A continuation of the original fanfiction by @youre_acutie_x.
Original Description:
"In an elite private school filled with sex, drugs, and corruption, the most popular girl, Megan Ryan mysteriously vanishes. In a turn of interesting revelations...
Chapter 19: you knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score?
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LENNON
I sighed as I looked in my bedroom mirror, frustrated by the lifeless girl who looked back at me. My face seemed devoid of colour, the bags beneath my hollow eyes dark and noticeable.
I rested my head against my vanity, letting myself have a second of peace before I sat up straight to face my reflection. I forced myself to smile, my fingers pulling the corners of my lips upwards in an attempt to mirror the happiness that once came so naturally. If I couldn't tap into the joy I had become accustomed to, I would just fabricate that feeling until it was real again.
Ever since I had overheard Danny and Shelby in the bathroom, I hadn't quite been myself. I felt guilty, guilty that I had witnessed an intimate conversation that was none of my business, but mostly I just felt sad.
So sad that I hadn't done any of my usual comfort activities. I hadn't baked any cupcakes, the mere thought exhausting me. I hadn't begged Daddy to play Rumours on his record player just to hear Stevie Nicks. Not even being with Harry could ease the tightness in my throat and the strain around my heart. I felt different- and not in a good way.
I had always known that Danny was in love with Shelby, of course I had. But to hear him bare his soul to her, to hear the pain in his voice as she broke his heart...well, it broke mine too.
I hurt for Shelby as well. I knew what it was like to long for someone who didn't feel the same. I couldn't imagine having Harry in my life, a person so special and kind and gentle, just for him to leave. I hoped Harry would always remain my friend. I didn't want to even picture the unbearable distress his distance would bring.
Once I had finished shaping my mouth into a believable smile, I applied some strawberry-scented lip gloss, put on my Mary Jane loafers, and made my way downstairs to greet my parents. My father, as usual, was sitting at the kitchen table, the daily newspaper in his hands and a cup of black coffee in front of him. My mother was bent over the stove, preparing Daddy's breakfast of bacon and eggs.
"Morning, Daddy." I brightly chirped, leaning down to kiss his prickly cheek.
"Good morning, Sweetheart." He grumbled in response, his eyes never leaving the paper.
"How did you sleep, Lennon?" My mother asked as she skilfully plated my father's food.
I smiled at her, genuinely admiring her sunny disposition. "Very well, thank you."
While my answer didn't reflect the truth of my disruptive and unpleasant sleep, I knew what the response would be if I were to complain about the lack of rest I had received.
"That's good," Mother grinned as she put Daddy's plate in front of him. "I also slept wonderfully."
I had bit my tongue at that, instantly sensing the falsity in her words. Mother was a light sleeper, and Daddy was a heavy snorer. There was little chance she slept so much as even a wink last night.
