I Wish You Never Met Me

31

A/n: Meghan's outfit for court above. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 31

If there ever was a moment that I had a feeling I couldn't shake off, it would be right now. From getting sympathetic looks, and silent snickers. To having some even give snark comments about you to their friends whilst you walk by. The hallways weren't quiet anymore instead. The chatter grew. And the moment my presence is known, it's silent. The uneasy feeling never left me ever since getting called to the office the first time. This may be different, but the trauma is still the same.

When I got to my locker, I saw a blown-out picture of something I never told anyone about. It was at a party. The one party I chose not to drink, but still managed to get easily persuaded into. Beatrice's house party. The night of the championship home game when the eagles won. I was sprawled out in a bed with two guys I don't even know. I don't remember how I got there, but the dried blood on my leg was enough.

I wasn't sad. Nor was I surprised. Clarise stooped low, but Bridget stooped even lower. She was smiling proudly with her minions laughing.

"Who would've thought miss Meghan Hawkins, the infamous jail rat, had it in her? Right guys. To think Lucas wants anything to do with that. What's your body count, love? Mine is 1."

They laughed. Everyone did. I'm just glad that Monica or Sami weren't here to see this. The picture brought back all the memories that my brain pushed away in shock. I could now hear those breathy laughs as they got closer.

"Oh, this is going to be epic. I can't wait to get a piece of what Kayden's been hiding."

"To think, he bagged her. It's insane."

"Why couldn't it have been me?"

The tears I had in my eyes, the screams I tried to release only for them to get muffled by a thick forearm. I couldn't forget the day after. I was humiliated. They were laughing in my face. They didn't care. They all just wanted to the attention I got online. And it ruined everything. My business. Because of it, because of them I had to shut down everything down. I lost money. I lost everything and they reveled in it. They reveled in my pain.

However, my face was blank contradicting the rage that swirled in my belly like a wave pool. The silence was thick, but the tension was overwhelming. It swallowed the air that belonged to this wretched school. Without a word, I took the picture down. I didn't do what they wanted—give them a reaction.

I turned to her before one of the teachers could mediate the situation between us. "If you think my trauma is hilarious, you're not the first one to think so. Just another one of millions of people who have nothing better to do and have too much time on their hands. Pathetic." With, she was quick to lift her hand and put it on me. A loud, crack sound seeping through it. My head whipped to the left, but I chuckled.

"Who the hell do you think are, huh?!" she nearly screamed.

When I turned my head back to meet her brown eyes and the clown mask she puts effort in every day, I had a sadistic look in my eyes. Like I said, since everyone wanted a villain, they were going to get one. Not before they execute me once and for all. "Meghan Hawkins, retired fashion designer, infamous Juvenile Detention center alumni, and criminal. Last but not at least, the girl you're going to wish you never met." With that, I twisted her hand making sure I don't break her wrist. "Keep pushing my buttons, and I'll make you feel a type of pain so agonizing that you'll wish you were dead."

Then I walked away. I'm tired of people thinking they can trample over me, and I'd be alright with it. Once I'm done with Clarise, Bridget is next.

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