Hey guys, I won't be writing anymore unless I get at least one review, I'm not sure about this story and it's the first one I've had on fiction press, though I've done one on Fan Fiction before. Hope you like it!
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Melinda's P.O.V.
'WHY?' I yelled. My voice echoed through the empty corridors. It sounded empty, like it was a voice with no feeling inside it. It didn't occur to me that there was drama club on right now, or that there was detention going on a few doors down from where I stood, or that anybody at all could actually hear me.. All I knew was that my best friend had died, and you know how I'd found out? From a girl I didn't really know telling me how sorry she was…
Abigail Waters had been my friend since grade two. I remember that I didn't have any friends, she told me that if I believed in fairies that I could be her friend. I accepted gratefully and we have been inseparable ever since. For some reason, when Abby's dad passed away her mum began to hate me. That's probably why I didn't know about the tragic death. Everything was good yesterday, we had school and then after school sport. Apparently my dear friend had gone to the movies to meet her boyfriend, Aaron. She never got there, and later they found her body in the gutter of April Street.
I found out today from Aaron's sister, Holly.
'Oh Mel, I'm so sorry.' She hugged me and I attempted to hug her back.
'About what?' I said, a bit nervous, I hardly knew this girl.
'About poor Abby…' She began to sob.
'What about her?' I thought of my best friend.
'You don't know? Didn't Julie tell you?' Julie was Abby's mum.
'Julie hates me. But what happened?' I shook Holly.
'Abby…Abby's dead!'
'What?!' I yelled.
She told me what happened and I haven't moved from this spot all afternoon.
'WHY ME?', I had been at this for what seemed like hours when I heard somebody behind me.
'Ahh, could you not?'
'Piss off!' I yelled without turning around.
'Yeah okay, if you stop yelling!' It was a male voice, kind of sexy, deep, a nice voice. An hour ago my face would have been a mess of mascara but now, all that had been washed away by many more tears, my face was now just a wet, red mess. I didn't even think of this when I turned around. I was faced with a tall, handsome figure, probably a year eleven or twelve.
'My best friend was found dead in a gutter last night, and I only heard it from her boyfriends sister an hour ago, SO DON"T YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP!'
The guy looked taken aback, but he wasn't sympathetic,
'Whatever, if you want to cry, GO HOME!'
I ignored him and slumped down onto the hard floor, my bum hit it with a soft thud.
I sat there for a while, trying to ignore the shadow cast over me by the tall figure of the guy.
I eventually looked up,
'Yes?'
'I told you to go home.'
'Yeah, you did.' I wiped a fresh tear from my blotchy face.
'But you didn't.'
'No duh.' I almost felt as if I could laugh.
'Well go.'
'Why?' I stood up, though I was considered tall I only reached this guys chest.
'She probably wouldn't want you sitting here being an idiot.'
I moved so close that I could feel his warm breath tickling the top of my head. I looked up at him,
'YOU DIDN'T KNOW HER, HOW COULD YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE WANTS, AND WHAT SHE NEEDS?' I poked him with my finger, he didn't budge.
He looked at me before walking in the opposite direction, despite my unhappy condition, I couldn't help but notice that he had a cute butt…a very cute butt!
Jordan's P.O.V.
So, I'm sitting there in detention right? I was only there because Angelina Lieston was walking up the stairs and Matt and I accidentally saw up her skirt. She called us pervs and ran straight to Mrs Johnson, and that's how we ended up here. Anyway we're sitting in detention and we can hear this horrible yelling in the hall. I got out of detention early to see what it was.
It turned out to be this year ten chick, Belinda something. Just standing there, bawling her eyes out. I walked up to her
'Ahh, could you not?' I said as gently as I could.
'Piss off!' She yelled at me, little harsh?
'Yeah okay, if you stop yelling!' She turned around and I instantly I remembered her name, Melinda Harris, Melinda…not Belinda. Her cheeks were flushed and damp, she'd been crying for a while.
'My best friend was found dead in a gutter last night, and I only heard it from her boyfriend's sister an hour ago, SO DON'T YOU TELL ME TO SHUT UP!'
I wasn't expecting this, and I was about to sympathise with her when I realised that that wasn't macho enough.
'Whatever, if you want to cry, go home!'
She ignored me and she slid down to the ground gracefully.
I didn't move.
'Yes?' She looked up
'I told you to go home.'
'Yeah, you did.' She said as she wiped her face
'But you didn't.' I stated
'No duh.'
'Well go.'
'Why?' She stood up, her face reached my chest.
'She probably wouldn't want you sitting here being an idiot.' I cringed, probably wasn't the best thing to do.
She moved closer and poked me with her index finger,
'YOU DIDN'T KNOW HER, HOW COULD YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE WANTS, AND WHAT SHE NEEDS?'
I guess that was true, I left, just like that. This girl needed some space.
Let me know if you liked it,
Cheers, Em