By the time we all got off the bus after reaching our school, I was pretty damn tired of Ivan sneaking in little kisses dotting along my neck and spine, and Elyse was still falling hard for him. I tried to assure her that I wasn’t in a relationship with Ivan, but he kept disagreeing and pulling me in for a hug. I was sure that it was pretty confusing for Elyse to witness the whole thing, after she had just come back from Arizona.
I waited outside the bus, using the lame excuse to wait for Mya so I could walk her to the middle school building, so I could shake Ivan off, and Brite saw this as a chance to drill him about how he had met me, and Elyse said bye to get her schedule from the office.
I waited impatiently for Mya to get off the bus, my foot tapping against the concrete angrily as Brite asked Ivan drilling questions like, “What college are you planning to go to? If that is you’re going instead of being some sort of drug dealer.”
Mya stepped off the bus, looking a little confused once she saw me standing outside the bus. Then again, it had been a while since I had walked her to her school building. I used to do it all the time, but I’ve been so preoccupied with the whole four-part hybrid thing that my priorities had changed. And to be honest, I realized that I was starting to sound like a really selfish douche the more I complained in my head.
“Who’s that guy?” Mya asked dubiously, eyeing Ivan uneasily.
“He’s…a friend,” I struggled for words. “I’ll walk you to your building.” I added, and then we started walking away from Brite and Ivan in their heated conversation.
“Actually,” I cringed when I heard Ivan’s loud voice rise above everyone else, “I’m more than just Mel’s friend. We’re dating!” He shouted. I could just imagine him with that stupid smirk on his face.
“What?” Mya whipped around, a pissed-off look on her face. “You’re dating that Slim Shady wannabe over there and Dre? That’s ridiculous!”
I was a little taken aback by her outrage as I struggled for words. “My, calm down. Actually, I’m not dating either of—,”
“Oh, whatever!” Mya yelled at me, her cheeks red with fury. By then, everyone stopped to see us fighting; no one could believe it. Melita Young and her little sister Mya fighting? They had the perfect sibling relationship ever. I cold practically imagine what the idiots at my school were thinking as they watched hell unfold.
“You get all bent out of shape when Derek comes over, and all we were doing was holding hands, Mel! I’m not like you, going around town straddling every being with a dick!” She yelled.
My jaw dropped open so fast, I thought it was going to unhinge and hit the pavement. My little sister had just said the word dick! I’m surprised she even knew that that was!
“Mya, calm down. And don’t use those words, they’re not suitable for someone your age,” I scolded her, trying to ignore the fact that I sounded almost exactly like Mom.
“No, I won’t!” She countered, poking her finger in my chest, hard. “You can go fuck off with your boyfriends while I stand here, rotting in hell!” She yelled so loud, my ears started ringing a little after she finished. With that, she sprinted to the middle school, leaving me behind in shock.
“Whoa,” I heard Ivan and Brite gasp behind me, awkwardly in sync. “She was seriously pissed off.” Ivan observed.
I whirled around, and faced Ivan square in the eye. “YOU!” I roared. “This is all your fucking fault!” I screamed, shoving him with both of my hands so hard that he almost toppled over. “You need to just butt out of my freaking life! No one wants you here! So just leave!” I yelled, and felt a few tears brimming in my eyes.
Ivan looked a little shocked, and he took a step back from me, finally. Goddamn, he was so clingy sometimes, I couldn’t help but lose my temper around him. Brite reached out and touched my shoulder, about to say something, but I shook it off.
“Just leave me the fuck alone!” I screamed at the two of them, stunning everywhere else watching my total meltdown, and sprinted into the high school.
I ran straight to the bathrooms, where tears were embarrassingly running down my face. There were two freshmen in the bathroom, and I told them to scram. They immediately took off with frightened looks on their faces. I guess a crying sophomore was pretty scary to them. I looked in the mirror, and realized that I looked like a mess.
If I had been wearing mascara – which I almost never wear – it would have been running all down my face, giving me cloudy raccoon eyes. I could feel a total snot back-up in my nose, and I wanted to just go home, even though first period hadn’t even started yet. I decided if I felt as shitty as I did now for the rest of the day, I would just lie to the nurse and tell her that I threw up, and she would definitely send me home.
Just keep it together. Just keep it together, Mel. I told myself quietly in my head before walking out the bathroom doors to the lunchroom. When I walked out and entered, I swear, it felt like every was staring at me with complete and total fear in their eyes, like they were just waiting for me to have another meltdown and go Godzilla on them or something.
I walked over to the table where Brite, Elyse, and of course, Ivan were sitting. Brite gave me a worried look, while Elyse was sitting with her chin resting on her fist, looking dreamily at Dominic a few tables over. I guess she was over Ivan. Good, because he was a total douche. And you totally want him. My conscience said. Shut up brain! I retorted, and then felt instantly stupid for telling myself to shut up.
The only seat left was between Brite and Ivan, and I struggled not to roll my eyes. I expected Ivan to revert back into his bouncy, animated self, but all he did was pull out the chair for me with his foot. It made me uncomfortable since everyone was staring at me, so I kept my eyes pasted down to the floor, and sat down in the chair. Once I sat, the lunchroom erupted into a bunch of roars, just the usual sound of people talking once they all stopped gawking at me.
“Sorry,” Ivan whispered. I turned, and he actually looked genuinely sad.
“For what?” I sighed, trying to keep it all together.
“For…being crazy,” He said, giving me a small smile. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything like that.” And he leaned in and gave me a small kiss on the cheek.
I was a little embarrassed, and I instantly felt my cheeks heat up when he pulled away, a smile in his eyes. “Thank you.” I said quietly, so self-conscious that I kept myself from looking at him full on.
“I have to leave now to get my schedule,” He announced to the table, and then walked away to go to the office.
I watched him go, a sadness tugging at my heart. I was being way too mean to Ivan, and he really didn’t deserve it. Elyse stretched up from her chair, not even saying where she was going, but I had an idea she walked over to where Dominic was sitting and sat down next to him, and they started talking.
I shook my head in disbelief. “Jesus, she’s fast, isn’t she?” I asked Brite.
She didn’t respond. “You’re wrong, Mel,” She replied solemnly instead.
“What?” I asked, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Ivan,” She said, giving me a plaintive look. “He’s a good guy, Mel. You shouldn’t be so hard on him.” She said, like she knew everything about Ivan, which she totally didn’t. She didn’t know that he was the “angel of death” but not technically. She knew absolutely nothing about him, yet she was scolding me for judging him. Whatever. I’m so freaking tired of people judging me, scolding me, telling me what I want to be. Just leave me alone, and you can do your own shit.
I hadn’t realized that I had said my last thought aloud until Brite gave me a hurt look. “Mel,” She gasped. “What’s your problem lately? What are you, PMSing or something?”
“No, I’m not!” I roared, standing up from my chair so fast that it tipped over. I suddenly felt his bubbling rage deep inside my stomach, and I realized I was having one of my “rage” episodes. “Why does everyone always ask me that? You do realize that I can just be having a bad day, right?” I got in Brite’s face and pushed her by the shoulders.
“CAN EVERYONE JUST GET OFF MY BACK?!?” I yelled at the top of my lungs. My skin was on fire, I was so mad.
“Mel, just calm—,” Brite started to say.
“FUCK YOU!” I yelled in her face. I felt a numbness wash over me, and before I knew what I was doing, I had my hands wrapped around the edge of the table, and it was sailing through the air. A few things happened after that:
- There was an eruption of profanities as the people in the line of fire of the flying table moved out the way,
- To my surprise, Marshall started laughing so hard at my outburst that there were tears running out of his eyes,
- Brite shook her head and stepped away from me, making me realize the gravity of what I had done,
- And I was, of course, sent to the principal’s office.
“Melita, you do understand the gravity of what you did?” Principal Adams said, giving me a serious look. “You do understand that very important consequences will have to take place?”
“Yes sir,” I replied quietly.
“You tossed a table, almost endangering literally hundreds of lives, and not to add the profanities you were yelling that could be heard all the way down the hallway! Where I would like to mention, where the daycare for the teachers’ children is held.”
I winced. I had forgotten during my tantrum that the daycare for the teachers’ kid was right down the hall. And I had yelled some pretty bad things. Not to mention outside in front of the school, where there were other kids going to the elementary/middle school, including little pre-schoolers.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to suspend you for a couple of weeks, Melita,” He said solemnly.
“Wait, WHAT?” I yelled, realizing what he just said. “Suspended? B-but, I can’t be suspended! My parents will fu— er, freaking kill me! Please, Principal Adams, anything but suspension!” I pleaded, scooting closer to his desk in my chair.
“Melita, you committed several actions against the student code. I have no choice but to suspend you,” He said, giving me a sad look. “Personally Melita, I know that you’re a wonderful student, and I’m extremely surprised that you would do such a thing. I’m sure spending a few days from school will do you some good.”
What?!? No!! I shrieked in my head. I’ve spent enough time from school! I was in the Twilight Realm for like…three days! No, this can’t be happening! I moaned in my head.
Principal Adams opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped, leaving his mouth hanging open. His eyes were fixated on something behind me, so I turned around and saw no one other than Ivan. Without his trademark smile.
I turned back to Principal Adams, but he still hadn’t moved an inch. “Uh, Principal Adams?” I asked worriedly.
“He’s not going to answer you,” Ivan walked over and stood next to me. “I paused time. So I can get you out of this shithole you’ve created for yourself.” He said.
“You can manipulate time?” I gasped incredulously. “And you’ve never mentioned it to me?”
Ivan just shrugged. It was odd seeing him do so, because he wasn’t smiling; he was completely stone-faced. It was seriously creeping me out a little, I had to admit. “Oh. Well. I can manipulate time.”
I gave him a no-shit-Sherlock-look. “So, you can do that, telepathy, teleportation, and you can see everyone’s future?”
“Well, for the most part,” He said. “I can only communicate telepathically with you.” His eyes wavered over to mine, and I looked away as soon as our gazes met. I couldn’t look at him now…not when I had been such a douche to him, even though he started it first.
“Um, h-how?” I blubbered, feeling a little embarrassed at my involuntary stuttering. “I don’t have…telepathy. Or any powers like that at all. I’m just…normal?” I wanted to say, but the last sentence accidentally morphed into a question.
“Really, Mel?” Ivan gave me a dubious look. “Yeah, because normal people are able to breathe underwater, turn into wolves, transform into a person that looks like it came from a video game where you have wings, and tons of people out there are able to control all the elements out there, because, according to you, those aren’t powers.” He said sarcastically.
“I didn’t know any of that…” I said softly. I didn’t even know what I really even was. That’s pretty sad, isn’t it? And, I know that I can do all of these things, but I don’t feel…right doing it. I don’t feel right, like I don’t belong anywhere. I’m not a human, but then again, I am because two of my parents are. I just don’t…belong. Plain and simple.
Oh crap, not this again. I groaned in my head. I was getting in to one of my depression moods again. I hated when that happened, because I couldn’t shake it off; it just cloaked over me like I couldn’t breathe, and I hated that. I hated it so much.
“Come on, let’s go back to the table in the lunchroom.” Ivan said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up from my chair, although I was reluctant to. We walked out the door – Principal Adams still frozen behind us – before I stopped, tugging on Ivan’s hand.
“Wait, we can’t go back,” I suddenly realized. “I’m suspended. I have to leave.”
Ivan gave me a sad smile, like it was so sad for me not to understand something he wasn’t telling me. “Here, let me show you something, Mel.” He tugged on my head again, and I gave him a questioning look, but he just smiled back at me. Goddamn he was growing on me.
We stood at the table, where everything was still frozen. A couple of teachers were trying to lift up the table I had thrown – which made me realize just how in the hell I had thrown a table that far – while everyone else was in disarray. Brite, on the other hand, was just standing there next to the empty space looking at where the table had been. She looked seriously depressed, such a sad look in her eyes that it broke my heart to even look at her. I was going to beat Charlie’s ass as soon as he came back to school for breaking my best friend’s heart.
I noticed that the light of her cell phone was shining through her jeans pocket, and I reached forward to fish it out. I flipped it open, and sure enough, it was from Charlie, that bastard.
I’m sorry Brite. I didn’t mean to cheat on you. It just happened. Please forgive me, I regret doing what I did. That wasn’t like me, and you know that. So please give me another chance. I don’t want you to leave me. I love you. ~ Charlie
Ugh, I hate that. I hate when people say “it just happened” when they cheat on someone. Like, what the hell? You don’t just freaking fall into a vagina, sheesh. My fingers itched to text back, “Fuck off” but I decided against it. It wasn’t in my place to do that. I flipped the phone back closed and shoved it back into her pocket.
Charlie cheated with Elyse. I know it’s obvious, but I didn’t want to believe it. She’s my best friend, and she’s best friends with Brite too, so why would she want to do that? I asked myself in my head, forgetting that Ivan was standing right there next to me until he loudly cleared his throat.
“Just to let you know, Charlie didn’t cheat with Elyse.” Ivan said, his fingers rubbing gently at his temples with his eyes closed.
“What?” I turned around to look at him. “You don’t know that. It’s obvious that she did.”
“Says the person who can’t read minds,” He said sardonically with a sarcastic smile on his face. “I can’t get much anything else, though. Whatever she really did do with Charlie is shrouded by some sort of cloud. She doesn’t want to think about it anymore.” He explained.
“Ugh, why does everything have to be so complicated?” I groaned, my brain starting to hurt as I tried to think of different angles. Angles at which would give Elyse any reason to be around Charlie in any sexual way. I mean, yeah, she could be a weird perv sometimes, but it was all just a joke. She didn’t really mean it; I knew that.
“Alright, so what did you want to show me?” I said, giving up on my racing thoughts.
“This is going to blow your mind,” He said, standing next to me. He snuck a kiss right on my cheek, and I lightly punched him in the arm. “No violence, Mel. That’s what got you in trouble in the first place.” He said playfully.
“Whatever.” I said, but smiled back at him. He snaked his arm around my waist, and I just let him keep it there. For now, of course.
Mel, you’re just digging a bigger hole for yourself. I lightly scolded in my head. I was getting in too deep with Ivan, I knew that, but what harm was it going to do? I couldn’t be with Dre anyway. Ha, that rhymed. Focus! I urged myself.
He gripped my waist tighter and I leaned into him. He closed his eyes and then he started humming softly under his breath. I looked at him, confused, and then I saw the people around us moving. They started walking backwards, and I saw myself enter in from the hallway. It was like time was rewinding— and then I realized that was exactly what Ivan was doing.
The table flipped through the air back down, back to the point where Brite and Elyse were sitting. I looked over to Ivan, and he had a please smile on his face, pointed directly at me. Everything looked back to normal, right before I had went all berserk on everybody in the lunchroom.
I grimaced a little, remembering what happened outside the school building. “You couldn’t rewind it back to when we first got off the bus?” I asked.
“No, sorry. I can only go back so far before messing up everything.” He said, giving me a sad smile.
“Oh. Okay.” I sat down at the table with a dejected look on my face. Whenever I solved one problem, a different one arose. How in the hell had I not noticed that Mya hated me so much? And how could she just cuss at me like that? I guess Marshall and I were seriously going to have to cut down on the cussing around her…
“Hey, don’t look so down,” Ivan said, putting his hand on my shoulder as he sat down next to me at the table. “I know some bad things have been happening to you lately, but they’ll get better. Trust me, I can see into the future, you know.” He gave me a little smirk and elbowed me lightly in the side.
“It’s hard not to,” I sighed, trying to put on a smile, but it just fell flat and I just looked even more sad. “I swear, sometimes, I’m like, the most pathetic person I know.”
Ivan gave me a dubious look. “Mel, you’re being insane. You’re not pathetic. You’re taking all of this in stride; it’s normal to freak out a little, and you haven’t even been doing it that much! So you have nothing to worry about right now, so just calm down.” He said, trying to cheer me up. And I have to admit, it kinda did.
“Why are you here?” I heard a voice suddenly cut in. Just a few seconds ago, my eyes had been locked with Ivan’s, and I swear, if we hadn’t been interrupted, I was sure that he was going to kiss me.
You’re such a priss. A part of my brain sneered. Now when, just when, was I going to turn back into the normal (well, not really normal) Melita Young and not this girl who threw serious temper tantrums and always seemed to be caught in the middle of something?
“Dre?” I turned around to see him walking through the front doors of the school, sending a glare to Ivan. “How is he…”
Ivan rolled his eyes at Dre. “Well, since he’s not human, he’s not frozen. He’s just walking around, spreading his jerk face-iness.”
“My jerk face-iness? Nice comeback, asshole.”
“Asshole? I’m not the asshole. You’re the one who’s an asshole you…drill bit.”
“Please stop now,” I cut in before their lame back and forth comments escalated to something else. “I’m seriously not in the mood for this now, so let’s just get on with this school day so it can be over, alright?”
“Sure. Mel,” Ivan said, as if he was talking to me, but his eyes were trained on Dre. He tried to wrap his arm around my waist again, but I shrugged him off, knowing it would just create more tension between the two of them.
“Not now,” I whispered, jerking away from him a little. “Now can you resume the day, please?”
He closed his eyes, like he was concentrating on something really hard, and then time unfroze, and the lunchroom erupted into its roars of conversation once again. Dre walked over and sat down at the table next to Brite, and sent Ivan a glare before patting the seat next to him.
“Kill me now,” I muttered under my breath, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I sat on the other side of Brite and pushed Ivan away when he tried to sit next to me. He took it all in stride, giving me a bright smile before sitting a seat away from me.
“And the loser gets rejected,” Dre laughed at Ivan.
“Don’t even start,” I groaned. “Elyse is sitting there.”
“Elyse is back?” He twisted around in his seat to see Elyse sitting at Dominic’s table. “Man, she works fast.”
“Tell me about it,” Ivan muttered, looking away from my gaze. I remembered that he had said that Elyse hadn’t cheated with Charlie, but she still had something to do with it all. What exactly did that mean? Why would she help Charlie cheat?
After that, everyone sat at the table in silence. No one wanted to speak. Not when Ivan and Dre were continuously muttering murderous threats towards each other while Brite just sat there looking…broken and depressed. How could I fix this? How could fix everything that I had brought upon my friends?
This sucks so bad. I sighed to myself in my head.