Broken Youth

Chapter 5

~ Chapter Five ~

••Megan••

His eyes were green. Far too green; but they weren't light green- like grass- they were dark, mysterious, intriguing. I got lost in them. They were a forest, full of danger, but passionate, like a hunter in the woods. Sometimes it scared me how they seem to light up underneath his hood, but in some ways I liked it. I don't know why, but something about him made me want to... I don't know... Jump in excitement or scream in pain. He changed me- made me something I'm not; Or maybe he made me who I really am...

I looked up from the, now turning, yellowy-grey pages of Bloody Vacancy. I glanced at the clock on the wall, afraid the time had barely gone by and actually, I hadn't done nearly enough work. It read 8:09. My eyes widened in shock as I realised it was 8:09am. I carefully placed the book beside my laptop and made sure my notes were tucked inside the cover. About 12 hours worth of work could not be lost- or taken. I switched of the TV hoping I had not kept the neighbours awake. I slowly trudged up the stairs and into my room, my legs giving way in pure exhaustion just as I got to the bed.

Crawling in and snuggling up to the covers, I couldn't help but notice the similarities between the boy in the book, Harry, and the boy who lives next door to Mrs Vlack. Her words had sunk in, leaving me pondering over whether she meant for me to notice such things. Mrs Vlack isn't one to notice the eyes at first, only your attitude, and the fact that the first thing the mentioned to me was his eyes, confuses me even more. Leaving my brain to rest, I let my thoughts take over and soon visions of green eyed boys and blonde haired girls, filled my dreams...

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"So, what did you do last night?" I sighed, debating whether or not to answer Georgia's question properly. She has always been 'intruding'. I like it though. Its comforting to know that someone actually cares about me and what I do, even if the feeling isn't mutual. I think she knows that though; she knows I could never care about her. She knows that I'm worried that if I care, something will happen and I can't stand any more pain. The confusing thing is (for both of us), is that I've let her in. She knows about everything- my parents, Madison, the fire; all of it.
"I read a book." As we sat down she raised her eyebrows. "Fine, I read Bloody Vacancy, god damn you." She chuckled at my annoyance. No matter how hard I try, nothing can ever escape her notice.
"You only read it because it's smutty. Just go out and put your phenomenal experience in the bedroom to good use." I spat out my juice.
"Georgia, what the hell? That juice was good!" We both laughed, knowing full well that I hadn't missed the point.
"But seriously, it's a stupid love story with lots of smut. Why do you read it?" I growled at her.
"You know why I read it. And no it's not just because of the smut, although that does help to calm my hormones." I winked at her as she sighed, shaking her head. I wasn't going to go into the subject in detail. It's a touchy one. She knows the answers to the questions she's asking, she knows why it means a great deal to me but she still shakes her head in disbelief every time she sees the book out. Sometimes I wonder why Georgia Payne is my best friend.

I glanced over the top of my glasses, noticing someone with discretely purple hair was staring at me. Jade. Her eyes were full of evil, the juice box she was holding was crunkled inside her fist. I smiled at her. She glowered at me once again, her dark make up framing her eyes making her look even more menacing.
"Someone got out the wrong side of bed today!" I laughed slightly at Georgia's comment. But something about Jade was different. As usual she hated me, for some unknown reason, but she was never this public about it. It would always be dark eyes and glares shot at me during class if we ever caught each other's eye; she never openly displayed her anger towards me.
"Why does she hate me?" I tore my eyes away from her and back at Georgia who was typing away on her phone. With no response in 30 seconds I snatched the phone out of her hands as she snarled at me. Her phone was a precious thing- god knows why.
"Answer the damn question- why does Jade hate me so much?" I pleaded at her with my eyes.
"I really have no idea." She sighed, staring back over at the empty seat once occupied by an 'enemy', a piece of her silky brown her moving swiftly between her fingers. "But if you give me back my phone I can give you the details for the party tonight?" Her eyes lit up at the mention of such a thing.

Parties were a very rare thing in any county but as the president of ours lives so far away, we can get away with anything. The massive empty halls were constantly used as a place for pounding music, heavy air and hormonal teenagers. It was my kind of place. The rooms upstairs were much like bedrooms as over time students had gotten hold of spare furniture and placed in the dark rooms above the dance floor. Nearly every night the halls were occupied by a different set of students enjoying a night full of new and exciting things. For us, Harrogate High (even though it's a college), get halls A and B every Wednesday and Sunday and every week on each of those days, I am above the main ground getting laid. I enjoy it. The sense of freedom with my body- to do what ever I please. I was never inexperienced in that department due to the extraordinary amount of sexual content Bloody Vacancy contains. But now I was older, having a throbbing length between my lips or getting soaked as a new attractive male slid his fingers inside of me, was like swatting a fly. I loved seducing the male I picked out among the crowd, watching him drool as I ground on him feeling the blood rush to his crotch and a bulge grow. After that I would latch my lips on him and swing my legs around his waist before we stumbled up the stairs to a free room and undressed each other as hungry lips made their mark. But my favourite part was having him pound into me, thrust after thrust after thrust, moans spilling from his mouth as he spluttered lies and cursed my name whilst I pulled his hair and screamed his name for the whole world to hear. I loved smirking at him heaving as his orgasam reached its height, not wanting to stop but knowing he had to. Then I would take control, I would take his length and pump and suck and tease until he was a shaking mess letting him come in my mouth. I would swallow as usual- the taste was so sweet and addicting. Right after that he would attempt at sliding his fingers in and out of me and then lick me clean as I continue to orgasam. And to finish it off, to remind him I didn't want to see him again, I would simply slide the dress back on, slip into my heels, shake my hair and walk out of the 'club'. Like a fucking boss.

I passed Georgia back her phone as she reeled of the time and dress code- there was always a dress code, but I always chose the same short, revealing black dress and high platform heels. My crimson hair was always left down and minimal makeup was needed as I knew the boys would come flooding over as they did every night.
"You excited to get some more action, Meg?" She winked at me. I grinned back. Oh she knows me so well. We placed our trays on the stack that always grew by the bins and staggered off out the lunch hall sniggering about which idiotic, but lucky, boy would stumble into my path tomorrow night. Wednesday night. Memories of every other night replayed in my head, screaming and shouting, licking and pumping, thrusting and teasing, kissing and touching. I couldn't wait!

{Authors Note}

Note: This was probably the 2nd longest chapter I've done. Ok, let me get one thing straight, yes there is smut (if you call it that) in this book. When Meg meets Harry there will also be plenty of sexual scenes, but for me it's so much more intimate (you will see why). So meanwhile, sit back, relax, Harold and his crew are soon to enter the messed up world of Megan.

Dedication: (my best friend Emily) She is the inspiration for Emily in ways of personality and looks and humor, other than that your not alike in the slightest. Thank you for your support- love you!

Love you all- Meg<3