MELROSE

CHAPTER 18

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Courtney's POV

One thing I hated in the world was tears. They were a significance of sadness. Sure, people said there tears of joy but it didn't take long for me to figure out those kind of tears weren't created for me. I never cried when I was happy, never. Call me weird but that's just how it is.

I wiped another tear from my cheek, ignoring the claustrophobic feeling I got from staying in the janitor's closet. My plan was simple; stay in here until the school cleared, kill time in all the glorious places Los Angeles had to offer and go home around 1am when the steam would've died down to good food and Davina.

Of course it also meant going home to my annoying cousin, her wicked mother and her coward of a father. The man feared his wife. I often wonder how he puts up with her.

I froze as I heard shuffling feet outside the door. I hugged myself closer, chanting one sentence in my head. Do not open that door, do not open that door. I didn't anyone opening that door to give their opinions on why sitting in the darkness of the janitor's closet was not a good idea. I was doing a good job of remaining in peace and staying quiet.

Until something bit me.

"Shit!" I cursed loudly, gazing at the now reddened part of my leg. I started scratching it and tensed as something struck me. I could no longer hear the shuffling feet. Great. The person or people knew someone was in here.

"Uh hello? Anyone here?"

Or not.

"Hello? I know I'm not alone here. Stop being a fucking toddler and come on the hell out."

Silence.

"Oh well suit yourself. One of us has to be the child anyway."

I let a breath of relief when moments later, I heard shuffling of feet, indicating the person was walking away. I raised my hands to stretch my tired limbs ....

And ended up hitting a bucket that fell to the floor with a loud CLANK.

What was wrong with me today?

The door burst open.

I could make out boy shorts and a boy T-shirt that screamed expensive but simple. I still didn't know who it was, until my eyes landed on the NY cap she wore back to front and the black headphones on her neck. Of course it had to be her.

Her tone was dripping with disbelief. "Courtney? What the hell are you doing in here? You know what, don't tell me, let's go."

I let myself be dragged out of the closet and out of the school before releasing myself from her. Which was by the way, work because she was strong and had a firm grip.

"Thank you Aura. You can go home now."

She eyed me. "You're not going home."

It was like she could see through me. "I couldn't even if I wanted to. Don't ask me why."

She stared at me for a long moment as if weighing her options, then did the unbelievable. No she didn't turn into a genie or anything like that. What she did do was lift me off my feet, bridal style and march towards her car.

"What the ...? Aura put me down. People are going to get ideas. We look like lesbians!" I complained.

"First of all, calm your tits girl we're in an empty school parking lot, second, if people always cared about the ideas they gave other people, the world would be moving in a slower pace than it already is, third, I'm straight as fuck, fourth, if we were dating lesbians I'd totally be the man in the relationship so this would be a usual occurrence when you're being a whiny bitch, and fifth, damn girl you need to fatten up. You weigh like nothing."