Chapter 153
**Megan**
Two weeks Later
I run as fast as I can. Looking behind me, I see I’m the only one in the hallway. The bell must have gone off a while ago. I had fallen asleep in the library. It was only thanks to Sandra waking me up that I’ve not missed my whole lesson. She runs at the side of me, and she doesn’t even look bothered by how fast we’re going.
“He’s going to be angry,” I state and skid to a stop outside Logan’s room. I’m late for his lesson.
“It’ll give him a reason to give you detention,” she states and gives me a small wink. I smile and try to catch my breath as I open the door.
“Sorry I’m late,” I say before he can say anything. “I fell asleep in the library,” I state.
“Go sit down,” he states. I nod and sit down in my usual seat next to Melanie. To be honest, he’s not the type of teacher to shout at students but more just give this annoying vibe. At his moment, he looks more frustrated with me.
The truth is we don’t seem to spend much time together, which in turn annoys me, he is always doing something after work with Carl, and then when he does get back, he tends to go straight to bed or is training with David. It’s almost like he’s avoiding me. I’d think that if it wasn’t for our mornings, where we wake up before the alarm, and we just lay in bed talking.
Melanie gives me a small smile and hands me the book we’re reading. I mouth a thank you and turn to the page they are on as the girl that was reading continues.
Once the lesson finishes, I stay back and stand in front of his desk.
“Is everything ok?” I ask.
“Yeah, why were you really late?”
“I fell asleep, ask Sandra,”
“Are you not sleeping?”
“I had a nightmare last night if that is what you’re asking,”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I shrug in response and look down. He sighs and sits in his chair, “Maybe you should go back on the stronger sleeping meds,”
“What? No,” I snap.
“Megan, if you’re not sleeping,”
“I am sleeping, I’ve only had two nightmares this week, which you would know if you were ever home,” I snapped. He abruptly stands up, causing his chair to fall back. I step back as he looks furious. I’ve never seen him this angry.
“I’ve been busy trying to keep you safe, I can’t be home all the fucking time,” he snaps. “I’m sorry that we’re not tied to the god damn hip,” he snaps his voice raised in anger.
“Ok, I’m sorry,” I say, and look down at my feet. He’s never shouted at me like this. I notice his fists are clenching at his sides and I can’t help but feel a little scared. “I should go,” I say, and pick up my back to quickly leave.
“Megan, wait,” he says and grabs me by the arm. “I’m sorry, I’m just really stressed,” he states. I look up at him, “And I’m taking it out on you, I’m sorry,” he explains and moves my hair from my face.
“Ok,” is all I say. He loosens his grip on my arm as his face shows the relief in him.
“I’ll take you home after school,”
“Aren’t you going out with Carl?” I ask.
“No, he can do his thing on his own, I want to spend time with you,”
“Ok,” I say, and he lets go of me.
“I’m sorry,” he says again I give him a small smile and leave his classroom. I know he’s sorry, I also know he’d never hurt me, but that doesn’t stop the thoughts from coming.
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I climb into the car to see Logan is texting on his phone. He looks towards me and gives me a small smile before starting the vehicle. I put my seatbelt on and take my phone out of my pocket to see a text from Tyler asking me to call him. I frown at my phone; he never asks me to call him.
“What’s wrong?” Logan asks.
“Tyler is asking me to call him,” I state and touch the call button on his name.
“You had lunch with him, didn’t you?” He asks as I look at him and then Tyler answers.
“What’s up?”
“Where are you?”
“On my way home, why?”
“Oh, I just thought we could hang out at my place,”
“I don’t even go to Melanie’s anymore, what makes you think I’d come to yours?” I ask, and I see Logan shake his head.
“Alright, you don’t need to be mean about it,”
“I’m not mean, but after what I’ve heard, I’m pissed at you,” I state and he’s silent. I can just picture him arguing with himself over saying sorry or not.
“Ok,” he says after a minute. “I’m sorry,”
“I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I say, ignoring his apology and hanging up.
“Why are you angry with him?” Logan asks. I sigh and look at him, and I know he’ll either find this funny or he’ll be angry too.
“So we had lunch together, not just him, Melanie and Yasmin were there too and one of his friends,”
“Yeah, I saw,”
“Well, it turns out he’s been telling his friends that we’re back together, and I told him I wanted to keep it a secret, apparently,”
“How do you know this?” he asks.
“One of his friends told me it was a shame I was dating Tyler as he wanted to ask me out,”
“What did you say to that?”
“That I’m not dating Tyler and then told him that I don’t plan to date anyone,” I pause. “But he didn’t believe me because they saw the love bite on my neck a few weeks ago,” I state.
“Oh,” he says with a small smile. “Well, Tyler probably thought if he told them that then it would stop them from asking you out and anyone else who plans to ask you out,” he states.
“You know it would be easier if you hadn’t marked me, you animal,” I snap and fold my arms with a huff.
“My back says you’re the animal,” he says, and I glare at him. “We’ve not had sex in weeks,”
“I know,”
“So who does Tyler think gave you the love bite?”
“I’m not sure, probably Melanie’s brother, he got annoyed when he heard about him coming with us to England, I think he thinks I’m hooking up with him,”
“I see, you know many of the guys in that school talk about you,” he states, and I frown.
“What do you mean?”
“They constantly talk about you, not in a bad way, there’s just many that want you, I didn’t realise I was the it-girls piece,” he states with a grin.
“You’re lying,”
“I’m not, You’re popular among the male population at your school, some of the things they say I ignore, but some have had dreams about you,”
“How do you hear all this?”
“Mostly in Art class and Gym, if you’re doing gym and they see you, it’s like a public forum,”
“Oh, I don’t like it,” I say.
“Neither do I, but there’s not much you can do about it, I’ve heard what the girls say about me, I believe it’s human nature or more teenage hormones,” he states, and moves his hand into mine once we’re a good couple of miles away from school. “What do you want to do when we get back?”
I lean on the console and twirl my fingers up and down his thigh.
“You know Brett isn’t going to be home when we get back,” I say with a small smile.
“Aren’t you on your period? If my math is correct?” he asks.
“It is correct, but no, I’m not regular, remember, it’s like a surprise now and then, it’s great,” I say the last bit sarcastically, and he laughs.
“Ok, but after me, what do you want to do?” he asks, and I smile.
“I mean if it’s what I’m hoping I’ll be too tired to do anything else,” I state and he shakes his head.
“See teenage hormones, good job I’m not older,” I smile and move my hand back into his.
“You bring this side of me out,”
“You’ll tell me anything to get into my pants,”
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