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She usually loved Jay's laugh as it almost always followed something funny and of course would send her into giggles. Not this time though. This time his laughter was paired with annoyance, not joking or teasing. He was annoyed with her. The audacity! How dare he be annoyed when he was the one who hurt her in the first place. And then he had the nerve to act like she was the one being ridiculous... This would absolutely not stand.

The rather wounded girl was about to go off on him when the teacher's voice snapped her out of it. Of course, what am I thinking? I can't cause a scene in class... She sighed a bit, hands folded so tightly her knuckles began to turn white. She wasn't entirely sure why his laughter made her so angry, though her father's words echoed through her mind. "Anger is a secondary emotion," he had explained. "If someone is expressing anger they're probably hurt or frightened."

She jumped a bit as Jay's bag hit the floor, realizing that her father had been right. Melanie was hurt, though not entirely willing to admit or even comprehend why. She looked back at her best friend as their teacher took role. "I walked on my own," the girl said quietly as to not disturb the class. She wasn't a trouble maker and had never gotten a single mark in all of her school years. Her eyes returned to her desk where she stared at her hands before muttering, "I saw you kiss Alexis,"

Was he looking for a fight? Not that Mel condoned violence of course, but she wasn't at all afraid to give the tatted boy a piece of her mind. Of course his bulging muscles were rather intimidating, but she would resort to using Hell's Bane if needed. She doubted the boy could do much with a Stygian iron blade in him.

"My bum may be nice, but frankly that's none of your business." She grumbled, blushing with slight hesitance at her initial words. She had never thought of her backside as nice or hot or any of those things. She never even though of herself as any of those things. She was just sort of there. Boys didn't pay attention to her, though she didn't really mind. Leo teasingly complimenting her... 'buttocks' was definitely strange to her.

Melanie was late. It wasn't like her to be late. In all honestly the girl hadn't been herself at all. She had considered skipping class all together but decided against it. Her education was far too important to skip, especially for her emotions. Actually building up the courage to come took more time than she had expected. Her pace was brisk as she exited the bathroom, her small feet clapping against the hard marble floors. She hadn't meant to spend quite so much time in front of the mirror, panic hitting her once she realized what time it was. What was she doing in the bathroom exactly? Giving herself a bit of a pep-talk in the mirror. She shouldn't have to give herself a pep-talk to see her best friend. That was never part of the plan. Things rarely ever go as plan though.

She stopped in her tracks once she saw the door to English class looming before her. She took a deep breath, trying to remember her little pep-talk. None of it seemed to matter, all of her silly words rushing away as her delicate hand reached for the door-knob. And there he was. Her complete idiot of a best friend. She quickly made her way to her desk which was unfortunately situated right beside the boy she'd been trying so hard to ignore. At the beginning of the year she would've never guessed that the two of them wouldn't be talking. She never assumed sitting next to him would be a problem.

She neatly folded her hands on her desk, large blue eyes glancing at Jay before returning to the front of the class. She took another deep breath, trying her best to keep a stony face. She couldn't let him know she was upset, though no doubt he'd noticed her ignoring him. What would she do if he confronted her about it? In all honesty she didn't even know why she was upset. Maybe it was the sinking feeling in her stomach when she walked in on him kissing Alexis, no doubt the most popular girl on campus. The girl was hot too, large breasts, revealing clothes, and a model face plastered in mastered make-up. Everything that Melanie lacked. Jay hadn't even noticed that Mel saw or maybe he just didn't care. She had left immediately, booking it home only to crumple onto her bed and cry. And gods did she hate crying.

She perched on the rock beside him like a small bird, hands neatly folded in her lap. She took care to make sure her dress remained stationary under her thighs, knees pressed closely together. No way would she flash the boy again, and certainly not while in such close contact. Their legs were practically touching to her discomfort.

She was about to argue with his comment on her control over Cherry as well as the use of the word 'beast'. Cherry Blossom was certainly no beast! He was a magnificent creature who did as he wished. It wasn't Mel's fault if he happened to want to fly. Besides, it was partially her fault for keeping him cooped up for as long as she did.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance, interrupted by the boy's rather rude words. First of all, he had cussed, causing her eyes to widen slightly. Her parents never cursed and neither did she. The girl was rarely exposed to such language besides the few times she'd hear foul-mouthed campers. Second of all, she didn't quite appreciate such vulgar comments about her body. "That's quite rude," she said matter-of-factly. "You shouldn't speak to girls that way,"

Melanie knew she should've been paying more attention to her pegasus over the past few months. She hadn't been neglecting the mustang, visiting frequently to feed him. She hadn't had the energy to take him out flying however, but had recently been feeling guilt over it. It's not like the girl no longer cared for her pegasus, she loved him dearly, but it can be hard to take care of others when you struggle to take care of yourself.

The weather was a bit chilly for her taste, the pale girl walking briskly towards the stable. It was oddly empty, though she could feel the warmth of the stables long before she arrived. Perhaps it was her godly powers or something, as she always seemed to bend to the heat as a flower did the sun. There was a boy already sitting near the stable. Her blue eyes briefly met his but were quickly averted. She wrapped her arms around herself to brace against the cold, pale cheeks tinged pink from the cold air.

The girl let out a small sigh of relief as she entered the stables, letting the warm air of life envelope her. A soft smile blessed her innocent face as she met her lovely pegasus, his wings fluttering in excitement as she fed him. She reined the stallion, not bothering to saddle him, and led him out of the stables, the magnificent beast towering above her as she was rather short. They clashed in comparison, his almost blood red coat striking against her silvery hair.

The wind blew against her and she mused that it must've been a bit angry as her light pink dress billowed around her. It was a bit shorter than she'd usually wear, but it was the only thicker dress she owned and had been hoping the warm fabric would protect her from the cold. Besides, she wasn't planning on staying out for too long. She just wanted to let Cherry stretch his wings. She squeaked a bit as the wind picked up once again, raising the skirt of her dress and exposing her undergarments. Her small hands dropped the rein to flatten down her dress, holding it in place.

Cherry Blossom took this as a signal to run, whinnying excitedly before taking off. "Cherry!" she shouted after him in exasperation as he took off, brilliant auburn feathers shining in the sun as he spread her wings. She groaned while watching him fly swiftly through the clouds, still holding her dress to her legs. She didn't worry too much about losing him as she knew the pegasus would return before nightfall, but she was still a bit irritated. She supposed that's what she got for having a mustang with such a wild spirit. The girl glanced over to see the tattooed boy watching her and smiled apologetically, hoping she hadn't disturbed the boy's peace.

She shook her head in amusement, doubting the boy was any form of bad ass. Most demigods could take care of themselves, but not many were actual fighters. Take her for example. She never wants to fight anyone and certainly doesn't enjoy it but can keep herself alive if needed. She didn't like to kill, regardless if it was a monster or not. The girl wanted to bring life, not end it. Mel noticed Jay eyeing her blade which she supposed was a bit terrifying. "Don't worry, I won't stab you." she promised in complete seriousness. The girl could be a bit odd.

"I'm not much of a fighter," she said with a shrug as if it wasn't already obvious. She practically looked like a little fairy with her small fragile features. Heck the girl had to stand on her tippy-toes to reach things. No one would assume she could reign in battle. She nodded in agreement, saying as sweetly as ever, "I'd say you're rather charming, yeah." It wasn't meant to be flirtatious or anything. She just thought the boy was polite and kind. She liked those qualities in people.