Chapter 161

**Three Weeks Later**

**Logan**

“Did you hear?” I hear a girl say to someone behind me. “Megan and Daniel hooked up,” I sigh and look at the lunch lady. I’ve never known someone to be so slow at their job.

“Wait I heard she hooked up with Nate,” 

“Yeah that was the other day,” she states

“When you say hook up, what do you mean? Because people keep saying this, but I just don’t see her sleeping with them,” the other girl says. 

“Well, from what I got told. Nate invited a lot of people around, and she was there, they were all drinking, and apparently, they were all over each other, so I’m not sure, but you’re right,” she says. “Oooh is it sloppy joes day?” she asks.

“Yeah, is she just going through the basketball team?” she asks. 

“I don’t know; I might get a cupcake too,” 

This is all I hear all the time, every day. Ever since that day in her homeroom, all the student population talks about; is Megan hooking up with someone. Word got around to Tyler too as he seems to fight with every name I’ve heard. It would seem she’s making her way through the basketball team, which doesn’t sit well with the more generically popular girls in this school. 

Megan walks into the cafeteria, she looks hot as hell, but she always does. She’s wearing cut off shorts and a muscle crop top with an American flag on it. She teamed her outfit with a pair of Dr martens and a necklace and bracelets, and I don’t miss one of the bracelets is the one I bought her. She’s confusing as hell. She breaks up with me yet cries over it. Tells me not to touch her but then kisses me as if her life depended on it. Tells me we’re over yet wears the jewellery I bought her. She’s a walking contradiction. 

“Oh, there she is,” I hear one of the girls say. “I mean she is hot, I wish I could pull off that outfit,” 

“I still don’t see her sleeping with all of the basketball team, that’s just not her nature,” 

“Well I was reading a psychology book, and it explained; people who have experienced trauma like her act out like this often,” 

“Who reads a psychology book for fun?” her friend asks. I sigh and turn to the two girls. 

“Ladies as much as I enjoy your conversation, it’s not needed, I’m sure Megan wouldn’t appreciate the gossip,” I say, and they look utterly stunned. 

“Err...yeah,” the one that read the psychology book says, and looks at her friend. “Sorry,” 

“Yeah, we’re sorry,” the other says. I sigh and turn away from them. I wish I’d brought lunch. 

“Hey,” I hear Carl say, and then pat my back. “I got your lunch,” 

“Thank god,” I say, and take the tray of food he’s offered me. We both walk to a free table, and I sit down opposite him. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. 

“More rumours,” I say, and he nods and looks towards Megan. 

“I heard,” he states, and we both watch her sit with her friends. “Rumours aren’t always true though,” he says and looks at me. I nod and start to eat my chips or fries as he’d call them. “Do you wanna go for drinks after work?” he asks. 

“No I’m gonna call Michelle if I get laid I might be less stressed,” I state. 

Michelle is an old friend who I’ve slept with many times. She recently broke up with her girlfriend and told me she needed to do a man for a little while, and as we both have a mutual understanding, it’s easy. No strings attached sex is all I need, and as she knows what I like, it makes our relationship perfect. That didn’t mean I haven’t had a few one-night stands in between my times with Michelle. 

“Michelle, hmm that girl, can I come?” he asks with a grin. 

“You can call her and ask her yourself,” I state and pick up my burger. Knowing Michelle, she’ll say yeah. 

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**A week later.**

I walk into the kitchen to see Lorraine standing at the window looking outside. She’s muttering to herself about something, and she sounds annoyed. I hear laughing and then a splash of water. 

“You ok Lorraine?” I ask. She jumps and turns to me. 

“Logan! Yeah, I’m fine,” she says and moves to block my view of the window. 

“What are you looking at?” I ask as I open the fridge and take out a beer. 

“Nothing,” she replies quickly and glances out the window. I chuckle and go to get the bottle opener out of the drawer. “I’ll get that,” she says, diving to the drawer. I frown and move around her to the window. I pull the curtain down a bit to see Megan out by the pool with her friends and Brendon. They’re both laid on a sun lounger together. I want nothing more than to walk out there and throw him in the pool and take her up to my room caveman style. 

Brendon’s hair is shorter than before, he must have shaved it for his surgery, I guess it isn’t cancerous if he’s here, or he had treatment, I’m not sure. 

I watch as they lock lips and his hands move over her body. She’s only wearing a dark green bikini; I think green is my new favourite colour. 

“She’s been so stupid,” Lorraine states. I let go of the net curtain and turn to look at her. 

“It’s her choice,” I say, taking my beer from her. “Where’s David?” I ask. 

“He said you sent him on an errand,” she says frowning at me and then I remember where he may be. 

“Yeah I did, I just thought he’d be back by now,” I say. “I don’t need dinner; I might go out later,” I state as I look back out of the window to see they’re still making out. I sigh and look away. “I’ll be up in my room,” I state and walk out of the kitchen. 

I can’t stop Megan from doing what she’s doing; I can’t even interfere. We’re not together anymore. The only thing that stays the same between us is her nightmares. I hear her having them, and I can’t help myself, I climb into her bed and hold her until she stops crying whether she knows that I don’t know. If she does, she doesn’t say anything to me the next morning. 

Walking to my room, I walk to the window when I hear a scream. I look to see Tyler had thrown Yasmin into the pool. I’m surprised he’s not kicked off over Brendon and Megan, he’s more of a hothead than me. He beat up two of his friends last week over the rumours of her with them. 

**A few hours later.** 

“Megan, you need to stop doing this,” I hear Brett say, waking me up. I had fallen asleep while watching ‘The Big Bang Theory’ on Netflix. I had planned on going out, but I guess I was too tired. 

“And what am I doing? I’m hanging out with friends, am I not allowed to do that now?” she asks. I get up and open my bedroom door to see her stood at the top of the stairs with him. She has put on a pair of shorts and a vest top.

“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m saying you need to stop and think about what you’re doing, You’re high right now and that boy downstairs I could have swung for him, in fact, both of them,” he states. I watch her sigh and look away from him. 

Megan turns and walks away from him. She looks at me and then walks to her room. 

“Don’t walk away from me,” he snaps at her. She ignores him and walks into her room, slamming the door shut. 

“What’s going on?” I ask. He walks towards me and stands outside her bedroom door. 

“She’s planning on going out tonight, again” he states. I sigh and look at her door. “It’s a school night,” he points out. 

“Just let her go, she’ll go anyway,” 

“That’s not just it,” he states. “I’m not stupid; I know what will happen. I don’t trust either one of those boys down there,” he says more calmly. I shrug and look at her bedroom door. “Why are you so calm about this?” 

“There’s nothing I can do; it’s her choice. Tyler is her ex and Brendon does look after her, so if you’re worried about her safety, there’s no need. If you’re worried about her sleeping with either one of them, again no need from what I’ve heard,” I explain. 

“What do you mean? What have you heard?” he asks. 

“As her father, it’s not something you should know,"

“He’s not my father,” I hear her call through the door. Then the door opens. “Only when he chooses to be,” she says and walks out holding her bag. 

“Where are you going?” he asks her. 

“To have a threesome with my ex-boyfriend and my sex friend,” she says with a tilt of her head. Carl's bedroom door opens.

“Did someone say threesome? Where? Can we make it a foursome?” he asks, and Megan laughs a little. 

“Why not? Logan thinks I’m a whore anyway,” 

“No, I never said that,” I state. She rolls her eyes as she walks away from us. Carl looks at me, then looks at her. 

“I think you’ll find that the students at school think you’re a whore, not us,” he says, and I slap my head into my hands. 

“I know,” she calls back, “at least Jonathon was right,” she says.

“Am I missing something?” Brett asks. 

“The rumour is that she’s slept with half the basketball team,” Carl informs, and I watch Brett’s face fill with anger, he then turns to me. 

“It’s only a rumour,” 

“What did you do to her?” he accuses. 

“Nothing,” 

“Well, why is she going off the rails so much? You must have done something,” 

“She was the one that broke up with me,” I snap.

“Yeah, why?” he asks. I hear the front door slam shut, and I look at the stairs to see she’s gone. I sigh and look at Brett. 

“I didn’t do anything, I loved her, and she broke up with me, don’t think for one second that seeing her with other people doesn’t hurt me. Because it does,” I snap and walk back into my room. 

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