AN: The title isn't really working for me. Hopefully after chapter two, I'll have figured it out. Please send me reviews. (: Oh, there will be Mo/Charlie moments in the future chapters. In case you're wondering. I want to work on the emotions that Mo is feeling about the break up. ^^;
Chapter Two:
"Mohini, are you ready to go to school?" asked Mo's Baba. He was standing by the front door, waiting patiently.
"Yes, Baba." Mo had exited the kitchen, holding her trumpet case. She had walked quickly down the hall. She had stopped and picked up her backpack and black denim jacket. Mo had glanced down at her floral dress, then slipped her white flats on.
"You look tired. Did you sleep alright?" Baba asked, curiously. He frowned as he noticed the dark circles underneath her eyes. Mo was taken back. "Something bothering you?"
Mo had frowned. She didn't want to tell her Baba about the break up. She could not sleep very well the previous night. There was too much on her mind. "Oh, I'm only stressed." Mo said, smiling faintly. "I have a Chemistry test today."
Not wanting to say anything more, Mo had opened the front door. She had walked out of her home and walked toward her Baba's vehicle. She could hear him tell her mom that they were leaving. Mo frowned, hoping that today would be a good day.
Arriving at school, Mo had bid her Baba a good day. She gave a rather weak smile and got out of the vehicle. She heard him return the good wish. Mo had walked to the entrance of the school and followed a crowd of kids indoors. Within the school, Mo had glanced around.
"Mo!" said Stella, who had been putting up Lemonade Mouth posters.
Grinning, Stella had walked over and folded up the few remaining colored posters. Mo had glanced at the large clock, that sat on top of the front office. Stella had stopped walking when she was near enough.
"Hey, Stella." Mo greeted, with a nod. Perhaps Stella hadn't heard about the breakup.
"Wow, did you get bit by a zombie?" Stella asked, as she noticed Mo's dark circles. "It looks like you haven't slept for years."
Mo frowned at the comment. "Wow, thanks." She said, sarcastically. "I just couldn't sleep very well."
Silent, Stella had studied Mo. She wasn't sure whether or not to believe Mo, and the expression of puzzlement was obvious on Stella's face. Mo had frowned more.
"Are you sure?" Stella asked, carefully.
Clearing her throat, Mo had began to walk down the hallway. Stella followed. "Okay, it wasn't that." Mo began talking, knowing that Stella would find out one way or another. Quietly, Stella waited for Mo to continue. "Scott broke up with me."
Mo had stopped walking in front of her locker. She said nothing more. Stella had gasped as the information began to sink in. As Mo opened her locker, Stella was thinking of what to say. Finally, Stella had said. "Do you want me to go hurt Scott?" Stella narrowed her eyes.
"What?" Mo said, shocked. She had looked toward Stella, hoping she was kidding. The serious expression on Stella's face said otherwise. "No, Stella. I don't want you to hurt him, but that was a nice gesture. Thanks."
Stella frowned. "The offer will still stand. If he says something or is a jerk to you, just say the word and I'll go kick his ass." She shook her head and leaned against the next locker. Stella had looked around the hallway, thoughtfully.
Amused by Stella, Mo had looked into her locker. Her eyes had glanced over her timetable which was out of habit; she didn't need to check for her class, she had her timetable memorized. She then pulled her denim jacket off after setting her bag onto the floor and hung it up on the hook. Her trumpet case was soon placed on the bottom shelf.
"Did he say why he broke up with you?" Stella asked, curiously.
Mo expected the question to be brought up. "Yes." Mo answered, shutting her locker. Stella watched Mo, waiting. Mo had taken a deep breath. "He said.."
"Good morning!" Charlie said, cheerily. He was walking down the hallway with Wen and Olivia.
"Hey." Stella said, as she stopped leaning. She had turned slightly to face the others. "Thanks for interrupting. Mo was about to say something important."
"Oh, sorry. My 'Do-Not-Interrupt' gadget broke last week, so I couldn't stop Charlie from speaking." Wen said, jokingly. Charlie chuckled. Noticing Stella's slight glare, Wen had looked away.
"No, it's fine." Mo said, as she fiddled with her fingers. "I'd rather not say now." Charlie was here now. She didn't want to admit the reason of the break-up in front of him. She didn't want Charlie to think it was all his fault. He didn't deserve to feel that way.
"Come on." Stella said, turning to Mo fully.
"What's wrong?" Olivia asked, concerned. She had looked from Stella to Mo, hoping either one would tell her.
"Scott broke up with me." Mo said, growing annoyed. She didn't like the attention that she was getting. Quickly, she had picked up her back pack and walked down the hallway. "I'm going to class."
Olivia had looked hurt. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked." Olivia had wanted to follow Mo, but at the same time, didn't want Mo to be more mad.
"It's not your fault, Liv." Wen reassured Olivia. "It's the break up." Wen paused. "When did they break up and why didn't I know?"
Stella had bit her lower lip before she answered. "Oh. I don't know when they broke up and I just found out minutes ago."
"They broke up yesterday." Charlie said. The others had looked at him, surprised. "And I don't think she was ready to tell anyone." He paused, as he glanced at his friends. "I don't know why they broke up, so don't ask me."
"But why are you the only one who knows?" Stella asked, obviously hurt. "We're her friends too."
"Again, I think she wasn't ready." Charlie had felt the urge to follow Mo.
Wen had coughed slightly. "I don't want to be that guy, but I have to ask. What are we going to do about band practice today?"
Everyone fell silent. No one said anything.
RING.
Luckily, they were saved by the bell. They departed from one another and rushed to class. For now, they would let the situation sit there. Later, when it was time for their band practice, a solution would arrive. It was what they could only think of.
Mo didn't go straight to class. When she had left her friends, she had walked to the girls washroom. She entered and walked toward the mirrors. She stood in front of a mirror and stared at her reflection. Mo frowned at the sight. The dark circles underneath her eyes were very noticeable. They also looked puffy, due to the crying she had done.
'I look disgusting.' thought Mo, frowning.
"Scott broke up with Mo yesterday." said Jules as she entered the bathroom. Her friend was right behind her. "Finally. I mean, honestly, those two were doomed from the start."
"Jules," said Carrie as she spotted Mo in front of the mirror.
Curious, Jules had looked and soon realized Mo was in the bathroom. A smirk appeared on her face. "Oops. I didn't know you were here."
With a sharp glare, Mo had turned away from the mirror. She had walked passed Jules and left the bathroom. That was a humiliating moment. Mo had walked down the hallway as the bell had went. She couldn't believe people were already talking about it. It only happened yesterday and how did Jules know?
If Jules knew, then there was a chance that Jules was telling everyone. What a great way to start the morning.
During the morning classes, Mo could hardly focus. She had a lot on her mind. She had wanted to create a plan to avoid Scott. She knew if she faced him, she would feel that aching feeling. No, she didn't want to cry today. However, the thought of band practice had struck her. Mo knew there was no way she could avoid Scott. They would have to face one another some how.
It was lunch time and Mo had exited her Chemistry classroom. She began to walk down the hallway, the Chemistry questions fresh in her mind. Lost in her thoughts, she had reached the end of the hall. She stopped when she heard familiar voices.
"Scott, there you are." It was Jules. She approached Scott, who was throwing away a piece of paper in a trash bin. "I was looking everywhere for you. We hardly talk or hang out. We need to." Jules frowned, nearly pouting.
Mo could only stand still. Her eyes widened. She couldn't believe Jules was already flirting with Scott. It had only been one day!
"Oh, yeah." Scott said, as he turned to Jules. "I've been busy with.. Things."
"Still, we should reconnect." Jules smiled, warmly. Her eyes flickered past Scott and had spotted Mo. Mo stepped back, noticing a devious smile now on Jules's face.
Not wanting to hear any more of the conversation, Mo had turned around. She walked down the hallway, feeling her heart race. The aching that she feared had made it's appearance. Her heart was squeezing and she felt breathless. Desperate to be distracted, Mo had walked outside of the school. She would have went to the cafeteria to find her friends, but she knew that Scott and Jules would go there. There was no escape.
Outside, Mo had walked to the back of the school. She then sat down against the building and took a few deep breaths. She told herself everything will be alright. The thought of Jules flirting with Scott had been pushed to the back of her mind.
How could she do this? She felt weak, mentally and physically. She knew she couldn't continue believing everything will be alright. If only the break up never happened. If only Scott didn't believe the most ridiculous thing. If only this was a bad dream, because she could wake up from it and forget it. She couldn't forget this, it was real life and she could not run away.
Mo had looked straight ahead, looking at the scenery. Finally, her mind had gone blank. She could not think of anything. She wasn't relaxing, she was merely tired of thinking. A head ache developed and her temples was throbbing. Tiredly, Mo had rested her head back and her eyes looked up at the sky. The sky was blue and there were large clouds. This particular scene reminded her of the time at Olivia's. The band, excluding Scott, was comforting Olivia whom had lost Nancy. They all had laid on the grass and cloud watched.
She had released a deep sigh. She wished they were here. Were they worried about her? If only Charlie was here to keep her company. Her eyes closed shut. If she kept wishing for his company, would he arrive like yesterday? Mo tried. She listened for footsteps or whistling. Nothing. There was nothing but the sounds of nature. Charlie was most likely with their other friends, eating their lunches. He wouldn't come. He probably had no idea where Mo was.
She would have to talk to Charlie at band practice. She would ask him to walk her home, so Mo could hear his stories. She wanted to feel happy again and for some unknown reason, Charlie made her happy. She would have to wait. For now, she'll sit feeling helpless.