Saving Megan

Chapter 4

~Edited~

I don't remember much more about my first and last trip to King Putt, it all feels like some kind of haze or a blur, like it was just some distant dream that I didn't want to remember. But I could never forget it, because after that night a lot of things changed. After my first week at Plainwell, which had been exceedingly good, my second week went terribly. Almost a complete 180. But it didn't start till my very last class on Monday when I walked into Math class.

Saturday had gone great, better than I had hoped with my brunette and blondie at the mall. Nate and Cristian even caught up with us for a late lunch at Pizza Hut. But just like with the mini golf, it all seemed to pass by without much stopping. Sunday came and I felt like crawling away and never coming out again. Nick said he'd call, we were supposed to work on our duet for the variety show, but he never did. I texted once, not to seem too desperate, (which made me sick thinking I had turned into one of those girls who tried not to seem desperate) but the boy with the hypnotic icy blue eyes never replied.

So then Monday came. And it all felt like a completely normal day, like every day last week, until Mrs. Turner's class. Somehow I ended up a minute late and got my first tardy I'd ever gotten in my entire life, but that didn't upset me at all. The thing that made me depressed for that whole hour was that Nick wasn't there.

I knew he had been at school, he was at lunch and in gym class, but he just decided not to come to our class. The class where I first started to feel something, where I never wanted to feel anything else. I could say anything and not feel judged, and he had the same right when it had been the two of us sitting in the back of the class in our matching grey and dull blue desks.

I'll never know what Mrs. Turner taught us that day in Calculus because I refused to take notes. I began to curse at myself for being one of those girls who let her grades start to slip because of a guy. Everything I was doing was because of this guy, why? What made him so special to me, I didn't know. And it made me hate myself even more. If I didn't get good grades, I wouldn't make it to college, and I'd need the scholarships just to get in, and if that didn't happen then I couldn't become a counselor; and help kids get through tough times unlike the one's who never listened nor helped me.

And I suppose I'd gotten so involved in my own thoughts that I didn't notice the bell had rung until all of the other students had gotten up and left. Mrs. Turner sat behind her desk calmly as she graded a few last minute papers. I gave her a short nod when she looked up at me in concern and wonder. I mean, why would a kid want to spend even a few seconds in class when we were all free to go. I gripped tightly onto my math book and proceeded to get up from the back of the room before taking my time to get to the door leading out into the hallway.

By the time I'd gotten into the high school's dull blue locker lined walls a vast majority of the teenagers had already run out to the buses and their cars. I dragged myself to my locker where I found Sara waiting impatiently and tapping her shoes against the floor. She'd changed into her black spandex and crimson red Timberwolves volleyball t-shirt from last years season.

"Where have you been? We've got like 15 minutes before tryouts start." She said and gave me a little chuckle with her signature grin.

"I had to get some extra credit from Mrs. Turner." I lied nonchalantly while opening my locker and putting away my books before grabbing my black leather backpack. "I just have to change and you know that won't take me 15 minutes, Sass."

"You make a very valid point." She took her brown rimmed glasses off and put them into her one shoulder bag as the two of us walked down the halls towards the girls' gym locker rooms.

When we made it into the room lined with small red lockers and filled with teenage girls chatting as they changed into their practice clothes, I didn't hesitate as I walked towards the bathroom stalls they had in the back. I always changed in them for gym class so I didn't think anything of it when I did the same for these tryouts. But after I had put on my spandex and thrown on a plain red shirt, my friend gave me a confused glance.