I Wish You Never Met Me

45

CHAPTER 45

"Dude, you can't retire from fashion. You only just got started, girl," Monica slung her bag on her shoulder. "Besides, I need that limited edition Harajuku Meiko bag. You promised you'd bring it back."

"You're putting words in my mouth because I didn't promise you anything," I grabbed my books and shut my locker. "I did say that were only hundred bags and they sold out. Then my parents stole everything else. Besides after this, I don't want to stress about making a collection or anything. I just want to be normal."

"Meghan, you're Meiko, the famous teen fashion designer. You practically broke the internet when you went live the other night," Sami pointed out as we headed to homeroom. "Don't forget your psychotic ex-boyfriend and his psychotic girlfriend. And Bridget." She shuttered.

I sighed. "They really have it for me."

"Don't worry, we'll be with you every step of the way. But if you do end up doing a collection. Can we model in it?"

I chuckled. "Who else would I ask? I have no—"

The first thing we noticed was Bridget storming through the hallway behind Lucas who was seething. If looks could kill, half the students standing by would be dead by now. He had gotten slightly more muscular since I last saw him in the hospital as his stride engulfed the hallway like it was a driveway. Still, I feel guilty. I'm grateful but guilty because he got hurt trying to save me.

"Sorry about this, sweetheart," he whispered as he cupped my face. As if on que, his lips found mine.

Everything around me went quiet. The chatting that once filled these hallways were silenced. I don't remember a time where my breath was taken away, in a good way, until now. The last kiss I had was with Kayden. At that school, people bragged about how good of a kisser he possibly was. But I was the one who got to kiss him first and he sucked. But this...my legs almost wobbled like gelatin. My mind went blank. Our bodies melted together as heat rose. His teeth captured my bottom lip, forcing me to suppress the moan that nearly left my throat.

The moment he realized we're in public, he finally pulled away. The glare in his eyes was still there. Rage filled them. Disgust filled them. Hate filled them but it wasn't for me. It was her, Bridget, the girl who has been tormenting me since I arrived at this school. She stood behind him and watched in shock. However, even if it was not consented, my instincts pushed me to kiss him back.

Although he pulled away, his hands were pressed firmly against my waist. He leaned back in, but his lips only grazed mine. The electricity from the kiss still paralyzing my body in a frenzy. I could feel his warm breath against my skin—the hairs on my neck stood up. "I'll make it to you later. See you in chemistry, beautiful."

As his touch disappeared, my body felt cold. It wanted to collapse considering my knees lost all their willpower to hold me up. Then reality kicked in as Bridget's hand nearly met my face if it weren't for Sami stopping her midway. She yanked her hand out of Sami's grip. "This isn't over, jail rat."

***

"Dude, what was that?" Monica whispering turning to me.

"Forget, what was that? How was it?" Sami sat in the seat next to me.

Still frazzled, I don't even know if I should answer but I know that I'll have to anyway. "Unexplainable."

"Unexplainable in a good way or?" Monica's brows wiggled teasingly.

I scowled. "If you wanted someone to kiss you out of nowhere, go find Vince. I'm sure he'd love to oblige."

She nearly turned toward the front of the classroom, her face beat red. "Not fair, Meghan."