out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 20

MELANIE RICHARDS

The next morning I take a look at my phone to see another text coming.

“Mel stop ignoring me.”

What a creep.

I groan and stand up to put on my slippers and go straight to my bathroom to get ready and stuff. I wait in my room to put on Pearl Jam on my tape player. I don’t feel like listening to the Smiths.

“Melanie, come downstairs, eat your breakfast!”

“Be right down!” I sigh and collapse my things together.

“Melanie!”

I growl and run downstairs.

It’s just another regular day for me. When my last period rings the bell, I quickly go to the gym. I make an excuse to Coach Gray because I’m on my first day period I don’t want to risk any blood flood in this school. As the class over, someone calls me behind by the locker room.

“Hey, Lenny.” Warren's voice coos in my ear as she taps my back.

I let out a sigh. “Yeah, what’s up?” I shove my perfume back on my locker.

“I saw you talking to Niall yesterday and the other day at the party. Do you have a thing between him? Did you hook up with him or—“

“We didn’t and it’s none of your business.” I slyly smile.

“I know, I know! I just wanted you to know, don’t waste your time crushing on him. Really. He’s worth to wait for, but you won’t get any lovers chances with him. He bailed on every hot girls let alone, a girl like you? I mean you’re hot and stuff but. . . you know,” She shrugs and cups her waist with her palm. I don’t know if she’s insulting me or she’s just being herself. I don’t bother myself for looking at her. Instead, I make myself as busy as possible with my stuff inside my locker.

“Oh. hey, do you want your lotion back?” I point the lotion to Mila.

“Oh, yeah.” She lifts her hands in attempt to catch the lotion I throw.

“Lenny, if it’s the one that doesn’t exist in this school that everybody doesn’t give a shit with, is you. So, you better fac-“

“Then why do you even bother to give a shit to me?” I turn to her, chuckling.

“Well, I—I do—“

“That’s what I thought," I slide my bag strap on my shoulder. "Warnut.” I shake my head, leaving the room.

“It’s Warren!” She shouts at me.

I raise my thumb cueing an ‘okay’ statement and walk down the hall and to the parking lot to wait for Jamie.

“What was that all about?” Mila pokes me from behind.

“Oh, slaying Warren is something I’m good at.” I wink.

She laughs and walks away. As I see Jamie by his locker, I wrap my left arm around his shoulders (even though he’s that tall).

“Yo, let’s go yo.” I point to the lobby.

“What is it with you?” He chuckles loudly. “Sorry, but I’m going to hang out with someone a bit, so.” Jamie shoves books into his locker.

“Who?”

“Uh—Dale.” He answers randomly.

"Dale?" I arch my brows, looking at the ground.

"Yeah, we have to sort of things." He shrugs. "Project on, uhm, English." He closes the locker.

"What project?" 

"It's just some stupid project, do you mind?" He seems annoyed.

“Chill, God. 'Kay, then. Bye!” I leave him, walk to my car and start the engine. I drive down the direction to my house and park my car in my driveway, when I see a familiar car and a beautiful boy sitting on my porch. I feel my heart nearly stops.

NIALL HORAN

 “I really don’t know what to do.” I sit on my bed as Trevor walks in only in his boxers with a bong in his left hand. He shrugs and sucks at the smoke. I realize that we don't wear clothes besides our boxers.

"Can you put on your clothes, please? We look homophobic." I groan.

“Well, if you do really into her then show more effort to her.” 

“Nah, it’ll get worse. She ignored me, completely.” I roll my body out of the bed and get myself a coke.

“Girls do that, but let me tell you something, she expects more.” He blows a puff of smoke. Trevor is a great guy he doesn’t act like a douche and he’s a terrible lover advisor. I sigh and sink his words in. “Why don’t you come to her house?”

“I don’t know where she lives.” I raise my voice.

“Doesn't your dad have it?” He says still smoking out of the bong. I feel my lips are pulled up into a huge grin. I quickly get ready and grab my car keys. “Where are you going?” Trevor sits up.

“Going to do what you told me to.” I exit the room and go to the nearest florist by my apartment to get some flowers. I figured that it would be a sincere gesture to do.