Nineteen.

It was lunch time,and Mel was making her way to her table. Yes,the isolated one.

Damien was probably somewhere,and truth be told,it was only when he was around that Mel could go to the table for the ELITES. She sighed as she began to eat her cookies.

It was a week since the realization dawned on her. Damien on the other hand was rather busy with his sick grandfather,but that didn't stop him from scoring high marks during pop quizzes. Amelia made sure to check up on Mel almost every night before going into her house. Well, except for the nights she was drunk. There was no way she was gonna climb up the window in a drunken state.

"Hi,Mel" Tony's voice pierced through her reverie like a sword.

"Hey" she smiled at him as he sat down.

"Why are you here all alone?"

"Nothing," she chuckled. "I felt like eating here today"

"I see," he said. "You're having just cookies? I've noticed you don't eat much"

Mel nodded,chewing another cookie.