I sat on the bathroom floor in the last stall, sobbing quietly.

I had done nothing wrong on anyone.

I never did anything to hurt Melanie.

I was just talking to Rena.

Now the love of my life hates me and I've no friends and I'm back to square one.

The tears streamed down my face and onto my blouse. I wiped them away but they just kept flowing.

I heard a knock on the stall door.

Confused, I unlocked it, coming face to face with Melanie.

"What the fuck are you sobbing about Frangipane?" She asked, pushing herself into the stall and sitting on the toilet seat. "Well?"

I closed over the door and reclaimed my seat on the floor. "Don't you already know? You sent Hayley pictures of me and Rena in the café"

Melanie looked at me, confusion written across her face "I didn't send pictures of anyone to your girlfriend. Who's Rena? Why do you keep accusing me of doing things I'm not doing?!" Melanie stood up and she towered over me.

I took out my phone and showed her the messages "Don't lie to me Melanie I have the proof"

Melanie snapped the phone out of my hand and scrolled through the messages. "I didn't send these Ashley" she spat at me, throwing the phone at me. "I don't even have your number"

"Well if you didn't who did?"

"I don't fucking know Ashley" she grabbed me and pushed me against the wall "Stop fucking accusing me of stuff I didn't do"

She let go of me and left the bathroom, slamming the door.

The question rolled around my head.

If it's not Melanie, who is it?