All My Heart [Justin Bieber]

Chapter 21: Dear Father

Justin

I feel Melody's hand go limp, and I look up at Farah's date and see a familiar guy. he looks older, and I scrunch my eyebrows.

The familiar line of mean girls runs through my mind, He doesnt even go here!

"Hello, Melody," He speaks deeply, and I try to figure where I've seen him from.

"Dad?" Mel's voice breaks, and my mouth drops open.

I squeeze her hand even more, but she doesn't do anything, just stands there.

"Please just tell me this is a prank, or that he just gave you a ride?" She sounds as if it's reassuring herself, and she doesn't want to hear her answer.

"Melly, we've been dating for quite some time now, a year..." Farah says, and I'm disgusted.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Melody bursts, and even the music stops, everybody is turned to Melody, who I just heard really cuss.

My eyes widen even more, and she takes her hand out of mine, pushing back her father repeatedly.

"You just have to have everything I can't, don't you?" Melody sobs to her friend. "The looks, boys, My Dad!" She cries out. "Well guess what, you have it all now! Are you happy? God, why don't you just take everything away already? Fuck you!" Melody runs out and Farah shouts after her.

Before running after her I turned back to Farah. "And I thought I was pathetic." And I ran after Mel.

I tried to follow her, a guy was outside smoking, I recognized him as Fred Bermease. "Aye, Bro, you seen Melody Cruz?" He points a lanky finger left, and I follow it, "Mel? Melody?" I call out, but I don't hear anything.

I go more, where the halls started, and look in all the dark classrooms.

After not being able to find her, I sit down and put my head in my hand.

I hear light sobbing, and I get up, following it.

The janitors closet?

This is the point when the spidey senses need to kick in.

"Melody?" I knock on a locked door where I hear the crying.

"W-We don't have to talk, I just- I had problems with my Dad, I know I didn't want to be alone and-" The door opens, and Melody runs in my arms, I stumble back a bit, but hold her against me, stroking her hair.

I sat down on the floor, cradling her in my lap, while she bawled into my neck.

"J-Justin..." She cries into me, and I kiss her hair. "I know, I know." I tell her, feeling how hurt she is.

Melody

This is what I find fucking hilarious.

For the four years, Farah and I have been friends, this was the one day I didn't want to be her.

Her short blonde hair, her perfect shaped lips, aligne teeth, as I've talked about before.

I now want to be anyone but her.

Because all of that, the hair, eyes, laugh, lips, shape, is the making of a traitor. A bitch. A girl who will act like your best friend.

Am I that stupid? To believe her when she said we were best friends? Was this whole frendship based on lies? Was she only sticking with me to get with my Dad?

I weep into Justin's shoulder, and he's there, comforting me, when he could be at the dance, with his date, or with all the other girls, he was a real friend.