Sorry for how long this took. You guys didn't deserve this but school really took a toll on me. I had lots of homework (even though it's barely the second week 😒) and according to my parents, school comes before Wattpad (idk what that's about.)

So anyways, without further ado, this lame chapter! Enjoy!

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Okay, now this was just ridiculous.

It's been another week and Johnny still won't talk to me. What is his problem? It was just one small kiss! What is he so afraid of? It's not like I bite!

I was gonna force the little weasel to talk to me whether he liked it or not!

Today, right after school I would confront him at his locker before he can run. He always manages to leave before I can get to him, so I'll just have to skip the last few minutes of seventh period to catch him.

I groaned in frustration as I glanced up at the clock again. There was still another twenty minutes left before I could leave. If I asked for a bathroom pass and didn't come back for twenty minutes, they would get suspicious so I'd have to wait.

But I didn't feel like sitting here in a class learning about the anatomy of the human body. What I wanted to do was see Johnny again. I've been so lonely these past two weeks without him to talk to and I just wanted to be his friend again.

Maybe we weren't cut out to be in a relationship, but I could handle that. I think.

I was used to disappointment so I would be okay with not being able to be with Johnny. Then again, Johnny actually made me happy which meant I wasn't used to loneliness anymore.

I sighed and rested my head in my hands, not even bothering to pretend to pay attention to the teacher anymore. This was all so hard.

About five minutes passed by of me just thinking about what I would say when I felt my phone buzz in my purse by my leg.

I pulled my head up and tried to keep my eyes on the board as I slowly reached for my bag to get my phone out. Ms. Benson didn't seem to notice as I slipped my phone out and quickly threw it under my binder.

She still hadn't said anything so I moved the binder forward so I could see the screen as noiselessly as possible.

Why was my phone even going off? Who on Earth would text me?

With a confused face, I turned on the screen and it lit up with a few notifications.

I had to clamp my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream in joy.

I FREAKING HAD 5,876 LIKES AND 3,624 SUBSCRIBERS! OH MY FUCKING GOSH!

Why, oh why did I have to be in class? All I wanted to do was do my happy dance and scream and be happy. But nooo. Apparently school is more important.

I bit my lip as a giddy smile made its way onto my face. As soon as I was done talking to Johnny, I had to get my other song done.

The intercom went off and Ms. Benson hushed the class and stopped writing on the board.

"Could Ms. Benson and Mr. Harris please report to the main office. Ms. Benson and Mr. Harrison to the main office." The school secretary said and Ms. Benson sighed before walking to the door.

"Finish up your notes while I'm gone. No messing around or everyone stays after school for an hour in detention." She threatened, her narrowed eyes scanning the room. No one said a word and she left.

As soon as she closed the door, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief and began chatting with their friends.

Since I had no one to talk to, I began doodling on a piece of paper. I drew random stick figures and a heart with me and Johnny's names in the center.

I sighed softly as I stared at the heart. Maybe Johnny didn't want to see me anymore. I should probably leave him alone. He obviously doesn't like me in that way so I should back off.

Just as I became engrossed in my thoughts, I heard something that made me freeze.

"Hi, this is a song I wrote called Birthing Addicts and I hope you like it."

Oh no! Please no!

My head whipped up and to my horror, my video was on the projector. People were laughing and pointing at me as I sang. They mimicked me and snickered as tears pooled in my eyes.

"Look, everyone. Crybaby thinks she can sing." One girl, Taylor, said. She sneered at me and I kept my head down, already starting to sniffle.

Someone grabbed my chin and jerked my head back up forcefully and I was soon staring into Taylor's cold brown eyes.

"You listen up, and you listen good. You are never going to be anything more than some stupid little Crybaby who can't go one day without overreacting. If you thought you had some sort of talent, you better think again. No one is ever going to care about you or listen to you. Get that through your thick skull." She spat at me.

My lower lip quivered as she smirked evilly at me. I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out.

Why does she hate me so much? I've never done anything to her.

Without wasting a second, I pushed her out of my way and sprinted out of the classroom with my stuff. Ms. Benson had opened the door and was just walking through when I ran past her.

"Hey, get back here!" She yelled, but I didn't listen. I kept running until I got to the bathroom which was empty.

I closed the door behind me and slid down to the floor, hard sobs erupting from me.

I just don't get it. What have I ever done to deserve this? Is something so wrong with me that I deserve this punishment? Was I just not good enough?

My body was shaking with how violently I was crying. My makeup was getting ruined, I knew it but I didn't care. It's not like I could get any uglier anyways.

It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest and I was left to suffer. My gut wrenched as more salty tears streamed down my face.

Probably ten minutes had passed when my loud cries turned to soft sniffles. I brought my hand up to wipe my nose and eyes as I tried to steady my breath. Uneven hiccups were escaping my throat as I climbed to my feet.

Don't listen to them. You're not the problem, it's them. They just don't understand you.

I told myself this over and over again but it wouldn't sink in. I couldn't force myself to believe it.

With a heavy sigh, I dragged my hands down my makeup streaked face. I grabbed some tissue from one of the stalls and began dabbing at my face.

Forget talking to Johnny. I'm leaving. No way am I staying in this hell hole for another minute.

I furiously grabbed all of my things and marched out of the bathroom, letting the door slam behind me. I didn't even bother stopping at my locker to grab my other books and notebooks. There was no way I was doing homework this weekend.

Unfortunately, the class I had just been in was on the top floor of the school all the way on the farthest side of campus. Checking my phone, I groaned. By the time I finally managed to leave, school would be over.

At least then I technically wasn't ditching. But that didn't really matter to me seeing as how my parents weren't here to lecture me and who knows where James is?

Just as I had predicted, the second I was about to take my final step out the doors of the school, the bell rang.

I didn't let the rush of students leaving their classrooms in a hurry faze me and kept walking. No one took any notice of me and I was glad.

I'd had enough of today.

Wouldn't it be great if I could just close my eyes and poof! It's tomorrow!

Sadly, that didn't work despite me trying three times.

I would have to live out the rest of the day.

And I would also have to wait until Monday to talk to Johnny.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and immediately swung my fist. It collided with something and I heard someone groan in pain.

"Ow! Why did you do that?" My eyes widened as I noticed that it was Johnny. He held his shoulder where I had punched him and frowned at it.

Instant anger filled me and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well maybe if you wouldn't sneak up on me after ignoring me for like two weeks, I wouldn't have punched you!" I snapped, whipping around. My hair fanned out and smacked him in the face as I stalked away.

"Melanie wait! I wanted to apologize." He rambled as he jogged to keep up with me.

"Its too late now. You had a chance and you blew it!" I quip and shrug his hand off my shoulder as he attempts to make me stop.

"It was a mistake! I was just scared. I've never been in a relationship before. This is all new to me." He defended himself. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"So?" I demanded, finally stopping but I didn't turn to face him. My arms crossed over my chest and I held my head up high. "You think I've ever dated before? This is my first relationship too but you don't see me completely ignoring you because I can't keep my shit together!"

He looked shocked that I'd snapped and didn't say anything. I heard him gulp behind me and I felt my anger ease up slightly.

"All I wanted was to talk to you. I don't have anybody else and you just... You just left me." I whispered softly, looking down. I bit my lip and turned around.

"I like you Johnny. A lot. And I don't wanna keep doubting whether or not you like me too because you get nervous every time something starts to happen between us. I get it, I'm scared too, but I trust you. And it kind of hurts that you don't trust me too."

He was speechless, and looked down in shame. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't even thinking about you." He covered his face with his hands and sighed.

I took a deep breath and forced a small smile on my face. "Can we start over? Just pretend that all this stuff didn't happen?" I asked and he looked up from his hands, smiling back.

"Of course." He responded.

"Great. My birthday is on Sunday. Maybe you can come over and we can hang out?"

"That sounds great. I'll see you then." He said.

"Perfect." I smile.

Wow. Today actually doesn't completely suck anymore.

It was silent for a moment before Johnny rocked back and forth on his heels nervously. "I gotta go. My mom wants me home in time for dinner. My grandma is visiting." He explained and I nodded.

"Sure, see you on Sunday." I call over my shoulder as I turn and begin my walk back home.

I haven't learned how to drive so what was the point in buying a car? I suppose I would have to learn soon since I'm going to be an adult soon but for now, I don't think I need to. My house was a ten minute walk from school and it wasn't that bad. At least I was getting some sort of exercise because Lord knows I won't get it anywhere else.

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I giggled in glee as I ripped the blankets from my body.

Yesterday had been spent buying lots of decorations and a new outfit and hair dye. I decided on a pretty pink dress and a bluish-purple color.

I wanted to make sure that today went perfect. After all, you only turn eighteen once!

My entire mood was cheery as I showered and twisted my hair into low, wavy twin tails and slipped into my birthday dress. I spent about fifteen minutes on my makeup before I went downstairs to get all of my decorations together.

Everything was perfectly in place. Today was going to be absolutely magical.

I checked the antique clock hanging on the wall of the living room and nodded, marking the mental checklist I had created.

I was all dressed up, decorations were set up, the food was ready, and it was 10:30. I'd told Johnny to come over at around 11:00 so I still had some extra time to kill.

Maybe I should make a snack. Perhaps milk and cookies. Despite not actually knowing how to cook, I sure knew how to bake some great cookies.

I skipped to my kitchen and grabbed all of the ingredients I would need to make myself and Johnny some cookies.

By the time he got here, they would almost be ready. And then we could hang out and be friends again and then eventually more and everything was just going to be great!

After mixing the batter (and maybe eating a little...) I placed it in a tray and put it in the oven. It was all set. In about forty minutes, they would be done.

I skipped back into the living room and straightened everything up again. Johnny was going to be here soon. It was almost 11:00 now.

With a twirl, I plopped down on my couch and fixed a party hat on top of my head. I adjusted the string underneath my chin and touched up my pigtails, making sure to keep both hair colors separated evenly.

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It's been like an hour. The cookies were done and I had started munching on them.

Where was Johnny? He said he'd be here at 11:00 and its 11:57. Why isn't he here?

Should I be worried? What if he's hurt?

Maybe I should call him...

No. Everything is okay. He's just running a little late. He'll be here soon.

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Why isn't he here? Why isn't he here? Why isn't he here?

I've been sitting on this same damn couch by myself for at least two hours.

Where the hell is Johnny?!

He said he would come! He said he would so why didn't he?

I'm all alone again. He doesn't really want to be my friend or anything more. Now I really know I don't mean anything to him.

Even before when we had barely become friends, I told him how extra sensitive I was about my birthday. I'd told him how my family always forgot and I had to spend my special day all alone. So why would he do this to me? Does he want me to feel awful?

I'm not overreacting. I know I'm not. Anyone would feel exactly the same in this situation.

With an angry huff, I got up from the couch. I forced a smile on my face as I marched up the stairs to my room.

Who needs Johnny? I sure as hell don't!

I have my teddy bears and toys and dollies. They're much better company than him anyways. I can have normal conversations with them without worrying that they'll ditch me for two weeks.

I sat down all of my stuffed animals on the couch and chairs around me.

"Thank you all so much for coming! You're the best friends anyone could ever ask for!" I clapped my hands together excitedly. They didn't say anything back which worried me. Why aren't they talking? Why are they just sitting there staring at me?

An idea came to my head and I face palmed with a laugh. My guests need to be entertained! And I have just the idea.

"Just you wait! This is going to be great!" I giggle as I run up the stairs to my room and change into a clown costume and grabbed some balloons to make balloon animals. Once it was all together, I went back downstairs.

Like before, they were sitting there doing nothing. I picked up on me of the balloons and held it out, showing them with a grand gesture.

They had no reaction and my eye started twitching. Nevertheless, I continued to fill it up with air and twist it into the shape of a dog. I showed all of them what I had done but they still weren't doing anything.

Why aren't they laughing? Why?! What's wrong with me? Why don't they like me?

My breathing got heavy and I felt frustration build up inside of me.

I don't understand. What am I doing wrong?

My hands started shaking and I held the balloon dog over my head, digging my nails into it and popping it. My stress flowed out along with the air and a smile crept onto my face.

That felt good...

Tentatively, I grabbed another one and blew air into it. Once I was done, I made another dog and tied a pretty red ribbon around it.

I admired it for a few seconds before popping the balloon. A loud laugh escaped me.

This is fun!

I turned to look at my stuffed animals to see what they thought and to my disappointment, they still weren't doing anything.

Angrily, I grabbed the closet one to me and ripped it apart, tearing it to shreds. After that one was just a mess of cotton and fabric, I grabbed another and another and another.

All my emotions were being released as I mauled all of my toys. They deserved it! They were hurting my feelings!

Unfortunately, there weren't enough to satisfy my anger. I kicked some of the cotton laying on the floor away and made my way to the kitchen.

I saw the cake I had bought yesterday sitting on the table. It had white and blue frosting.

Happy Birthday, Cry Baby!

And what a fan-fucking-tactic birthday this has been! I mean, what could be better?

More anger flowed through my veins and I snatched the cake from the table and threw it to the ground.

Just for good measure, I stomped on it and dropped to the floor, tearing it apart with my hands. The frosting was getting all over my dress but I didn't care.

I heard a chime sound and looked up. I climbed to my feet and licked some of the icing off of my fingers.

I walked back to the living room to see my phone in the center of the floor, partially covered by the disassembled teddy bear parts. I walked around the scattered cotton and feather, picking up my phone.

There was a new message.

From Johnny.

Oh, so now he remembers me?

I opened up the message and read it.

Sorry, but I couldn't come today. Something came up. Hope you have a good birthday though.

A little too late for that.

I laughed, my voice getting higher and higher until finally, I screamed at the top of my lungs and threw my phone at the wall.

Tears bursted from my eyes and I sank to my knees.

What was so important that he couldn't come today! Or at least have texted me happy birthday earlier!

Life was just way too hard right now.

I need to get away, but where. Where could I go that I would be accepted?

I sobbed even harder and hugged my knees to my chest, crying into them. My heart was pounding in my chest and it felt like it was trying to hammer it's way out of my body.

Trembling, I tried to stand up and almost fell. My entire body was shaking as I took slow steps towards the kitchen.

I need to destroy everything. This house needs to burn down.

My neck muscles tensed as I blew out a small breath, closing my eyes. I clutched the wall for support and finally got to the kitchen.

I rushed to grab a knife, or just anything sharp enough. After a few seconds of searching, my eyes landed on it. The biggest knife we had. With a smirk, I grabbed it and twirled it around my fingers as I walked back to the living room.

I smiled in admiration of all the decorations. Even though the floor was a mess, everything else had stayed in tip-top shape. The balloons were all organized and tied together with red ribbons and there was a banner hanging above the couch that read "Happy Birthday!"

I crept over to the balloons and stared at them. They were all so shiny and in pretty pastel colors.

Too bad they have to die...

With a sigh of disappointment, I reared the knife back and watched the first balloon deflate and fall flat. The sound of air rushing out was music to my ears and I popped the next.

Each was louder than the last and I laughed as I tore down the banner and ripped it, my nails clawing at it until it was nothing but mere shreds of paper.

Tears continued falling from my eyes despite my laughter.

It felt like I was dying, but like I was coming alive at the same time.

Who cares if I'm losing my mind right now? It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.

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I know this was bad and not worth the wait but something about this chapter was really hard for me to write. I don't know what it was but I was struggling with it.

Anyways, If you managed to get to the end without cringing, please like and share and vote and comment. Also make sure to check out my latest story Suicide Squad: Band Edition

Not trying to be cocky, but I think I did pretty good with the first chapter and character placements. What do you guys think?