The Bad Girl | ✓

Chapter Fourteen

Meghan's P.O.V

I sit on my bed, letting out a sigh. My phone continues to ring but I ignore it, not wanting to deal with Emma right now. The headache is killing me and if I hear her blab on about whatever, I won't be happy.

I just need sleep.

Before I snap, I grab the phone quickly and put it on silent before throwing it on the end of the bed. I let my body fall onto the pillows beneath me and sigh again.

The memory of what happened between Jake and I earlier appears in my head and I roll my eyes. Honestly, if he thinks he is so damn nice, he would've helped me and not let Emma completely strip me while talking about how she was so worried about me running off.

Technically, I didn't run off, I just decided to go for a walk. I didn't plan on ending up back here but since a guy tried to force himself onto me, I had no choice. Who was the guy, you ask? Well, that's the problem. I have no idea but I'm sure he won't want to mess with me again since I broke his nose.

I'm pretty sure, from what I remember, he goes to my school but I haven't seen him around much. He usually doesn't appear in any of my classes except for maths, which I occasionally skip if I don't want to be apart of the class.

I know I'm suppose to behave and all but if maths was a guy, I would literally kill him. How the fuck am I suppose to find out the answer to a + b? I mean, I guessed it as c but obviously, I got that wrong according to the nerd boy - Jake.

If it wasn't for the fact that I am intrigued in Jake, I would be gone by now. Hell, I would've not even came here if that supervisor didn't tell me that I would be living with a seventeen year old boy. The only bad thing about living here though is the stupid therapy sessions. I've only had two while I have been here but goddamn... is Hannah trying to make me punch a wall? She has my file and that has everyone about me on there so I don't know why she has to ask the questions that she already knows the answers to.

It's just stupid and useless.

Suddenly, I hear my bedroom door creak open and I immediately sit up, hoping that it is Jake for some odd reason. Instead of seeing a brown-haired nerd, Hannah appears in front of me and I let out a groan, falling back onto my bed.

Speak of the devil and she shall appear...

"Meghan," Hannah calls and I wave her off.

"I already know what your going to say and I don't feel like it. I want to sleep, thank you." I say and Hannah chuckles, walking into my room. I mentally roll my eyes.

Can this lady not take a hint?

"Believe it or not, I wasn't going to tell you to come downstairs for a therapy session. I actually wanted to ask you something." Hannah says and I look at Jake's mom, my eyebrows furrowing.

"About?"

"You." Hannah says and my frown on my face deepens. Me? Did I hear that right? No one ever wants to know anything about me because they are too afraid to ask but since Hannah is older, I'm guessing she has no right to be scared.

I let out a sigh and it up, leaning my back against the head rest. I grab the purple pillow and place it on my lap, my arms wrapping around it. "Go ahead." I say tiredly and Hannah places her right leg over her left, looking over at me.

"Is there a reason why you are who you are?" Hannah asks and my eyes widen in surprise. Well, I'd be lying if I honestly saw that question coming my way.

I pause and think for a second. I mean, my mom did treat me like shit when I was younger so maybe I can say that it was my mom but then again, even when she treated me like shit, I had no other reason to hate her. With the only parent I had, I had no choice but to still love my mother, even though I didn't want to. The things my mom put my brother and I through weren't pretty but I guess she had a tough childhood which is part of the reason why she couldn't look over us.