Walls Up (One Last Time #1)

Realisation Never Felt Better

Chapter Twenty-Two

Realisation Never Felt Better

Okay, I'm writing this book WAY TO FAST. But that's good right? Because once I'm finished with this book I'll start the sequel to Ten Dates in Ten Weeks. If you haven't read that book you should! You don't have to but I'd really appreciate it if you did .-. But this book is not over so soon yet!

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Music, DT, PE, Science. That's my schedule for today. And right now I'm in music bored as hell. You know this morning I felt something when I saw that hickey. I felt ashamed in a way, ashamed of what I did. And I intend not think about it at all until it disappears.

I gently tap the black and white keys on the piano as Ms Len spoke to the class about different speeds and tempos. I knew all of this because of my private lessons I was forced to go to as a child. I gently fingered the keys of a song I can't seem to get out of my head. I mumbled the lyrics as I played the notes, without actually pressing them.

"Okay Melody, you got that? Lower your speed to andante on verse two then completely stop on three. Got it? Okay band! 3, 2, 1 and go!" I nod in understanding and pressed the keys for the starting count off then switch to the music laid in front of me.

This is soo boring. I'm not even part of the bloody class! Thanks to the stupid parent teacher conference last semester I stuck playing the flipping piano and not exotic instruments like the flute or trumpet or tenor or alto saxophone or even the clarinet! Just because I was sighted as 'special' and my 'gift' of playing the piano shouldn't be wasted. Well do you know what I say to that mum? F*ck it.

So now I'm stuck being the teachers assistant and the annoying thing about this is I get attention I don't want. I always get called a teachers pet and pushed around like a fucking rag doll.

But the song is over, and that's a good thing. But I still have 10 minutes left, and that's bad. "...Melody?"

I snap out of my gaze and look up at the caller. I smile and nod. "Yeah Kyle?" He smiles. He hasn't asked about Conrad, and I was scared he already told Kyle but he seems so cool and calm so I doubt he did. Though he did ask me about my choice of clothing and I answered that I was trying something new.

But when he saw me he didn't kiss me, he didn't try and hold my hand, he didn't hug me or do anything romantic in particular. I bit my lip thinking that he found out but then he did steal a quick kiss on the cheek before class. But I didn't think it was real, more to get Conrad to stop staring at me, or my neck.

I casually move my hair to the side of my face where the 'bruise' is as I spot Conrad staring at me in the distance.

"You okay? You seem distracted." I'm still looking at Conrad but I quickly look back at Kyle and smile my widest.

"Oh nothing, just a little tired as all. Don't worry." He packs away his saxophone and I close my books and hold them to my chest. Kyle is busy tucking his sax away I quickly take a glance at Conrad. He smirks a wink, I scoff and look down at Kyle who stands up and wraps an arm around my torso. "Ready?"

I nod and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Let's go." We walk out the music room, and out the door. The entire time I could feel Conrad staring at me, but not just at me. At my neck.

We reach the bleachers at the field and since Kyle's on the football team he joins his buddies. He recently joined a few days ago and they noticed his skill as a midfielder so quickly they made a spot for him. He has a jersey and everything. He doesn't let me wear it though. Nor does any of the footballers to their girlfriends.