Something Worth Fighting For

Summary: Will Denning is the most popular guy in school. All the guys envy him, all the girls fall at his feet…except for Melody Brooks. Will she be another play in his book, or would she be someone worth fighting for? /Interracial\\

A/N: I was bored and had nothing else to do, and then this idea popped in my head after watching a bunch of random TV shows. Read, review and enjoy! :D

Chapter One: Tiles and Tales

-Melody's P.O.V-

This was my last year at Ridgeway High. Everything counted no room for mistakes. With all the pressure on doing my best, I found myself nervous as me and my friend Crystal Jones walked up the steps of the large high school and into its red and gold hallways.

"Still the same was always," Crystal told me, trying to keep me from hyperventilating. "There go the jocks, the nerds, the Goths, the preps…"

I gave her a look.

"Okay fine," she said hastily. "All the people with the friends they're comfortable with. Is that better?"

"Yes," I said, smiling at her. Incase you didn't notice, I didn't take stereotypes and labels very lightly.

"So what are you so worried about?" Crystal asked me. "I mean, the only thing you should be concerned with is whether or not Will Denning will ask you out."

I groaned and rolled my eyes as we approached a corner. "He's all you ever think about, isn't it?"

"Pretty much," Crystal replied with a dreamy like smile.

"You're in love with a jerk," I told her. "He's had like over thirty girlfriends since we've been here, and incase you didn't notice, all of them were blonde with big boobs."

Crystal sighed as she came to terms with reality. "I guess it's the black girl's fault for being too opinionated and having too much attitude."

Though I hated stereotypes, I had to admit that was true. You have to admit that's true; a majority of black females (except for Crystal and I), do have a certain opinion and attitude about them.

"At least we're different," I told her lightly as we rounded the corner. "Like I said, we just have to be careful and-"

A heavy force rammed into my shoulder, knocking the wind out of me as I fell to the floor, ruining my sentence. My head hit the red and white designed linoleum, and for a moment, I felt like I was seeing stars as I stared up at the ceiling.

"What the hell is your problem?" I heard Crystal snap.

Well, so much for an attitude.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" A face hovered over mine, and as I looked at this stranger, I gave a very audible gasp.

"I'm…fine," I said nervously. "I guess I should've been playing attention."

"No, it was completely my fault." Will Denning extended his hand out to me. "Here, let me help you up."

I hesitated, but eventually put my hand in his, which was surprisingly soft as he lifted me off the ground as though I was a piece of paper. He is quarterback of the football team I told myself. "Thanks."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes." I looked into his stunningly handsome face and thought I'd melt in a pool of nerves. His dark brown hair was spiked towards the front, his crystal blue eyes melted with concern as he looked at me. His nose, his eyebrows, his lips…everything was just so perfect.

I then noticed that I had been staring at him. Our hands were still connected. He had quite a firm grip on it, but once I relaxed my muscles, he knew that I wanted to let go.

"I was in such a hurry to get to the coach," Will told me. "He said he wanted to see me immediately."

"Oh okay." I wondered why he was bothering to tell me this. "You should go."

"Oh…right." He was still staring at me, which was making me more and more confused by each growing second. "Have I seen you before?"

"Well I do go to this school," I told him, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as Crystal quietly snickered a few feet away.

Will looked as though he were about to slap himself for saying that. "Sorry, I meant do we have a class together?"

"Well we could," I told him. "What do you have first period?"

"English IV," replied the jock.

"With Mrs. Ginger?"


"Well then we're in first period together," I said.

Will nodded, a small smile coming on his face. "You know, you don't look like a senior. I was thinking you were a sophomore."

I felt like I was becoming dizzy. Did the most popular guy in school just compliment me? Well he probably does it all the time, that's how girls always fall into his lap…"Thanks. But you should really get going."

"Yeah, I should." He gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder and went his way. I headed towards Crystal, who looked on the verge of squealing and I figured she was just about, to when a voice caught my attention.


I turned, seeing Will who had turned back around towards me. "Huh?"

"What's your name?" he asked, looking more serious than I had ever seen him.

I opened my mouth to respond, but then the bell rang, signaling five minutes to get to class. I shrugged at Will before turning around and walking quickly down the hallway.

Crystal caught up with me, her mouth gaping open. "What the hell, Mel? Oh sorry, you changed your name." She shrugged her shoulders and glared at me.

"I got nervous!" I retorted.

This was her cue to squeal loudly, making many passing kids stare at her strangely.

"I knew you liked him!" She said excitedly. "I could tell from the look on your face. And you two were just staring at each other…"

"I was staring at him because he was staring at me!" I lied.

"And then you two were still holding hands-"

"Because he wouldn't let mine go, Crystal-"

"-and then he smiled at you and asked you for your name…" Crystal sighed dreamily. "Love is coming your way, sista' girl."

I rolled my eyes. "Keep dreaming, sista' girl."

If anything, I am not, and never will be, in love with Will Denning.

A/N: (sighs) And she lies on the last sentence. :P So how was it? Tell me what you think!