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Okay, so, I take forever to update because I put these chapters through at least two revisions, if not more. I come up with ideas and then have to save them on other documents and attempt to make sense of them.
Chapter Two: Waste My Time With You
((From Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects))
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
How she hated that sound. Her arm flailed around pathetically as she attempted to knock the alarm off of her bedside table. Her little feline companion, Poe, meowed loudly in her ear, attempting to wake her up. Well, good for Poe. It worked.
Melissa groaned before opening one bleary eye to observe her cat. Poe simply sat on her stomach and waited to be fed. She yawned and rolled over, causing the little tabby to jump off and look reproachfully at her. The high school student cursed under her breath before finally giving up on sleep.
"Fine, you win. I'm up." Of course, it was only 6:45 in the morning, but Poe really wasn't interested in how early it was for Melissa to get up.
After sleepily fixing Poe's breakfast and setting it on the floor for her to eat, Melissa ran her fingers through her hair as she stared mildly out of the window. The house her uncle had bought her wasn't terribly big. It didn't need to be, so he had bought one just big enough to be considered comfortable and not cramped. There were two bedrooms, two bathrooms, the kitchen, dining room and living room.
"Day two in Tree Hill, North Carolina." She muttered under her breath. After thinking about it for a moment, she smirked wryly and continued, "We'll see how long it takes before we have to move again."
Poe just gazed up at her momentarily before returning to her food. Melissa yawned, rubbing her eyes. She hated getting up that early in the morning, but since she lived by herself, she had to take all of the responsibilities. She watched her cat eat enthusiastically for a moment and then all amusement left her face as she thought about something else.
In Boston, she had had a very serious relationship with a girl. They had dated for a little over a year with no serious problems. Her parents were unusually accepting of her choice in dates. At one point, Melissa had actually asked her to move in with her. She had had more than enough room. So, her girlfriend had packed up and changed her place of residence.
It had been one of the few times she was truly and completely happy. Her life was going great. She had good grades, a good part-time job, and a wonderful relationship. No more than two weeks later, one of the worst things had happened. Melissa's parents had found her once more.
Not only did they barge into the house unwelcome, they started screaming at Melissa. It hadn't helped that they discovered Melissa sleeping peacefully alongside her partner. Had her girlfriend not been there, it would have been worse…at least physically. She never did find out how they got into the house. All that she knew was that everything she had worked so hard for was falling apart. Within the next few days, she had packed up the entire house and had arranged to move again. Her girlfriend had been devastated.
As a last resort, Melissa had resurrected her icy façade and had broken up with her the day before she moved. With that, she had cut all ties with the first person she had ever fallen in love with. She felt that anger swell up in her chest before she managed to rein it in again.
It took her a few moments to realize Poe had jumped into the chair beside hers. Clearly, she was supposed to eat…something. She had already gone three days without eating breakfast or dinner. It wasn't that she was avoiding meals, she had just simply had lost her appetite.
"Fine. I'll eat. But it's just because of you." She jabbed a finger in Poe's direction.
It was a wonder she managed to get anything done. The girl was a total hazard in the morning.
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"Broo-oooke."
"Shuddup."
"Brooke."
Mumbled cursing was the only response.
"B. Davies. Get your ass out of bed. We're gonna be late!"
"Fine! I'm up." Yeah…right.
It took Peyton actually pulling the covers down to wake her roommate up. Brooke grumbled for a few more minutes, causing Peyton to roll her eyes and go to her last resort. Tickling.
No less than a second later, Brooke squeaked and immediately fled from her bed. She hated it when Peyton tickled her to make her wake up. But, sometimes it was the only thing that could make her get up. Usually they didn't care what time they got to school, as long as they didn't miss anything important.
Go figure, the teachers had decided to schedule three important tests, one of which was in the morning, hence the panic.
It took them twenty more minutes to hurriedly put on make-up and throw clothes together. As usual, Peyton was hot broody girl in her leather jacket and Brooke looked like her normal, fabulous self.
"Alright, alright, let's get outta here!" Peyton grinned as Brooke bounced up next to her, matching her quick pace down the hall and then descending the staircase. The brunette rolled her eyes, jangling her keys in front face.
"I'm driving, crazy girl."
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"Please turn in your tests as you leave."
Peyton rolled her eyes at her teacher's dull drone. The test had been easy enough. It had helped that she studied for it. Brooke, on the other hand, had looked utterly bewildered about the entire thing. And Brooke was actually a lot smarter than how she acted, but she had forgotten to study.
Her eyes flitted over to the other girl who had, annoyingly, held her attention for most of the class. Melissa had been sitting there, looking calm as always, throughout the entire thing. Peyton couldn't figure out if she had flunked or aced it. She swiftly reminded herself that she didn't give a damn either way.
The one thing that snapped Peyton out of her irritable daze was Brooke looping their arms together and starting up with her piteous moans of how much she regretted not studying. Melissa caught her eyes for the most fleeting of seconds before melting away into the throngs of raucous students. Peyton could deal with her later. Right now, she was having her bestest friend Brooke time.
"Peyton? Peyton!"
"Huh?"
"Have you even been listening?" Brooke inquired, her brow furrowing in concern. Usually, Peyton just indulged her and listened to her pitiful complaints when she didn't study. "What's up? You've been miss Occupied Girl lately."
"It's just – what do you think of Melissa?" Peyton asked, her tone level and careful not to give away anything.
"Melissa…You mean New Girl who likes to call us names of the Powerpuff Girls?" Without waiting for Peyton's answer, Brooke continued on. "She seems like – she could be pretty nice. But, as of right now, she just bugs me with the powderpuff thing."
"I –"
"Nice to know I have a fanclub." Peyton started slightly. They were out on the campus, just outside of the gymnasium. Melissa had slithered up on them in her annoying little way. "Hey Bubbles, Buttercup."
"You know what, P. Sawyer?" Brooke innocently slipped away from the pair, her eyes showing her obvious desire to get away from being called 'Buttercup' again. "I gotta go meet Rachel for a major studying thing. Call me later?"
"Yeah, Brooke-"
The brunette grinned and pushed her way into the crowd before vanishing among the throngs of students. Melissa looked quizzically after her, and then, shaking her head, turned her attention back to Peyton.
"Well, I heard you were the girl to see for questions about music…or cheerleading." She smirked a little at the latter of her sentence. Peyton Sawyer, a regular, high school cheerleader. Quite the shocker. "Since I only moved here a little while ago, I need some helping finding places. Care to be my tour guide? I'll buy you ice cream."
"Fine. No need to go around offering girls ice cream. You have no idea what they'll do for that kind of reward." Besides, Peyton felt the need to justify it to herself, it'd be just plain rude to turn her down.
"You're my new hero, Bubbles." Melissa grinned happily and then brushed her hair back from her face, eyes glittering. "We can start at – twelve tomorrow, at a little place. Karen's Café, I think it's called, right? A guy, Nathan, told me about."
"It's a date." Stupid thing to say. Peyton immediately wished that she could recall the words into her mouth. Melissa laughed a bit, waved and then left the blonde alone with her thoughts.
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AN: Sorry for the short chapter. Nothing really happened, I know, but the next one will be better and I'll try and have it up sooner.