Falling This Hard

The Fight

So things might get a little tense from here on as Melanie's past slowly unravels and things start to go downhill for her. But she needs to hit the rock bottom before she rises like the phoenix that she is.

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The first day till now was not what I'd been expecting. Let's just say It was kind of uneventful till now. No accidental tripping on someone's leg, no getting locked in the bathroom, no hushed whispers. Not that I was complaining. But I couldn't help but think it was just silence before the storm on some people's part.    

I was just about to enter the school cafeteria with Irina when someone's shoulder slammed into me with immense force from one side that in the next second, I felt something cool dripping down the front of my chest. I looked down at my white shirt, and indeed there was a murky brown stain present. I was too busy grieving for my favorite shirt, I forgot to notice who slammed into me.

I looked up and hallelujah! there she was standing with an infuriating smirk and the usual evil glint in her eyes. Ah, who else could it be? I mean it's not every day you find someone who considers knowingly slamming into other people amusing.

Mia Harte. The queen bee of Rosewood High or should I say, queen bitch? is breathtakingly beautiful. She oozes confidence and arrogance - always the center of attention wherever she goes. More than half of the school worships the ground she walks on.

Right now with her cherry-red pouty lips, big brown eyes and perfect olive skin, she epitomizes perfection. Clad in a skimpy leather skirt and a top that hugs her curves and shows off her slender waist, she's basically every guy's wet dream. She knows this and uses it to her own advantage. That is the sole reason the girls that are now standing beside her hang on to every word spewing out of her mouth like they were words of Jesus and follow her like she's the darn queen of England! 

Pathetic!

My chain of thoughts was broken when she spoke up in a tone laced with arrogance.

"Oops, sorry I didn't see you there, but I think you should thank me for adding a bit of color to your bland personality. Don't you think?"

She mocked with a malicious grin as other girls standing beside her started laughing along at her pathetic insult. It's like watching a really bad version of mean girls right now. And is that the best she can come up with? Surely thinking too much can be detrimental to some people seeing the pea-sized capacity of their brains. Rachel McAdams may want to gouge her eyes if she saw them right now.

"You little piece of.."

Irina trailed off almost lunging for her when I caught her wrist and held her in place beside me.

She turned to look at me and I could see the amount of hatred and anger burning in them for the bitch. She should be praying for her life right now. Irina could rip out her extensions the next second if she wanted. I shook my head disapprovingly to stop her from advancing any further.

She knitted her brows in confusion; giving me an 'are you kidding me look' but I shook my head again pleading her to let it go with my eyes silently. And I could see a look of defeat and disappointment in her eyes.

"You were saying something?"

Mia seethed, her eyes basically throwing daggers at Irina who had tightened her lips into a thin line with knitted brows. I could feel she was trying to control her anger and about to lose it right there if Mia didn't shut her mouth.

"Nothing"

I said before Irina could say something, with an expressionless face.

Her lips turned up into a smirk as her eyes radiated absolute hatred towards me.