Chapter one:
Well this sucks. There's a reason why we had the 'no boy' rule at our lunch table. But seriously, when did Sasha start dating this kid, he has way too much guy-liner. Is this how lunch is going to be every day now? Sasha and Roman, Boo and Carl, Dez breathing down my neck? I could probably handle it under normal circumstances but these are far from normal. The worst thing of all is how Ginny is drooling over Frankie.
He's too weirdly mysterious for her.
She deserves better than 'the amazing Frankie'.
He'd just ignore her, why can't she get with someone who wouldn't?
Anyone would be better for her than him.
I would be.
Ah, yeah. The weird, new realization that hit me during ballet last week when we were doing routine warmups and I just so happened to glance at Ginny and my stupid brain had to have the stupid thought that Ginny looked pretty and graceful and gorgeous... I officially hate my brain. Not that we've always been on the best of terms but this, this was a curveball that I did not appreciate, thank you very much.
Now that my brilliant brain has made this realization I seem to think about it more than I should. So now I sit here, between Boo and She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. What? No one said I couldn't try and be melodramatic about it, It keeps these pathetic thoughts more interesting. So, anyway, I'm sitting here, forgotten by my friends, picking apart my lunch. They better not make this a habit.
The bell rings and our awkward group slowly stand up to go to class, respective partners departing, leaving Ginny and I. Or at least, me and Ginny's body, her mind and eyes are glued on the back of Perfy-McPerfect (Frankie). Seriously, I think she might actually be drooling. I'm in for a long afternoon, I can just tell.
~~Authors Note;
Tell me what you think, I was watching the show and couldn't get this out of my head. There's a serious lack of Ginny/Melanie fanfictions, I thought I'd contribute. I would really like to know what you think before I upload the next chapter. Thanks!