Chapter 52
**Megan**
I walk out of the office and stand in the hallway as I wait for Logan. I look around, this hallway wasn’t always as full as the others, the main reason being the fact the headmistress’s office is here and so is the staffroom and the meeting room. Logan walks out of the office and looks at me. I give him a small smile and look down, taking a deep breath.
“I need to go to my locker,” I say. He nodded and I looked down the hall “but it’s in a busy part of school,” I said and moved my hands in my pockets.
“Ok,” he said, “I guess I’ll walk with you but just for today,” he said pointing his finger at me “Ok?” he asked. I nod and he presses his finger onto my nose. My nose scrunches and he smirks as he walks off. I frown and pout as I walk behind him. And then slowly realise that the hall is getting busier and busier as people notice me they start to stop talking and just stare.
“Logan,” I said quietly as I walked beside him. He looks at me blankly for a moment. I swear he had another world in there somewhere. “People are looking at me,” I say.
“Hmm are you sure it’s not me and my amazing hotness, I have that effect on people,” he said, running his hand through his hair. I shake my head a little and smile. “That’s better,” he said and then stopped at my locker. I look around and see nearly everyone in the hallway looking at me but trying their best to make it not obvious.
I unlock my locker and take out my books. I look at Logan and he sighs and holds out his hands and then looks around. “Shouldn’t you all be at class?” he asks “I’m sure the first bell has gone,” and then the bell goes “and there’s the second bell it seems you all want to have a week of detentions with me, I’m flattered I really am,” he said and while he’s saying this people are dispersing saying bye to their friends and then walking to class.
A small smile forms on my face and I then take my books back from him and hold them myself “You can go now,” I state.
“Yes I will believe it or not I’m teaching,” he states “I am however walking you to your class remember,” he states. I sigh and walk with him to my math lesson. He opens the door for me and I take a deep breath and look in to see everyone sitting quietly ready to work. I gulp down the lump in my throat and I feel Logan’s hand on the small of my back. “Sorry she’s late,” he said and pushed me into the room. And I thought he was being comforting with his hand on my back obviously not. I look at him and he waves and shuts the door, he was evil deep inside, he would pass as one of those evil villains.
Everyone in the room stares at me and I take a deep breath and give them a small wave. This was torture why did I even have to come to school, tutoring would be so much easier and it isn’t like my grandfather can’t afford it.
“Take a seat Megan,” My math teacher says. I look at him and nod a little and walk to the back to where my seat was situated. “Ok,” he said and picked up a piece of paper and walked towards me with it and placed it on my desk. “Have you done the work that was set for you?” he asks.
I frown and look through my bag and then sigh and shake my head. He sighs a little “I didn't know I had some work,” I say. With Mr Broster he gets angry if you don’t do as he asks. I have always done his work but it’s like he gets irritated if things aren’t done. He is a bit OCD but I guess he just likes things done.
“You’re really behind,” he says.
“I figured,” I said and looked down and moved my hair from my eyes. Was he serious? I’ve been off school for just over 2 months. I’m going to be behind. “I guess I was told but I’ve been really busy,” I said and his face got angrier “I mean with my check ups and Psych sessions and urm...” I trail off and look down. I never even knew I had work to do. Logan hadn’t given me anything and nothing was sent to my house. How was I supposed to know that I had work?
“Jeez lighten up will you? I'm sure she’ll do the work when she can,” Tyler says. I look at him and then Mr Broster. He looks around to see all the class looking at him and then walks away, I sigh in relief and look at Tyler and give him a small smile.
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I walk out of class and walk towards the English department and as I make it to Logan’s room I feel someone walk by my side. I look to see Tyler there. He smiles and his dark green eyes scan my face as he does.
“Where are you going?” he asks “don’t you have gym?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I said quietly “but I need to talk to Mr Peters,” I state.
“About earlier?” he asks.
“Urm,”
“What happened earlier?” I hear Logan’s voice ask.
“Well...” Tyler starts
“Nothing,” I said, interrupting Tyler. “I’m gonna go to gym,” I said and walked past them both and quickly made my way to the gyms changing rooms. I did not want to do gym at all, I stopped turning up to it once the beatings got bad and the bruises became more visible but now I knew that the girls will definitely be looking for them.
My back wasn’t fully healed, it was still scabbed and peeling and I just would not be able to cope with them looking at that. Closing my eyes once I was in the changing room I hoped for no one to notice me, but the fact it had gone dead silent told me they had noticed me. I opened my eyes and walked to an empty bench and sat down. Melanie sits next to me and looks straight at me. I give her a small smile and sigh.
“How long do you think this will last?” I ask.
“Probably about two weeks,” she states.
“I can’t get changed for P.E,” I said looking at her.
“You can, don’t think about it. You have nothing to be ashamed of and so what if they look or stare none of it is your fault,” she states “now get changed Megan Anne Wright,” she orders. I smile weakly at her and look away. “Ok,” she sighs “how about we wait for everyone to get changed and leave, then we’ll get changed?” she says. I nod and move my head in my hands.
“Megan,” I hear someone say. I look to see a red haired girl popping her head round from the lockers. She was small, very petite and she had the most intense green eyes I had ever seen. “We don’t care you know,” she states, “come round here and get change because we all know what you’ve gone through and for us to judge you over it would be very evil of us,” she states.
“It’s not that,” I said “it’s personal more than anything,” I said quietly “I just don’t feel comfortable or confident enough to change around you all,” and all of them started to move into where me and Melanie were sitting. “But thank you anyway,” I said and looked down. I lift my sleeve and scratch at my wrist and I notice Melanie staring at it. I quickly cover it and look at her. She sighs and takes my hair in her hands and starts to plait it.
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