MELODY'S POV:

Once Grayson drove me home, I found my mom asleep on the sofa. She looked comfy so I decided to leave her. I did all the normal, boring stuff you do when you get home from a day at school. Eat junk food. Scroll endlessly through social media. NOT do homework. Shower (lazily). Watch a film that you've watched a million times before. Then try to sleep but fail. Of course texting Grayson throughout the course of all this.

I fell asleep rather quickly and soon Wednesday had began. I skipped breakfast and left my mom a pineapple on her bedside cabinet. It was the last fruit left in the house because I hadn't gone shopping in a while.

To Grayson:
Don't worry about taking me to school today, I'm gonna walk.

From Grayson:
Getting some exercise huh?

To Grayson:
You could say that, I haven't walked in a while.

From Grayson:
You walked down your stairs this morning, what's the problem?

To Grayson:
You know what I mean, asshelmet.

From Grayson:
Asshelmet? That's not even a word, who even says that hahahaha.

To Grayson:
It is a word.

From Grayson:
Okay then, define this word.

To Grayson:
Asshelmet - A commonly used insult that is an abbreviation of 'Grayson Dolan'.

From Grayson:
Right. Obviously. Of course you would do that.

To Grayson:
Hahaha, bye gorgeous.

From Grayson:
Talk later babygirl.

I smile at Grayson's cringy label for me. It's gross but kind of cute. I could get used to it. I guess. Eventually.

I finally walk into the hellhole called school and try to remind myself that I'm half way through the week. Since I was like of late, well, quite late, I went straight to lesson. I had English literature.

The day went by pretty fast, I spent lunch with Paris and my old friends. I was constantly keeping an eye out for Hunter but he was nowhere to be seen. Luckily I didn't have any lessons with Joe today, but I caught glimpses of him at lunch and during lesson transition. Soon the second to last lesson of the day arrived. Italian.

As I entered the classroom, I earned a pissed off look from the teacher like normal because I was late (again) and then took a seat. I glanced around at everyone. Rachel was meant to be in this lesson. My eyes wondered to her empty seat.

Without thinking I turned around to face Aleksandra.

"Where's Rachel?" I whispered so the teacher wouldn't hear.

"How am I supposed to know when she's not answering me? Ask Hunter. She obviously cares more about him than she does about me." Aleks put on a sour face. She may seem like a bitch but she's not that bad.

I turned back around to face the front without answering her. It had to be Rachel, why else would she not be answering her best friend? I felt sudden saddness, death was such a bitter thing. It was supposed to be her 17th birthday next week. When we were younger we would always have joint birthday parties because my birthday was a week after hers.

If it was Hunter that did this, I hope he gets caught. I'll make sure of it.

"Melody Monroe." The teacher sighed angrily. I had blanked out again.

"What?" I raise my eyebrows, suddenly conscious.

"Answer my question in Italian." He commanded. Question? What question? Shit.

"Uh... Ciao." I said quickly before grabbing my things and leaving the classroom. I heard the teacher calling my name in anger before I slammed the classroom door behind me.

My trainers squeaked as I walked down the corridor, alone. I preferred being in school on my own. Less noise. Less drama. Less people. I quickly went to my locker to grab my bomber jacket.

"Um Mel? Don't you have Italian now?" A voice behind me made me jump and accidentally hit my locker door. It was Jack.

"Don't you have... books?" I hesistated, not having a comeback.

"Books?" Jack chuckled as I shut my locker and turned around.

"Oh sorry, you're a jock now right?" I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Why is that a problem?" He frowned, suddenly his vibe changes.

"Not every boy has to do sports you know, you can't force yourself to like something just to look cool." I crossed my arms, taking a guess on his miraculous hobby change.

"Since when have you ever cared about what I like anyway?" He shook his head, chuckling in disbelief.

"Of course I do, you were my friend." I frowned at him, getting annoyed.

"Yeah, 'were', past tense. We used to do poetry together. You used to have a motive to do stuff in life, you wanted to achieve big things, you had ambition. Now look, you're wasting your life away, skipping lessons, dating some mysterious alcoholic that you met god knows how." Jack shot at me.

"How the hell do you know about Grayson?" I hissed, not happy that his weaknesses had been shared somehow.

"Why does that matter? You think he's going to make your life suddenly better? He has no ambition, he's a waster, just like you're turning out to be." Jack growled, I had never seen him so angry.

"Jack he makes me happy, what the fuck is your problem!? You have no right to tell me who gets to be in my life." I raised my voice, not caring if people in classrooms could hear.

"Well someone has to tell it to you straight! Ever since your fucking waster of sister died no one has been real with you!" Jack shouted.

I gasped, never ever imagining him to say something like that. Jack. Of all people, Jack. The one boy that I thought was different from the rest, he was genuine and kind. I stood there with my mouth hung open as tears pricked my eyes. My sister was not a waster, she had ambitions bigger than anyone.

On cue, the bell went off and students flooded out of classrooms. Me and Jack still stood meters apart, I could tell he felt bad for what he said but I could also tell he meant every word of it.

He didn't apologise, we stood there for a good few seconds before I turned on my heels and sped away. I was not going to cry. How pathetic would that be? I shook it off and slumped down by some lockers around the corner. Students hurried past to get to their last lesson on time. Not me. I texted Grayson instead.

To Grayson:
I hate this fucking school and all the people in it. If I stay here any longer I'm going to die.

To Grayson:
Gray I'm serious.

To Grayson:
Asshelmet hello?

To Grayson:
Oi!

To Grayson:
Why aren't you answering me?

To Grayson:
Babe...?

I kinda like this chapter, enjoy the cliffhanger my bromies. It's Tuesday today! HAPPY TUESDAY! I can't wait to see Ethan's wisdom tooth removal omg, I laughed so hard at his loopy snapchats. The full video is gonna make me cry.😂😂 3 days until they're 17 ayeeeee. Countdown.

PEACE!✌