Chapter 195

**Megan**

**Monday**

I haven’t seen Logan since Saturday. Saturday night seemed the worst. I heard him shout at David again and then banging in the room. Sunday was a little better. He wasn’t making as many threats to David. I thought I would have seen him last night or at least this morning at breakfast, but I didn’t. I guess he’s still not himself.

Courtney hooks her arm with mine as we walk down the corridor. She’s wearing a short summer dress and wedges, making her long legs look even longer. She texted me this morning telling me what she was wearing, and I thought I might as well wear what I can because I’m probably going to be too fat in a couple of months.

So because she’s wearing a dress I figured I’d wear one and wedges. I’ve not felt this girly in a long time. The dress I’m wearing is white with large pink and red flowers scattered on it, it’s a Bardot sleeve, and unlike Courtney’s, it comes just above my knee. It comes in at the waist with a wide band to then flare out at the hips. It would be like Courtneys if I hadn’t got it in the tall section of the store. 

“You’re quiet today,” Courtney says as we walk into the girl’s toilets.

“I just have a lot on my mind,” I say and watch her put lipgloss on. 

“How is Mr Peters?” she asks. I frown at her. “He was off, on Friday we had a sub,” 

“He’s ok, I think it was just the flu,” I say “He should be back tomorrow,” 

She takes a joint out of her makeup bag and reaches up to open the window. Her skirt rises as she does it. All I can think is ‘she’s going to be popular today.’ 

“Do you want some?” she asks as she takes a drag. I shake my head and look down at my phone. “What’s wrong? Did you not get laid last night?” she asks, “by my calculation that’s been about two weeks, now,” 

“How can you tell?” 

“Well you usually have a hickey somewhere, and you’re usually a bit more talkative plus you walk a bit funny,”

“Shut up no I don’t,” I say and she laughs. 

“In the morning, you do,” 

“Stop lying,” I say with a smile. She laughs and looks out of the window. 

The door to the toilets open, I look to see it’s Melanie. Melanie looks at both of us and then walks to one of the cubicles. I turn my gaze to Courtney to see her look back out of the window. When she’s not getting high or trying to get drunk, she talks to me about Melanie. She asks me a lot about how she’s doing and if she still has things from when we were young. 

The door opens again, and Yasmin and Julie both walk in. They both give me a small smile and go to the mirrors. 

“I heard about your dad, sorry” Julie states. 

“He’s not my dad and thanks,” 

“What do you mean?” Yasmin asks. 

“Turns out my mother was screwing his brother,”

“Wow, that’s-” Yasmin says but doesn’t finish her sentence as she looks for the word. 

“Yeah, I know, but I see it as a good thing,” I say. “Now I do anyway,”

“Well, duh,” Julie says. “Now it’s just a pervy uncle,” 

“Julie,” Yasmin says and glares at her. “I swear your brain isn’t attached to your mouth,” I smile and sit on the counter. 

“How are you both?” I ask. 

“Can’t really complain, finals are the only thing exciting in my life at the moment,” Yasmin states.

“I can complain, finals are kicking my butt, I’ve not seen Scott in forever because of them, he refuses to see me until they’re over with,” Julie says while folding her arms. 

The toilet flushes and Melanie walks out. I watch as she walks to the sink and starts to wash her hands. 

“How are you doing with finals?” I ask Melanie. She shrugs in response, I sigh and look at Courtney. She shakes her head in anger. “Ok then,” I say and move off of the counter.

“What’s your problem?” Courtney asks her. Melanie sighs and looks at her. “So she screwed your brother, so have I, many girls have,” 

“Courtney leave it,” I say. 

“You know it takes two people to have sex, right?” she continues. “Or is it because your brother broke the law and it’s somehow Megan’s fault?” She moves off of the window ledge and stubs her spliff out on it to then flick it out of the window. “Wait! I know what it is,” she says, moving closer to Melanie. I look at Melanie to see her glaring at her. “Is it because she’d rather have your brother and not you,” she says. I frown at Courtney. “I’ve seen how you look at Megan, I mean you were so annoyed when she started going out with Tyler, I’d go as far to say you were jealous,” 

Melanie looks at me, and I can see the tears in her eyes. 

“You told her,”

“I haven’t told her anything,” 

“She doesn’t need to, it’s clear,” Courtney says. “And I’m stoned,” she says and saunters out. “See you in homeroom, Megan,” she says before the door shuts behind her. That was equivalent to a mic drop with the way she walked out. 

“We should go,” Yasmin says, and she pulls Julie out of the toilets with her. Julie looks like she wants to argue, but Yasmin drags her out. 

I look at Melanie to see her crying. The problem I have now is her thinking I told Courtney what happened in England. I hadn’t; I’ve not told anyone. I’ve not even thought about it. The thought never came to me that the real reason she’s annoyed is that she’s jealous. 

She sighs and goes to walk out. 

“Melanie wait,” I say, going after her and grabbing her arm. “I didn’t say anything to her; I swear down, I didn’t,” 

“What does it matter?” she asks. “The whole school is going to think I’m a lesbian now,” 

“I doubt it, and so what? There are only three weeks left, and most of the school think I’m a whore, don’t let it bother you,” 

“This is different,” she snaps at me. I move my hand from her arm as I want to throw up. Great timing. She frowns at me as I try to stop myself from throwing up. “Are you ok?” 

“Yeah, just feeling a bit sick,”

“That’s usually a side effect of too much weed,” she says.

“I’ve not smoked any,” I say walking towards the window and opening it a little wider. “I know it’s different,” I say as I take in big gulps of air. 

“No, you don’t,”

“She won’t say anything to anyone. She’s not evil,” 

“This is Courtney we’re talking about,”

“Melanie I’m serious,” 

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because she asked me when I started going out with Tyler if I thought you were gay,” I say, and I can’t take it anymore. I make my way to a cubicle and throw up my half-digested breakfast. “I said no,” the bell for homeroom chimes. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” she asks as I walk out of the cubicle. I stand at the sink and rinse my mouth out with some water. 

“Yeah,”

“Maybe you have the flu,” she says. 

“Maybe,” I try not to lie. I wipe my mouth with some paper towels. The sick feeling hasn’t gone, but I don’t have anything else to bring up. 

“Or you’re pregnant,” she jokes. I look at her from the mirror and then her eyes widen. I can’t lie to her; she knows my tell. “Holy shitballs,” she says as realisation spreads across her face. “Wait? What? I thought you were on the pill?” 

“I am/was, who knew alcohol affects the pill?” I ask. 

“Who with?” she asks. I sigh and look down.

“Logan,” 

“No fucking way, you’re back together?” 

“Yeah,” 

“I don’t know if I should be happy for you or scared,” 

“Be both, I am,” I say and sit at the window ledge.

“Does he know?” 

“Yeah,” I sigh and feel myself start to cry. 

“What’s wrong?” she moves her hands to my arms to comfort me. 

“Just so much is going on, is all,” 

“Like what? Tell me,” she says. I look at her to see she seems genuinely worried. “I know I’ve been an angry bitch the past couple of months, Courtney was right. It does take two, and I know Brendon did wrong and yeah I was jealous,” she admits. I sigh and hug her. 

“I didn’t tell Courtney anything,” I say. She sighs and rubs my back. 

“I know you wouldn’t do something like that,” she says and pulls away to look at me. “Tell me what’s going on,” 

“It’s nothing. I’ve just been stressing out with everything,”

“I wanted to come and see you in the hospital, but I thought you might not want to see me,” I frown at her. “Well I treated you like crap, and I’ve called you some horrible names,” she says. I smile and wipe the tears from my cheeks. 

“I can imagine with that foul mouth of yours,” I say, looking in the mirror. 

“Can you at least tell me why you broke up? And how did you get back together?” she asks. I look at her and smile a little. 

“Ok, but can we sit by the window,” I say and walk towards the window. She follows me. 

I guess we’re skipping homeroom.

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