A/N Hey guys! Thank you so much for the reviews! They mean a lot, so keep 'em coming! :D . Not to worry, this story is far from over! Many chapters to come! I must warn you all once again there is some very strong and somewhat offensive language in this chapter! Other than that, enjoy and let me know what yah think! xx
Chapter 11
Paige
"Melissa?" Paige finally said, breaking the prolonged silence, and tapping her friend lightly on the arm to recapture her attention.
Melissa turned back towards Paige.
"I have to tell you. Because it's literally killing me." Paige confessed.
"What? What is it?" Melissa asked, just as curious as before.
"I can't tell you here… there are to many ears." Paige replied, glancing around at everyone sitting around them.
"All right, let's go to the washroom then. Come on." Melissa said, grabbing her best friends hand, and dragging her along as they went.
Melissa
Melissa had known something wasn't right with Paige for awhile now. Her best friend just never seemed completely happy anymore, nothing like her old self, and she knew something was up. She had just been waiting for Paige to feel comfortable enough to tell her. They were best friends after all, and Melissa knew that she could help Paige through anything.
As she dragged her friend to the girls washroom, nothing was said between them, and that was just fine. Melissa would have her talking soon enough.
They reached the large wooden bathroom door with the girl symbol on it, and Melissa pushed on it, but it didn't budge. She let go of Paige's arm and tried with both hands this time. The door still didn't move an inch.
"Oh my fucking god." She muttered. Then, she began banging on the large wooden door with both fists, making as much noise as was humanly possible.
Now, Melissa, being the impatient person that she was, began to get quite irritated when after 30 seconds of pounding nobody unlocked the door. She now began kicking the door as well, alternating between left and right foot in order to keep her balance while continuing to pound with both fists.
Paige
Paige truly admired her best friends efforts to get them into the girls bathroom, and she couldn't help but giggle as she watched Melissa continue to kick and pound on the bathroom door. The noise might have seemed ten times louder than it actually was, because the school was completely silent. Everyone was at the assembly.
"I know somebody is in the bathroom! So stop fucking ignoring me and open up this god damn door!" Melissa suddenly screamed, making Paige jump.
Melissa was quiet for a moment, just in case the person, or persons inside the bathroom decided to respond. When they didn't however, Paige was the first and only one to witness the pure anger that blazed in Melissa's bright blue eyes, and she wondered idly what her best friend was going to do now.
Melissa
Melissa had absolutely had it with the bitch, or bitches that were in the schools bathroom. What if someone had to genuinely use the toilet? Seriously! This was the only girls bathroom in the god damn school. Who did this hoe think she was? Boy was Melissa glad she had decided to wear her platform boots to school today. She raised her knee high and booted the door as hard as she possibly could. As soon as she had done this she felt Paige grab hold of her arm.
"Melissa! What are you doing!"
"I'm getting into this bathroom." Melissa replied, and with one final boot, the heavy door flew open and banged loudly against the bathroom wall.
Melissa looked around furiously, and was shocked to find that it appeared to be completely empty. The bathroom was silent, not a girl in sight. "Why the hell would the door be locked if no one was in here? This makes no sense." Melissa stated, angrily. She spun around to face Paige, who looked just as confused as Melissa felt.
Then, remembering the reason the two girls had left the gym to come to the bathroom in the first place, she said, "Ok Paige. What's up? Spill the beans."
Paige
Paige sighed loudly. She knew that ultimately, telling Melissa about her feelings for Jack would make her herself feel about a thousand times better, but yet she was afraid. Afraid that Melissa would judge her severely for liking a boy like Jack Dawson, even though he was both of their friends. Afraid that Melissa would think she was out of her mind, had lost her marbles, and her sanity completely.
Melissa was staring at her intently, waiting for the big reveal. Her blue eyes filled with nothing but curiosity.
"Melly," Paige began, using her best friends nickname, in the hopes of softening her up. Wait, softening her up? For what? It wasn't like Paige had committed a serious crime, or even any crime at all, and Melissa was not the judge. But for some reason, under the microscope of her best friends expectant stare, that was exactly how Paige felt. "I've liked someone. For a long time now… A few months actually." Paige began, watching Melissa's face carefully.
Melissa smiled, which seemed odd. Why would she be smiling?
"Is it Tommy?" Melissa asked her lightly, the smiling remaining upon her face.
Paige snorted loudly, "No! No. Definitely not Tommy."
Melissa's smile instantly disappeared. "Well why not? Is he not attractive enough for you or something?" She demanded, a hint of anger in her tone.
Paige looked at Melissa with an expression of utter disbelief. "Melly, are you seriously upset that your best friend isn't attracted to your boyfriend of 8 months?"
Melissa stared at Paige for a moment, silent, before bursting into a fit of giggles. "You're totally right. I'm being silly. It's just, I wouldn't blame you if you did have a thing for Tommy. He's one sexy beast."
Paige rolled her eyes with a smile.
"And, quite a handful in the bedroom if I do say so myself." Melissa added with a wink.
"Ugh! To much information!" Paige exclaimed, laughing.
Melissa smiled in response, "so, who is the lucky guy that has caught Paige Thompson's attention?" She questioned, the curiosity still positively blazing in her bright blue eyes.
This was it. It was now, or never. This was Paige's opportunity, her opportunity to not feel so alone, to no longer feel quite as miserable.
Paige drew in a deep calming breath. "It's Jack." She confessed.
Now, the reaction that Paige expected out of Melissa was a dropping of the jaw, a 'wtf' expression, and/or a sudden exclamation of 'You mean Jack Dawson! Why?' But, none of these things happened. Instead, an expression of understanding washed over Melissa's face.
"You like Jack! Yes. It all makes sense now! You've been trying to spend so much time with him lately, I was actually beginning to wonder if you guys were secretly dating."
Paige looked at her best friend sadly. "I wish. Melly, Jack's not interested in me that way. And I don't think he ever will be."
"You don't know that Paige! Not if you haven't told him how you feel! And I know you! I know you haven't, because when you like someone, you never tell them. How do you plan on making Jack your man if you're not going to tell him how you feel about him?"
"That's easy. I don't." Paige replied.
Melissa looked irritated now. "Why the hell not?"
"Three simple reasons. Number one, rejection. Two, if he doesn't feel the same way about me, which I know he doesn't, at all, it could ruin our friendship. And finally, three, my all time favourite reason, Rose Dewitt Bukator."
At the mention of Rose's name, Melissa's irritated expression immediately changed to one of complete understanding. "Rose. Jack is in love with Rose. I'm sorry Paige I totally forgot that-"
"Whatever Melly. It's all good." Paige responded, cutting Melissa off. "I just had to tell someone about my feelings for him. It doesn't mean I expect anything to change. Well, other than my level of misery. At least with you in the know, I can vent my feelings to someone."
"That's true," Melissa replied. "But I still think you should tell Jack how you feel. It might make you feel even better if you tell him. Plus, at least then you'll know for sure if he feels anything for you at all, other than just friendship. If he doesn't, you can begin the process of moving on. But you'll never be able to get over him, and you'll never be happy with yourself unless you know for sure."
Paige sighed loudly. "I guess you're right. Do you really think I should tell him? Soon I mean."
Melissa
Melissa nodded her head vigorously. "I really do."
It was at this moment that the stall door directly behind Paige swung open, and Melissa's eyes widened in horror as she saw who the occupant was. It was none other than Rose Dewitt Bukator.
"You'll do no such thing." Rose stated loudly, causing Paige to jump and spin around to face her.
"Rose?" Paige exclaimed, her face turning beet red. "How long have you been-"
"Ever since the two of you sauntered in here. Before that even actually, but that doesn't matter. I knew it! I knew there was something going on between you and Jack! You've been following him around like a lost puppy dog for weeks now. I knew you had a thing for him. But guess what Paige. Jack DOESN'T have a thing for you. He likes me." Rose yelled in Paige's face, her shrill voice echoing off of the bathroom walls.
Melissa had a feeling it was time to interfere, before things got out of control. She stepped in between Rose and Paige, forcing them to take a step back from one another.
"Rose, I strongly suggest that you shut the fuck up, and get the fuck out." Melissa told Rose calmly.
She knew how much Paige hated Rose, and since she had been told how Paige felt about Jack a few minutes earlier, she now felt that Paige had a very good reason to hate Rose. However, Melissa knew very well that Paige wouldn't do anything about her strong feelings of hatred towards Dewitt Bukator. She just wasn't that kind of person. Therefore, Melissa would have to do something for her.
In all honesty, Melissa had never particularly liked Rose either. She had always thought that Rose was kinda a bitch, but now, now that she knew as much as she did, she understood just how much of a bitch Rose really was. Well, guess what? Melissa could play the role of bitch too.
Rose glared at Melissa darkly. "You can't make me!" She spat venomously. "And you!" she screamed again at Paige. "YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY JACKIE! MY JACKIE!"
Melissa turned to face Paige for a moment, to see what her reaction to Rose's words would be. Paige, looked as though she was about to burst into tears, and that sight pushed Melissa closer to the edge of losing her self control. She would no longer be dealing with Rose calmly, nor politely. "Get out." Melissa said fiercely.
Rose
Rose was pissed off. She had know all along that this stupid Paige girl, one of Jack's so called best friends, had been in love with him. She had known it from the moment she had seen Paige in the hallway that one day prancing around in his sweatshirt. When Rose had talked to her best girlfriend Janelle about her suspicions yesterday in this very washroom… they had been correct.
Well, there was absolutely no way that Paige was ever going to get Jack. Although Rose had already decided that she would be continuing her relationship with her boyfriend Cal, she couldn't bear to have Jack out of her life. Not because she didn't want to break Jack's heart. Rose truthfully couldn't care less about Jack's feelings, or his stupid heart, even though that had been the reason she had given Janelle.
No, the real reason that she didn't want Jack out of her life, was because she knew she could make him do absolutely anything she wanted. Anything. She could see it in his eyes. She knew how much he loved her, and she knew she could use this very much to her advantage, in so many ways, without even having to care about him back.
All Rose had to do was act like she cared about Jack, even though she didn't. Really, she cared about and loved Cal.
Rose had always been told by dramatic arts teachers that she was an amazing actress and performer, but with this whole 'Paige loving Jack' thing, this could ruin everything. And that scared Rose.
If Paige did tell Jack how she felt, and Jack realised that he felt the same way for her, there was a good chance that he would grow tired of waiting around for Rose herself to show some major serious interest, and then… then the putty in her hands would be gone. Forever.
