All Chapters of Mallory's Melody: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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MALLORY HATED ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH CROWDS. They always covered her, earthed her in their tumultuous activities. It was an avenue for untruths and much flamboyancy to thrive. But the most repugnant of it all was that it always made her yearn for attention. But even now that she became the center of attention, it was still as displeasing as when she wasn't.

COLE'S ATTACHMENT TO THE WELLS WAS OUTRAGEOUSLY SICKENING AND REPULSIVE. Mallory watched in sufferance as he spent more and more time with the Wells, laughing and filling his home with their presence. He added them to his every conversation, took them out for dinner, bought the most luxurious and latest designers on their behalf and brought them along to his every concert. Soon they were a permanent tattoo etched to his life and Mallory was otherwise an ink fading into the oblivion. She fought the repugnant possibility that she had become a forgotten memory in his life. One thing was certain; Her relationship with Cole would never be the same. Ever.

JASON TREVOR stormed out of the restaurant in infuriation. Raging with fury, he cursed under his breath. His manager, William, was getting more determined to make a profit off him and whilst that was immensely satisfying to him, it wasn't anywhere appealing to Jason. He loathed performing for the satisfaction of others whilst never having the time to attend to his own needs. And Though he got loads of attention, an inner part of him remained unsatiated, lonely even. He had everything any ambitious person would desire for in life: Money, looks, attention, fame. Name it. But despite that, he was still unreplete, hungry for something he himself even articulate into words. T

Mallory stood behind closed doors, waiting in anticipation to ravel what laid beneath the obscuring metal doors of the elevator. The serene cadence of the soft jazz music whirring from speakers of the elevator only roused more impatience, eliciting the impatient tap of her foot against the floor. Contrary to her impatience, was Jason Trevor, leaning elegantly against the elevator's railings so grandiosely, she wondered if he had a leash tied to the neck of time, controlling it however as he pleased. But he was accustomed to the ten floors on the Starlight Academy, she could visibly see, and right then she felt antipathy for the peace he had then, as his peace caused discord with her unrest.