Behind the Bad Boy

19.

Okay guys those pictures on the side are all the selfies of Mason and Melody. Obviously that isn't the actual characters but that is what the picture is but just image them at Melody and Mason.

MELODY'S POV

The time in ISS flew by. Christmas break starts today and tomorrow my parents and Ben and I fly out to Wyoming to celebrate the holidays with my whole family. Mom, Dad, and Mr. Adams are all buddy buddy and for the past four days straight, I have come home from school to Mr. Adams in my home. Right when I walk in the door they stop talking every time.

Mason and I are very serious. It's only been a month and three weeks or so, but everyone, and I mean everyone thinks we're going to get married. My parents do too.

I'm heartbroken at the idea of spending two weeks away from each other. I think I'm going to cry after school today because I'm going home to pack and then I leave at five tomorrow morning.

We're at lunch now, and I have English four next, and I have a fucking spelling test.

Who gives seniors a spelling test?

Mr. Jones, that's who. He's the laziest teacher on the face of the earth.

My grades are seven solid A's.

This test has fifty fucking spelling words and I studied my ass off for it.

I'm being really, really clingy today, but Mason doesn't seem to mind.

"Will you talk to me, please?" Mason asks me softly, his right hand rubbing my back, his left holding my right.

I kiss him, nibbling softly on his bottom lip. "I've been talking to you all day." I grin sweetly, trying to trick him into thinking nothing is wrong, into thinking I've not been on the brink of tears all day.

I knew better than to think he would fall for that.

"I didn't mean that, I meant I want you to tell me what's wrong." He says.

"Why would something be wrong?" I ask innocently.

"Baby, you're so cute when you're lying." He says. I sigh when he grins. "Now please tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong."

The bell for next class rings and I sprint out of there before he can stop me.

I'm the first one in my class.

I'm about to go and hide in the bathroom until I'm tardy because I hate this teacher, but he speaks up.

"Good afternoon, Miss Jane." He says.

"Good afternoon." I say, my shoulder slumping as I move to the back of the class and take my seat.

People start filing into the room. He reminds us of our test and as he starts passing them out, my phone chimes with a text.

Fuck.

"Who's phone was that?" Mr. Jones asks angrily.

I look around the room innocently. Everyone else does too.

He sighs loudly, pissed off as he finishes passing out the tests.

When he opens his newspaper, I whip my phone out. I hear people snickering when they realize it was my phone. I put it on silent and view the text.