School secrets

Melody's POV.

I really, REALLY hate nail polish.

Like honestly, I don't like it, because it's so hard to put on and even harder to get off, plus when it chips even the littlest bit, it looks a total mess!

Cherry loves it though. She always has red nail polish on, like a trademark.

The reason I'm saying this is, 1; I'm picking the black varnish off as we speak.

2; I'm nervous. So I'm babbling.

I glance over at Tristan's sleeping form, remembering the day he left.

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"Trist?" I look behind me, whispering his name. I can't get caught. I'm only 14, I'm not ready to die yet.

"Trist?" I call a little louder.

"There she is!" I hear. Two guys running at me, I panic. I'm a flight over fight till the end.

Which was now.

I slam my fist in to the ones throat, knocking him out, and while the others still running, I use his momentum to kick him and send him in his front. I quickly press a pressure point at his neck.

"The boy was right." I heard him mutter.

Wait... He told them where I was?

End.

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Joey's POV.

Tristan...Tristan... Where have I heard that name, seen that face.

He's so familiar.

Then it hits me.

There was a time when I went to Melody's and she wasn't there, her mom told me to go on up, so, being the creep I was decided to snoop around her room.

I found a picture if her and that guy, laughing and smiling. I remember feeling so jealous I could barely stand it.

I asked about him a few moths later, only for her face to change into anger and her to say "traitor"

So... Who was he.

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Melody POV

"Mellie?!?!" I hear him say, when he finally comes too.

I bite my lip. I loved it when he came up with that name, everyone does it, but he always had.

"Tristan. I'd say it's nice to see you again but, it really isn't." I say, my voice cold.

"Wait-what?" He said, his eyes flashing with hurt.

This tore me up inside, but what could I do?

"You know why." I reply, gaining every bit of strength with those words. "now. We have some things to brief you on."

He say there for two hours while I asked him question after question, confirming his identity.

Tristan Collins.

17

Blond, blue eyes

6"1

There was one question, right at the end that made him start.

"Now, one final question,"

"Go on."

He sounded so happy, like he wasn't the person who left me on a mission, telling the guards where I was, and never spoke to me again.

Like he wasn't the one who broke me.

"Why did you leave me all those years ago?"

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Ahhhhh.

Soon my pretties. Soon you shall see why I love Tristan.

Well. Not much to say.

But.

Love you all

Spread the word.

Rach❤️