Candice was simply jealous of Melanie, she had been from the first day. She would go on and on about how unimportant the ebony student was and how everyone was only interested in her because she was new and “exotic”. Candice was openly hostile and racist too, towards Melanie, but if the darker student knew, she never commented. But of course she didn't, such things were trivial to our Queen –after all she had more important things to worry about.

I rolled my eyes in response. “As you all saw, I had loaned her some notes, that's it.”

“Mhm...then why does she so suddenly want you to text her?” Candice asked, lifting her brow accusingly.

I shrugged my shoulders again. “How should I know?”

“All I'm saying careful, I don't trust her.”

The table sighed in unison. “We wonder why,” Jessica Gayle broke in, rolling her eyes.

“What's that supposed to mean?” questioned Candice, shooting the redhead a look.

Jessica stared back at her, her gaze icy. “You know exactly what it means.”

Candice snorted. “Whatever. Just remember that I told you first Shawn. The girl gives off major-creep vibes.”

I ignored her.

Depending on which way you look at it, I probably should have heeded Candice's advice. Despite her racist bias, she was definitely on the right track about Melanie. At the time I couldn't see it, I was too blinded by the spell she had over me, over everyone but Candice it seemed. At any rate, I didn't take me long to text her.

Well, not too long anyway.

It had been much later that evening when I had found the balls to text her. I had battled with myself for hours over what to send her if I would send her something at all. I had never been this...weird about a girl before, honestly the whole thing was more than a little unnerving.  

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