Melody's Crush: (Book One) Read Free

technology and based on the results, this will determine if the school will fund for it next year. So, I expect everyone to be on their best behavior and do your best! Alright, enough said. Pull out your books and turn to page one ninety eight.”
    Forty-five hellacious minutes later, the bell rang and I headed toward my locker. I could hear the jocks laughing as they poured their way into the hallway. One of them said they did not mind being Tricia Scott’s baby daddy anytime and another said they pitied the person paired with Melody Jenkins.
    My heart squeezed a little at the insult.
    I get it. I am not the popular girl in school and I definitely didn’t try hard enough to make my appearance at all attractive. I got to my locker and quickly opened it to retrieve my lunch.
    Hell, I even still brought my own lunch. Disgusted with myself, I shoved my lunch back into my locker, slammed the door and headed to the girl’s bathroom. It normally was empty at the beginning of lunch when everyone was fending for their feast. Removing my glasses, I turned on the faucet and let cool water pool into my hands. I splashed my face a few times and then really looked hard at my features. I was pretty enough. I had striking eyes, long lashes, flawless skin, perfectly straight teeth due to four years of dental torture and my hair was the perfect color of wheat.
    So why did guys not find me attractive?
    Okay, so my eyebrows needed a little waxing and pulling my hair back into a braid every day was a bit boring, but on a scale from one to ten, I would easily give my features a solid seven. Hell, even an eight on a good day.
    I heard the bathroom door open and I quickly grabbed my glasses and then reached for a paper towel to dry my hands and face. It was Tricia Scott and her two cronies that seemed to follow her around everywhere she went. She eyed me up and down once and then let out a snort of disapproval. I rolled my eyes at her and pushed by. Like I needed an additional insult added to the previous injury.
    After reaching the crammed lunch room, I scanned the sea of hormone crazed students for Jake but he was nowhere to be seen. I noticed through the lunch window in the courtyard, there were some guys playing hacky sack. Most likely, he would be there.
    I pushed my way through the crowd and out into the courtyard. Sure enough, there he was.
    A small beaned bag came hurling toward me. Instinctively, I popped my chest out stopping the assault letting the ball drop and then kicked the ball back into play. The circle of guys just stared at me with their mouths wide open as the hacky sack dropped to the ground with a resounding thud. Even Jake looked surprised.
    “What?” I asked. “Like a girl can’t play hacky?”
    Walking through the circle, I headed toward the closest vacant bench as I muttered imbeciles and then plopped down, crossing my arms. Looking up, surprised eyes were still staring as if I had grown two heads.
    Seriously, this couldn’t be that much of an anomaly could it?
    I shrugged my shoulders and lifted my hands with a jerk. “What?”
    They all turned back to each other and started hackying again without giving me another glance.
    Why was it so hard to believe a girl could hacky? Argh! Guys were so sexist.
    If they only knew the moves I could do when I was by myself kicking the bag out of frustration, then they would have the right to stare. It started the night after Jake left the hacky sack at my house after breaking up with girlfriend number eight, or maybe it was number nine. He kicked and popped it while talking about his frustrations of yet another failed relationship.
    Seemed to work for him, so I started playing around with it and then understood why he did it. It was a great stress reliever.
    Funny how I never shared that little secret with him.
    It gave me little butterflies in recalling his dropped jaw. Covering a grin with the back of my hand, I giggled to myself.
    “What are you giggling about?” His voice