A/N Hi again! This chapter is all Malaria *cough* I mean Melanie's POV. I'd say it's a bit emotional but she actually deserves what she's getting. This chapter is also Melanie telling her side of the story and once again, thanks to everyone who's reading, following, favorite-ing and reviewing.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own neither Les Mis nor Miss Selfridge nor Mango nor MAC nor Estee Lauder nor BVLGARI nor Swarovski nor Louis Vuitton nor Steve Madden. Apparently, I'd like to because I'd be rich if I did...

Melanie's POV

The morning already wasn't as good as I expected it to be. I woke up and saw Adrienne and Juliette sitting in the kitchen, avoiding my gaze. What did I do? "Good morning, my pretty little roommates." I greeted them, ignoring the fact that they didn't even look at me. "Your plan was stupid, Melanie. Why did you do it anyway? I mean, it didn't get that blondie guy of yours away from that brunette girl so why?" Juliette asked. I rolled my eyes. "Boo, you whore! As long as it's not as stupid as you, I'm better off with it." I replied as she shot me a dirty look. "I actually agree with Juliette. She's right, Melanie. Your plan was nothing but a little girl's plan to tell her mommy that her friend didn't want to play with her." Adrienne added. I turned to her in anger. "Excuse you? What in the bloody hell are you talking about? You always agree with me! Not disagree! You girls are such bitches!" I said exasperatedly. It was just not right. It wasn't normal for my friends to express their feelings because they're too stupid to do that and they never will be able to do that. I sighed in anger and went to take a shower. It didn't really calm me down and it was disturbing me more than anything else. I quickly finished taking the shower and dressed up in my fuchsia Miss Selfridge crop shirt and my hot pink zipper Mango mini skirt. I put on my light pink dog-fur scarf and let it hang on my shoulders. I went out of the bathroom and straight to the dresser. I picked out a huge purple bow and stuck it one the top of my head. I let my blonde hair down and it swayed upon my shoulders. I applied some pink and purple MAC eye shadow on my eyelids and put on pink Estee Lauder lipstick on my lips. I searched the perfume drawer and finally found what i wanted; BVLGARI. When I finished putting on my diamond Swarovski earrings that were shaped like swans, I hurried over to my bed, picked up my pink Louis Vuitton clutch, put on my fuchsia 4-inch Steve Madden high heels and went off to school. I wasn't in the mood at all because school reminded me of the blackout yesterday that I caused (Nobody knows about it) and the blackout reminded me of Enjolras and the bitch. I didn't want to go to school anymore and it was just annoying. My first period was Math and I didn't like it. I walked into class and felt everyone in my Math class' eyes on me. I was pretty much used to it because that's what popularity does to me and it just makes me feel sexy and wanted. I sat down in my seat next to Montparnasse and he kissed me. "Good morning, gorgeous." He said and winked.

"Excuse me, Ms. Beaumont and Mr. Montparnasse whom I don't know your last name. No kissing in class please." Mr. Javert warned us. I totally forgot he was sitting there at his desk. "Alright, class. Let's start-"

"Ms. Melanie Beaumont. Please go to Madame Fantine's office now." Mr. Javert was interrupted by the school's announcement. What? Why do they want me? Is my hotness and sexiness too hard for the male teachers to handle? Mr. Javert cleared his throat. "Ms. Beaumont. You heard Madame Fantine. Go." He said as I reluctantly picked up my clutch and walked out of the room. Madame Fantine's office was on the 3rd floor and Mr. Javert's Math class was on the 2nd floor. I climbed up the stairs and finally reached her office. I knocked on the door softly and waited. "Is it you, Melanie?" Madame Fantine asked from the inside of her office. "Yes, Madame." I replied as politely as I could as she told me to go in. I sat down quietly across from her as she stopped typing on her computer and turned to face me. "Why would you do it, Melanie?" She asked me, looking straight at me. Her brown eyes weren't the same as always. They were sharp and demanding and kind of scary. "Do what?" I asked, confused. I really was confused and couldn't help but asking. "Be honest, please, because I know when people lie." She said once more in an even more demanding tone. Then, I remembered that I caused the blackout and the security camera might have caught the action. Shit! "I don't remember doing anything, Madame. I really don't." I was lying this time and I just hoped that she would buy it. Unfortunately, she didn't. "Have a look at this video that the security camera took and I'm sure you'll know what I'm talking about." She said, handing me a video camera. I took it from her hand cautiously and watched. It was a video of me, cutting the power source of the whole school off and causing the blackout. "But it's not me! I didn't do it!" I exclaimed, protecting myself. Madame Fantine snatched the video camera from my hands and put it in front of her computer. "You're lying, Melanie. I can see it in your eyes. Now tell me the truth or I'll call you parents and let them see the video themselves. It's your choice." She said, her piercing brown eyes still on me but they became scarier. "I swear, Madame, that I didn't do it! It's...Cosette! Yes! She has blonde hair, too! How do you know that it's me and not Cosette?" I replied, accusing Cosette so she could get in trouble. But I was clearly missing out on something. "I didn't buy those kinds of clothes for Cosette. She doesn't have those clothes." She said. I raised my eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Cosette is my daughter. I know better than anyone else how she looks like and she does not look like this." She pointed to the video camera, the image of me cutting the power source off was paused when she said the last part. My jaw dropped. The principal is Cosette's mom?! Uh-oh. "Is there anything bad you would like to say more about Cosette so I could tell her?" She asked, grinned wickedly. I gulped hard. "I didn't do it." I said, not giving up. "It's all a lie. I never even went to the power room in the first place. Besides, it was locked." I said in satisfaction that I actually made up a good answer. I thought she doesn't know if the power room was locked or not so I just made it up because it actually wasn't locked. She wouldn't know anyway. Madame Fantine choked out a derisive laugh. "Oh, so you think I'm stupid, huh?" She asked and laughed again the same way she did the first time. Yeah, I'd say that, I answered the question in my mind. "The power room wasn't locked, Melanie. I was the one to tell the janitors to turn the hallway lights off when it was raining the day before and they didn't lock it since that day and the blackout happened yesterday." She said. Oops. "Um...I...uh..." I stammered.

"So you're still going to deny, deny, deny. Poor you, Melanie, but I'm going to have to do what I have to do." She said, picking up her cell phone and a small phone book. I put up a hand to stop her but it didn't stop her from dialing a number. "Please don't do it, Madame. I beg you!" I said. She pressed end call and turned to me. "Well, then, what are you waiting for? Confess!" She said, slamming her hands on the table, causing her phone in her hand to hit the table. "I didn't do it! How many times do I have to tell you?!" I said exasperatedly. Her annoyed and angry expression turned to a sheepish smile. "Oh, you won't have to tell me, darling. Tell your dear parents." She said as she picked up the phone once more, dialed a number and put the phone to her ear. "Hello, this is principal Fantine calling from Victor Hugo High School and it's about your daughter. She's causing trouble in school and we would like to see you right now... Alright. Thank you." She hung up and gently put her phone on the table. She turned to me with a smug grin. "Happy now?" She asked. I humphed and crossed my arms over my chest in frustration. About 5 minutes later, my parents walked into the office. My mom had a horrified look on her face. "What in the world are you wearing?!" She asked, covering her mouth with her perfectly manicured-in-red hand. "Don't you like it?" I asked, standing up and spinning around.

"It's... It's hideous! Where did you get these?! I don't remember buying them for you." She asked. I mumbled a 'whatever' under my breathe and sat down on the chair that I got up from. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont." Madame Fantine greeted my parents and at the same time, cutting my mom off. My parents nodded and both stuck out their hands to shake with Madame Fantine. After they shook hands, my dad sat down on the chair on my left and my mom sat down on the chair on the right. They shot me disappointed looks and turned to Madame Fantine. "Madame Fantine, this is my mom, Clair Beaumont and my dad, Richard Beaumont." I introduced them as my mom shushed me. "Melanie! Shut up! You are in trouble and yet you have the guts to introduce us? How rude of you! Haven't I taught you enough?" My mom was clearly frustrated. "Your daughter cut the power source of the whole school off yesterday and that caused a blackout." Madame Fantine explained. My dad whipped his head to my direction. "Are you crazy?! Melanie, you are some serious trouble maker and you're a girl! What do you have to say for yourself?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and crossed my legs. "Melanie! This is what I call, excuse me, a bitchy attitude!" My mom said then turned to Madame Fantine. "What are the consequences?"

"What consequences?!" I asked as I sprang up from the chair. "You will have to come to summer school and you won't graduate this year. The rules are the rules. I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont." Madame Fantine said. Omigosh! Summer school?! "Um...Popular girls aren't supposed to go to summer school. Therefore, I can't go. Summer schools are for losers and dorks. I'm the most popular and I don't deserve to go." I said in a 'duh!' tone. My mom's hand suddenly went flying across my face and she stormed off, leaving me just like that. My dad didn't disagree with my mom much about that because he told Madame Fantine to sign me up for summer school in instance and left. "You can go back to class." Madame Fantine said, her smug grin growing even wider. I grabbed my clutch and stomped out of the office. I walked down the stairs and reached Math class. As I was about to grab the door knob, the bell rang.

Lunch finally came. I hurried down the stairs and bumped into Adrienne and Juliette. They walked right past me and pretended they didn't see me. "Excuse me? You make way for me, slap heads, not walk right past me!" I said. They turned to me then continued walking. I followed them until the cafeteria. When we got to our table, Juliette and Adrienne looked annoyed. "Quit following us, Melanie! We're sick of you and we're sick of you bossing us around everyday! Fuck off!" Adrienne shouted.

"Fuck you, bitch! You're not supposed to say that to me! Me, bitch, me! I'm the most popular, sexiest, hottest, sweetest and every other adjective that exists on this earth! You are never going to be a match for me! NEVER!" I said and slapped Adrienne. She gasped over-dramatically and slapped me back with her Dior clutch. "Oh. My. God. What did you just do?!" I asked her and punched her in the face. I heard silence around the cafeteria, then chanting. "Fight. Fight. Fight." The crowd chanted continuously. "Melanie! Fuck off, will you?! You damaged her face!" Juliette said, helping Adrienne up.

"You stupid bitch! You are so stupid! And dumb as an ass! I never wanted to be your friend!" I said. She slapped me and I pulled her hair. Suddenly, Juliette punched me and kicked me in the ass! I was furious and extremely unsatisfied especially the fact that I fell to the floor first, her high heels were 4 and a half inches high, my bow became black from the dust on the dirty floor and my underwear almost showed when my mini skirt flew up as I fell down. The crowd laughed as if I deserved it and still continued chanting like idiots. The three of us ended up on the floor of the cafeteria, slapping, punching and kicking each other with the crowd surrounding us. "STOP!" I heard a familiar man's voice say. We stopped and got off of each other. The voice's owner was Montparnasse. "Oh, 'Parnasse! You came!" I said, running to his arms but he grabbed my arms and kept quite a distance from me. "Wh-What's this about?" I asked him, stepping toward him one step as he stepped back. "Don't, Melanie. I saw your parents. They told me that you caused the blackout. Why? Why did you do it?" He asked me. I laughed. "Well, don't you get it? I dated you for the sake of dating someone. In order for me to be popular, I had to date someone and I saw that you were pretty hot for a normal guy so I chose you. As simple as that." I explained. He frowned and look straight into my eyes. This is not gonna be good. "So you just care about your popularity? That's all you care about? For a minute there, I thought you actually liked me...but I was wrong. All this time I was wrong."

"I like you, 'Parnasse, but I love my Enjy bear more and he doesn't give a damn about me. I'm trying to win him back. I caused the blackout because I thought I would impress him with my bravery and I succeeded. See? You're hot and sexy but he's hotter and sexier that you are." I said, winking over to Enjy, who was staring at me. I saw him roll his eyes and continued talking to his friends. As I started walking over to his table, Montparnasse grabbed me by the wrists. "We're breaking up." He said, twisting my wrists softly. I gasped and slapped him across the face. "And we are never ever getting back together." He whispered in my ear and stomped off. I smoothed out my mini skirt and adjusted my bow. I brushed my hair with the comb I carried in my clutch and walked over to Enjy's table. They were discussing politics. Yuck! I sat down next to Enjy and leaned on his shoulder. "What the fuck? Why are you here?" He asked as he scooted over to his friend's (I don't know his name) side and I followed him. "I just wanted to say that I love you. I want you back, babe." I said, touching his cheek. He slapped my hand and I stood up from the table. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I asked, blowing my hand. It was stinging and it hurt extremely bad. "I think I'm doing the right thing. Now go away because I don't need you here." He said. I humphed and stormed off. I sat alone at the table where the dorks sat. I was shooed away by the popular group so I had to eat elsewhere. Today was the worst day ever. First thing in the morning, my only and best friends ditched me, then I got in trouble by both my parents and the principal, then my boyfriend dumped me in front of everyone, and lastly, the popular group didn't want me to sit with them anymore because they found out I signed up for summer school when it was my dad who did and not me.

After classes were over, I went back to my dorm room and started packing my stuff into my pink luggage that was made especially for me. It wasn't found anywhere in stores so I had it exclusively. My parents told me at lunch to pack up my stuff after school and they were going to pick me up so I did what I had to. I took all my clothes and dumped them in the luggage. After that, I gathered my perfumes and make-up in a huge transparent bag and put it in the luggage. I went on to the shoes and then the accessories. After an hour, I finally finished packing. I looked around the room for the last time and left the room with the luggage. I closed the door behind me and saw my parents. "Oh, great. You're ready. Let's go." My mom said, still avoiding eye contact with me. I followed my parents to our Mercedes and my dad opened the trunk for me to put the luggage in. I left the luggage for my dad to put it in and opened the backseat door. I climbed into the car and crossed my legs at the ankle. My mom was already sitting in the front seat and my dad got into the driver's seat. As my dad was driving back to our house, we had a conversation. "I know we didn't tell you this before but... We're making you home-schooled until summer break. We decided you can't go to real school anymore so that's what you get for causing trouble. We told you to pack up, yes, but you're not going to another school. It's what we have to do, Melanie." My dad said. I almost cried. "But I thought you said-"

"We didn't say anything, Melanie Beaumont. You are going to be home-schooled and that's final!" My mom said as my dad pulled up in our garage. I hadn't been home since a long time and I didn't particularly miss it. I got out of the car and went straight into the house. I climbed up the stairs to my room and slammed the door shut. I started crying on my bed when the thought of not seeing my friends anymore popped into my head. All those years that I've been friends with them and they suddenly ditched me today. Why was that? Because I had a plan and the plan led to, let's face it, disaster. I had nobody to talk to. My friends ditched me, my boyfriend broke up with me, the popular group didn't want me in there anymore and even my own parents didn't want to have eye contact with me. This is hell! I sobbed until I fell asleep. I hoped this won't happen but it already did and I blew my one and only chance to become the most popular girl in school although I already was.

Me:*sarcastically* Awww poor Malaria...

Madame Thenardier: It's Melanie.

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