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Chapter Fifty-Nine
Melissa was standing right there in front of me, with her hair tied up into a pony tail, and the most shocking part is that she’s not wearing any make up. Am I hallucinating? Nah, doesn’t seem like it.
“What?” she asked.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“To visit Drew, stupid.” She said like it was very obvious.
“Why would you visit Drew?” I made a face.
“Why can’t I visit Drew?”
“Well…” she raised a good point. “…y-you hate him!”
“Ugh, so?” she scowled. “You hate him too! By the way, you haven’t answered my question. What are you doing here?”
“I-I’m…” I stammered. “...here to visit my uncle.”
“What!”
“Yeah, that’s right. My uncle’s in jail.”
“Your uncle’s in jail?!” she gaped. “That’s…”
“Insane? Yes, it is, but it’s not as insane as the fact that you’re here, to see Drew.”
“Ugh, what’s so insane about that?” she snapped angrily. “Hey, you’re just wasting my time here, and plus, I’m sure your evil uncle probably doesn’t want you to hang around in a dark place like this.”
“My uncle’s not evil.” I snapped back.
“What are you saying? All the people who ended up here is obviously evil. Innocent people are supposed to be out there living a normal life, not caged up from freedom in this dark and dinky place.” She made a sour expression.
“Just because someone is in jail that doesn’t mean that they are evil.” I sighed. “My uncle’s not in jail, stupid. He’s out there having a great job as a business man with two kids called Xavier and Juliette.”
“You lied to me!”
“Duh. And I can’t believe you’re that dumb.” I smirked.
“Wait, that’s not the point here. If your uncle isn’t in jail, then what are you doing in jail? Are you caught taking drugs or something?”
“No! I don’t do drugs, F.Y.I., and well, I’m here to see Drew and I’m done now. Are you happy?” I smiled stiffly.
“Oh! So you do care about him!” she gasped sarcastically. “I knew it! I knew it!”
“Well what about you? You care about him too, right? That’s why you’re here. And hey, what ever happened to that Nathan guy? Don’t tell me you’re going to two-time him.”
Both of us fell silent and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’ve hit a sore point and that’s not really great, is it? Usually I’d be out there celebrating the fact that I’ve finally rubbed something into Melissa’s face, but the funny thing is it doesn’t feel like that at all. In fact, I feel mean, like how Melissa often treated me.
“Nathan and I weren’t an item.” She slurred.
“What do you mean?”
“I did that to make Drew jealous.” She confessed boldly and I can’t believe she said that. “Hey, don’t stare at me like a bloated goldfish!”
“What else was I supposed to say?”
“Nothing.” She frowned. “Nathan is just some guy who I’d stumbled into randomly, and I thought like, maybe he could help make Drew jealous. After all, this is my first time being dumped and it does not feel good.”
“What goes around comes around. Drew got dumped by me.” I said firmly with a slight smile.
“Yeah, lucky you. You’ve did what some of us girls wanted to.” She smiled wryly. “I guess I know how Drew feels, then?”
“Then now you know the two of you have something in common.” I raised a brow. “You still like him, don’t you?”
“Ugh, well…” she hesitated and it didn’t take long at all to read her face. “I’ve dated like…twenty-eight guys before…”
“TWENTY-EIGHT?!”
“Yes, now shut up and listen.” She snapped. “And among those twenty-eight guys, I guess Drew was the only one who I really enjoyed being with.”
“That’s probably why you quit the hitch-and-ditch thingy, right? Because Drew wasn’t just part of the game?”
“Yeah, that’s probably it.” She muttered.
“So…you really liked Drew?”
“Yes, I did and I always do. But then he just went on and dumped me, and I don’t even know why. He didn’t say anything, he just…ended it, and that really sucks.” She winced.
“He dumped you because he thought that you were part of the game, and by that I thought that he was the kind of guy who takes relationships seriously, so I’ve blindly dated him and look what happened?”
“Huh, so I guess we’re both morons then.” She stifled a giggle.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yeah, I guess we are.” I shrugged. “Alright, so let me get this straight, you still like Drew right? So…when I was with him, you must be dying to kill me.”
“Yeah duh, and I knew that I couldn’t control myself if I saw you two together so I’d been M.I.A for a while.” She said honestly.
“Oh yeah, come to think of it I haven’t seen you for a while.” I boggled. “Well, Drew is all yours now.”
“Hah, like he’d want a girl like me.” She frowned. “I’m probably the biggest slut in the whole school. Everyone thinks that I’m a playgirl now.”
“I can’t deny that.”
“I don’t blame you. I mean, it’s only reasonable for people to think that way. I’ve been well-known for the way I flirt and snag boys, and the way I hang out in the coolest and most expensive pubs, and the way how I dump people.”
“Well, if you knew that it’s bad, why did you do it?” I furrowed.
“I can’t change.” She shook her head slowly. “I don’t think I can bare the change. Everyone is going to start talking about it if I changed from evil to saintly, and most of the people will think that I’m pretending to be great for an advantage, or I’m up to some tricks and they’ll avoid me, thinking that they might get hurt.”
“But sometimes, change is better.”
“It is, and it’ll be a lot easier if people would stop gossiping or judging others. I may look like I don’t give a great damn about it, but I’m actually really concerned about what others think of me. Wasn’t clubbing supposed to make you look cool?” she said indifferently.
“Well, for narrow-minded people, yes. But if you’re talking about the real thing, then no. It’ll make you look cheap and hopeless, and sometimes even a jerk.” I blurted.
“That’s what they all say.” She sighed heavily. “If I were to change today into someone different, what would you think of me?”
“I’d think that you went loco or had a brainwash.” I giggled slightly. “But after this conversation, as crazy as this sounds, I think I might actually believe you.”
“Really?” her face brightened.
“Well yeah, unless you’re up to one of those tricks again.”
“No, I’m not, I swear.” She said desperately. “I’ve been thinking about changing for a long time, but it doesn’t seem like I have anyone to talk to about. If I were to say something like that to my friends, they might think I’m un-cool or stuff.”
“Then prove it to them that it’s cooler to be good.” I smiled.
“You think I can really do that?”
“Yes.” I said. “You were once angelic, weren’t you? We were best friends, remember?”
“Yeah, but then I changed.” She frowned. “I’m sorry.”
“Let’s leave all that behind.” I dazzled. “Let’s start all over.”
“Okay.” She grinned. “Hi, I’m Melissa Shay.”
“Hi, I’m Taylor Ashville.” I beamed. “And I think we’re going to be great friends.”