5.

It is frustrating, knowing what people said. I could hear them whisper about me in the hallway. It turns out, refusing to speak with Erika was social suicide.

Riley was here with me, deflecting rumors and threatening to beat anyone who spoke badly of me. She would scowl a silent warning at Harris, that screamed 'I will castrate you'. I approved.

I didn't see a lot of Tyler. He seemed a lot less laid back. His lethal nature coming out to play. When he saw me in the hall, he looked so disappointed in me. Like I had personally wronged him. I would just look away and pretend to listen to the one-sided conversation we had been having.

Classes moved slowly, like, slug slowly. Any class I had with Harris and Erika was torture. Not because I still loved him. I have to keep reminding myself he cheated on me. The image of the expensive bed and the jeans on thrown carelessly on the floor.

I wanted to show Harris that I didn't need him. I hated seeing them together, but it wasn't because it hurt. It was because I couldn't do anything to tear them apart. I want him to feel what I did that fateful Friday night. Had. I had to make him feel that itchy, burning, poisonous feeling that jealousy was. The big green scary monster that was in children's tales, but now, it was real. It was living in each and every one of us and I was going to be the one to make Harris feel it.

I was scared to approach Tyler though. Riley kept egging me on. Trying to convince me. One time, when he was walking down the hallway, she shoved me into him. Well, more accurately, she shoved me in his direction and I fell. Riley started laughing, and Tyler scoffed, rolled his eyes and walked away.

I heard a fluttering giggle coming from Erika, staring down Harris with those devilish eyes of hers. She was loosely holding a note between her pointer and middle finger.

Erika sits directly in front of me, by two rows. Harris, though, is a little further and has to turn around to look at her. His eyes glitter. He looks happy. His eyes meet mine, his smile not fading in the least bit.

I searched for every fault I could find. The main one being; is that I'm no longer into blondes. His eyes are too big, his jaw too defined. I don't know how I found him attractive. Sure, he has a classic look. But he isn't rough enough. His hair isn't dark enough, his eyes are the completely wrong color.

Tyler is sitting across from me, I can hear his irritated sigh. I glance over at him. Tearing my gaze away from Harris. Tyler is scowling at all of us, unable to focus on one person causing his displeasure. The bell rings, and he quickly packs up my stuff. Harris and Erika are already gone. As is Tyler. I walk to meet Riley halfway between our classes. When I see her, I immediately want to run. Her eyes are murderous. She is walking quickly, her hair swishing behind her.

"Have you talked to him yet?" Are the words that she greets me with.

"Hello, nice to see you too. My day has been boring." I mock her, implying her lack of manners. This makes her scowl deepen even further.

"Ugh, you need to get this plan of yours going. Before we graduate. I want him to beg at your feet and apologize for him being a manwhore. You can't do that if you don't speak to the weapon!" She says sounding exasperated. I am about to defend myself when I hear a surprised squeak.

I whip my head over, and my long braided hair hits Riley in the face. Making her yelp. I'm about to apologize, but then I see a scene.

Tyler is standing next to Harris. Erika is on the floor, her books spread out.

"Apologize, now." Harris snapped at Tyler.

"For what?" He asks innocently. Riley and I move forward, inching closer to the action.

"You knocked my girl over. Apologize and pick her stuff up." He says simply and helps Erika up. Pulling her next to him.

Tyler locks his jaw and stands stubbornly. I walk a little closer.

Harris spots me, his eyes gleam lightly and I can tell this isn't going to end well.

"Oh look, your little bitch is here," He says, Tyler turns around and looks at me. He groans, a sound of absolute leaves his lips.

"I'm not his bitch!" I half yell, at the same time Tyler says.

"She isn't my bitch or girl or whatever you call it." Which makes me almost fall over. Riley let's out a surprised sound. As an afterthought he adds, "Why do you have to be an asshole all the time. Come on, it's not like I purposely knocked Elise-"

"Erika." The namesake snaps.

"-Yap, her. I didn't mean to knock her down. She could've easily picked it up, but you had to blow it up and bring Marley into this mess. So I think you should be the one apologizing." Tyler says confidently. Looking them each in the eyes. Harris looks ready to kill, I feel like soon his face will just be stuck that way permanently. Erika seems tired of the lack of attention from her boyfriend.

Erika tugs on his shirt, kinda like look at me! I'm important. Her big blue eyes are a little too bright, too mischievous. And when he glances down at her again, they return to a look of innocent hurt. I can see the way his eyes soften, like butter left on a counter for too long. And it makes me sad because he never really looked at me that way. I take another step forward and did something that probably surprised everyone, even myself.

I stooped down low and gathered up all of the books and papers. Erika, while she may have been a barbie, wasn't a bad person. At least, I didn't think so. The fact that the man-whore had acted like we weren't dating didn't make it any better. This didn't mean I didn't want to tear them apart and make it hurt. I just wanted to hurt Harris, Erika was a whole different matter.

I put them into a little pile and walked over a few paces to Erika. Holding the books out, and raising an eyebrow. She looks at me with surprise written everywhere on his face, and Harris looks confused. She gingerly takes the books, like she thinks I'm gonna yank them away and toss them to the floor. I can hear Riley let out an audible gasp and Tyler sigh in frustration.

"Thank you." She mutters quietly. I nod, and turn away, having to quickly get to my next class. Even though we were all late. I can practically feel Riley's disappointment. Her hatred for Erika goes way back, and its a story she has yet to tell me. I'm just expected to hate her because she is popular and I'm not. And I know how the friend code works, she is my friend's nemesis, I shouldn't be kind to the enemy. I would rather keep my enemy close, so know the best way to hurt her, than keep her an arm away. Like Riley does. I believe my way is far more effective, given the fact that it has worked before.

- - - - - - - -

Classes pass quickly, but not quickly enough. I want to talk to one guy. I need an answer, and here he is. I push off the locker and quickly tap his shoulder. He is about to leave school.

"Hi," I say rather breathlessly. Pushing through the crowd had taken a lot more effort than I had originally anticipated.

"What do you want Molly?" Tyler asks, looking down at me. As if I'm beneath him, in a social way, obviously. I'm annoyed by the fact that he got my name wrong, again, but look past it.

"First of all, it's Melody-" He scoffs at my name as it is ridiculous. I was teased a lot for it when I was younger. There is a reason for it, although rather cheesy. That isn't important right now. "-and I want to know what you have against Harris." I state confidently. Which wasn't how I was feeling.

"Well, Macy, it really isn't anything of your concern." He says, almost mimicking my previous words to him. His eyes are such a lovely mix of colors.

I take a step closer and narrow my eyes. Sure, I'm intimidated by this terrifying human. That doesn't mean I'm gonna show it.

"Do you want Harris and Erika to continue to rule the school, or do you want to knock them off their thrones?" I look at him, eyebrows raised in challenge.

"How do you expect to do this, little Mary." He asks, disbelief rolling off him. I think I can spot a bit of hope in his eyes.

"Melody and I have a plan. By the end of the year, they're gonna have a lower social standing than I did." I state. Selling the idea further, making it an idea he would be stupid to turn away from. Building it up.

"What's the plan?" He asks. And I smile at him devilishly.

A/N

Hi guys. My partner, sunburntweirdo
Dropped out. She decided this story wasn't for her, you should check out her new story. Jealous is now on my account and all of the work is completely mine, besides the initial story idea which I shared with her. Thank you so much for giving this story a chance. Comment, and vote for more!

~ Skye ♤