Freshman

For never was there a tale of more woe

Mel's POV

Oh my god.

She's on drugs?!

I stuff the bag back in the pocket, and try to slow my breathing.

I could've had a fit, and freaked out in front of everyone. But I didn't.

I have to address this situation calmly, and carefully. If I say the wrong thing, she won't ever want to talk to me again.

Who am I kidding?! She's on drugs for Christ's sake!

I take her jacket, our shopping bags and head for the washroom in a contained rage.

How? How could she do this?!

Her Dad is a cop! How stupid can she get?!

I slam my hand on the swinging door, and walk through.

She's washing her hands at sink with a dirty mirror. Dani looks startled.

"Woah, was that you who slammed the door?!" she laughs, and flicks her hands at the floor to get the excess water off.

I don't say anything, just stare at her.

"What's your deal?" she asks. "Did someone piss you off?"

"Yeah someone did." I growl and she looks fearful now.

"Mel calm down."

Calm down?!

"Is there anyone else in here?" I ask, trying to control my anger. She bends down and looks at the space under the stall doors.

"No, but there probably will be soon. Whatever you gotta say, say it now." she says. My blood is boiling in my veins. How could she not know what I'm angry about?!

"Calm down?!" I exclaim and drop the bags at my feet.

"Are you bull sh*tting me right now? Guess what I found in your jacket!"

Her facial expression changes from shock, to pure confusion.

"How did you.." She starts, but I cut her off.

"How did I? You're," I want to say doing drugs, but I don't want anyone to hear. "What we both know you're doing. You could at least hide it better. There's this thing called Mall Security."

"It's not what you think." she exhales and runs her fingers through her hair.

"Well I found you know what in your jacket how is it not what I think?" My foot taps on the tile floor and she hangs her head low.

"I'm selling it." she says quietly. "I was supposed to sell it to a guy today."

"You're selling this sh*t?!" I ask, my voice a little lower. She nods.

"I'm helping out Lizzy, she's going to lose her house. I've only sold it a couple times."

"Once is enough for you to go to jail." I tell her, ignoring Lizzy's possibility of homelessness. "Your Dad's a cop. My Dad's a cop. What's going through your head? Oh wait I'll tell you: nothing! It's probably been fried from you know what!" I almost yell.

She takes a step toward me. "Please don't tell anyone Mel, I can't have anyone knowing. I swear to you that I'm not doing them."

"How do I know?" I ask.

She purses her lips. "Slap swear."

"Slap swear?" I ask.

When Dani and I were little and we had secrets, we would slap swear. We got it from iCarly, and it's stuck with us ever since.