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Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Megan

The doorbell rang, making me jump up slightly in surprise. I was in front of my mirror, looking at myself. I had finished taking a shower and now I looked at myself in the mirror with the towel wrapped around me.

I was trying to think about what I should wear, but nothing was coming up. I sighed. This was beginning to annoy me. Finally, an idea popped into my head. I walked to my closet and got dressed.

Just as I was pulling my tank top on, someone knocked on my door. I yanked it down and grabbed my towel off of the floor.

"Come in," I called.

I put my hoodie on and smiled to myself.

I had decided to go for leggings, my black hoodie with an owl on the front, and sneakers.

"Megan, I have to go pick up Alyssa," I heard Danny say.

I looked at him.

"That's fine," I answered.

"Oh, and Jared's over, so you'll be fine. I'll be back in about half an hour. It might take longer though," he told me.

I stared at him.

"Jared's downstairs?" I asked.

That was pretty much the only thing I heard.

"Yeah. Come downstairs. It's rude to keep a guest waiting," Danny teased.

I lightly swatted his arm.

"In this case, we know the guest won't be leaving me alone," I told Daniel.

"You should give him a break. Jared likes to mess around. Relax," he said to me.

"Danny, you're supposed to be my brother, not his," I complained.

But he just laughed and tousled my hair. I scowled at Danny. He knew I didn't like people touching my hair.

I shoved him towards the door and said, "Go pick up your girlfriend. It's rude to keep someone waiting."

Chuckling, he answered, "You should hurry too, Megan."

"Go, Daniel!" I laughed.

He left my room and I went to my bed. I grabbed my shoes and slipped them on. I then looked at my curtains and wondered if I should open them, but it would've been pointless because I was going to shut them at night.

I sighed and grabbed my phone off of my bed. I had a few texts and notifications, but I ignored them. For some reason, I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

I went back to the bathroom, but I brushed my hair this time. I parted it from the side and braided it back. I kept it simple, and I couldn't have done anything else either way. My arms were too tired.

I walked downstairs, trying to take my time.

"Took you long enough," a voice said.

I looked up to see Jared smirking at me. Too bad for me, he looked good. I mentally sighed.

He was wearing a gray V neck, jeans, and a pair of gray shoes. The shirt showed off his arms and defined his hard chest. He had probably just taken a shower because part of his hair was still wet. I resisted the urge to run my fingers through it.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were down here," I answered, my voice heavy with sarcasm.

"You suck at lying," Jared told me.