly and I stop at my lake green/blue locker.

"So . .?" I mimicked, and pulled out my Chemistry book. 

Why does that make me think of Justin?

Oh honey, everything makes you think of Justin.

And for once, I don't swat my conscious away, and sigh. "Hello Samuel. Class is going to get here soon enough, and I don't want to leave you hanging, but—"

"Will you go to the last dance with me?" Sam cuts in, and I stare. I forgot about dates to this thing.

How do I reject him? 

"Uh—" and he cuts me off once again.

"I've liked you since Sophomore year . . And now there's a rumor hopping around that you like me, too. It's just . . You're so — I don't even know!" 

God he sounds like Justin.

"Sam, I—" Stopping I look around, "I wasn't planning on bringing a date . ."

You would say yes in a millasecond if Justin had been the one asking. So, my subconscious is back to bitch mode.

Sam's face falls. "But, I'll have to make an exception. Because that was so sweet." I smile, and try to hug him.

"Really? Mel!" Sam wraps his arms around me, and squeezes.

"You're still helping with decorations, right?" I ask letting go. Once I'm out of his grasp, I most likely physicially relaxed in front of everyone.

"Of course. JB's gonna bring some music so we can fix up the gym. We gotcha, babe!" He kisses my cheek as the bell rings, an I give a half-ass wave. I only want Justin, and that's a problemo. 

***

 In Chem class, Justin took a seat next to me, and gave me a sad smile. "Cheer up buttercup." I sang, and ruffle up his might-as-well-win-a-noble-prize-hair.

He groaned shrouding himself. "You look good today." He tells me, and I laugh, disbelieving that sentence fully.

"What do you want, Bieber?" I coo, and I hope he doesn't say Farah this time. 

"To give you a compliment. You've helped me, even though it doesn't seem like it. And I'm pretty sure you're going to fail this test."

"There's a test?" My eyes bludge, and he cracks a smile, shaking his head.

"One of a kind, Mel." 

***

Justin

It's weird.

Melody . . She . . I don't even know. She makes me feel confident, like, amazing about myself.

Like me. 

And she most likely doesn't realize it. 

Looks like we'll have to tell someone else a little something, too? The voice in the back of my head cooes.

All I know is last night, all I was thinking about was Mel. 

I missed her.