The Bad Girl | ✓

Chapter Thirty Nine

Jake's P.O.V

I breathe out a sigh, running my hands down my face. I screwed up... I think to myself.

I freaking screwed up!

"Kiss her." He says. "Look through her file." He says.

Out of anger, I grab the nearest item -- which is just happens to be a pencil -- and throw it at the wall, letting out a groan.

I'm done for.

I've lost her.

"Jake, are you coming down for dinner?" I hear my mom ask as she makes her way into my room. She stops walking when she sees me gripping at your hair.

"Honey, what's wrong?" My mom asks, closing the door behind her. She walks over to me and I place my hands on my face, letting out an annoyed sigh.

"I've made a mistake, mom." I breathe out and my mom sits on the bed, reaching out and grabbing for my hand. She holds it in hers and frowns.

"Does it have something to do with Meghan?" My mom asks and I gulp, just feeling even more worse when I hear her name.

"Of course it does." I groan, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. I hear my mom sigh as she runs her thumb over my hand.

"Jake, I know you. Your strong. You can fix this." My mom says and I look at her, snapping my eyes open.

"How can you say that?" I ask, running a hand through my hair and taking my other hand away from my mom's hold. My mom looks shocked but I don't bother to calm down. "You don't even know what I'm talking about! You don't even know what I'm going through! You don't even--"

"Jake," My mom snaps, stopping me from saying anything. "Listen to me when I say this, okay?" My mom says slowly and I can't help but nod, beginning to calm my breathing down.

"Think of your problem as a math problem, okay?" My mom says, knowing how I enjoy math. I nod slowly, listening to my mom's words. "As hard as it may seem, there is always a way around it. You just have to breathe." And with that, my mom stands up and walks out of my room, closing my door behind her.

"As hard as it may seem, there is always a way around it."

Breathing out a heavy sigh, I get off of my bed and begin to walk out of my room, going to eat dinner. When I enter the kitchen though, I notice Meghan gripping her fork in her hand, twisting it around and around, not even stopping to shove the pasta in her mouth.

I take the seat next to her -- since that is where my bowl of pasta is placed -- and pick up my fork, watching as my mom begins to pour herself a glass of wine, her back turned to me. I sigh and look down at my pasta.

"Are you okay?" I ask, looking over at Meghan. When she doesn't respond after a few seconds, I sigh. Suddenly, when I go to eat my pasta, Meghan's phone vibrates against the table and I can't help but glance down at her phone.

Drake, I think to myself as I look at his name. Before I can even read the message, Meghan picks up her phone and shoves it in her pocket, ignoring Drake.

Relief washes over me as I realise that whatever Drake had sent to Meghan, she wasn't going to reply to it. I don't want her to end up in a hospital bed again because she was too angry and decided to drink her problems away.

Besides, she promised me.

"Are you not going to eat?" I hear my mom ask and I look up at her to see that she is staring at Meghan. I look over at her and watch as she pushes her bowl away from her.

"I'm not hungry," Meghan replies, standing up. My mom nods and grab the bowl off of the table. When Meghan leaves the kitchen without a word said, I begin to drift off into my thoughts again.

Don't do anything stupid, please... I think to myself.

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I lay down in my bed, my phone in my hands. I know your probably thinking, 'uh, what the hell are you doing' but I have a good reason...

I want to text Meghan.

Okay, I know she is just, like, a few metres away from me, a wall separating us, but you have to hear me out. I don't want to see her half-naked again...

Ugh, okay... Maybe I enjoy seeing her in limited clothing but it's not like I'm going to tell her that.

The real reason is that if I go and knock on her door and she ends up slapping me or injuring me somehow... well, yeah. I don't want to be slapped. Or kicked. Or punched.

I just want her to talk to me.

So, the safest way to do that is to message her.

My fingers hover over the keyboard, thinking of what to say to her. My heart is racing and I have this weird feeling in my stomach. Don't even ask me what it is because I don't even know. I just know that it is weird and I want it gone because I don't feel comfortable.

I breathe out a sigh and look at the time on the top of the screen. It's a quarter to eleven and now that I think about it... will she even be awake?

Oh, who am I kidding... the bad girl, sleeping at the time? No way.

But then again -- no, Jake, she is awake, I tell myself, wanting nothing more than to just get this over and done with.

Okay, I'm going to text her...

Hey Meghan--

Nope. Delete.

I was just thinking about you--

What the hell is wrong with me? Delete.

Are you angry at me--

Okay, that might not be a bad -- nope. Delete.

I groan in frustration and drop my phone onto my lap. Running my hands down my face, I breathe out a heavy sigh.

Maybe I'll just go to sleep...

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A/N - Sorry... I had to cut it off here. I want this current bit to be in Meghan's P.O.V.

-XmysterysmileX