• 107: No Answer •

                                    

                                          
Carson
                          
Melody hates me.
                          
Emma Murphy; 1:32pm
                          
I sat in my last class of the day as I received that text message. In confusion, I sent back a reply.
                          
Why? What happened?
                          
Carson White; 1:33pm
                          
Melody freaked out when she saw Diesel.
                          
She left the room for a long time.
                          
Ms. Foster then went to go see if she was okay.
                          
Mel didn't tell her anything...
                          
So, when she came back, she asked me if I knew anything.
                          
I told Ms. Foster about the party...
                          
Melody was so mad when she came back to class.
                          
Emma Murphy; 1:36pm
                          


                          
I clenched my jaw in order for it to not fall open in shock. I hadn't planned to tell Ms. Foster because Melody has explicitly told me not to do so. But she hadn't told Emma not to. I was surprised that she did, but glad that she did. Diesel needed to be reported.
                          
I'm sorry she's mad but you did the right thing.
                          
Carson White; 1:38pm
                          
***
                          
Emma was right. Melody was furious when I saw her after school. Leaned next to her locker, I watched as she walked briskly towards me, eyes glued to the floor. Her nose was pink, the only indicator that she'd been crying. She barely said anything as she traded her books, slamming everything a little too hard.
                          
"How was your day?" I asked, as I got into the car. I started up the car as I watched Melody's face fold into a frown.
                          
"Emma told," she said, causing me to pause as I put my seatbelt on. I wasn't sure how to approach it, but I figured the truth was the best option.
                          
"I know," I said quietly. The look that crossed her face told me otherwise.
                          
"What? Did you two plan it or something?" she asked angrily.
                          
"We didn't plan anything Mellie," I said, trying to calm her down.
                          
"You told her about the bruises!" she snapped.
                          
"She texted me later that night, because you hadn't responded to her or Alani all day and she was worried. I mentioned it because I was worried too. I am worried!"
                          
"No one has to worry! I'm fine!" Melody yelled. I sighed and watched as she turned her head slightly to look out the windshield instead of at me. Her lips were pouted, the rims of her eyes were as pink as her nose was, and she looked tired. Though she had said she'd gotten some sleep, I wondered how much that really was. I pulled out of the parking spot. 
                          
"Did you want to come over?" I asked.
                          
"That's okay; I know you have to study for your chemistry quiz," Melody replied.
                          
"I can study while you're over," I insisted. I just wanted her to be by my side, to know that she was okay.
                          
"Don't worry, really. I think I'm going to try to get some sleep," Melody said. 
                          
"Alright if you're sure," I sighed. Maybe she was mad at Emma and I. Maybe she wanted to be alone. Maybe she really did want to sleep. I couldn't tell, so I dropped her off at home and watched as the puzzle that was Melody walk into her house.