Love incognito *unedited*

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3.

Recap: Megan embarrassed herself by yelling I'M ON MY PERIOD in front of Jale's only best friend Evan.

Megan's POV

"Hell yeah! It's the weekend!" I hollered to no one in particular. I put on some music full blast in my room and hopped around to the song Wiggle by Jason Derulo.

This only lasted a minute or two because my mother walked into my room and ripped my ipod off the docking station.

"What is the meaning of all this ruckus?"

"Im just happy it's the weekend mother." I said icily.

"Well keep it down. I don't want to hear it."

"I don't wanna hear it." I mimicked.

"Listen young lady. I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour in my house." She said authoritively, poking me with her finger.

"Great then I'll go to dad's house early this week." I snapped.

"It wouldn't have changed anything, I'm going out with friends tonight."

"Ooh! Where to? Vegas? Milan? Dubai?" I mocked.

"Rome actually." She said cooly. "Now pack some things, I don't know how long I'll be gone."

With that, she slammed the door, leaving me to the eerie silence of my empty room.

I sighed frustratedly and packed my things. Ever since my parents' divorce, both of them have crashed and burnt. My mother is such an idiot. Oh my god she never shuts her gob. To those out there who are gasping at my foul use of words, don't. My mother is an alcoholic, though she won't admit it in public. If her group of cronies found out? Ooh! The scandal that would be! I rolled my eyes at the thought.

She blows her money on things she can't afford and worst of all, she tries to convince herself that I don't exist. She goes on trips and doesn't come back for weeks. She doesn't tell me when she's leaving or when she's coming back. She wants to forget me because to her, I'm a reminder. A reminder of the mistake she made when she married my father.

But my father is no better. Oh no. He wallows in self pity day and night. Well at least, he used to. He's now dating this gold digger. I hate her. She's so fake and materialistic. She makes strippers look like nuns. I shuddered.

Isn't my life just a bucket of good ol' fun?

Yes, yes that was in fact sarcasm.

The thing is, I've always lived in this area. Except I lived here in my dad's house with my mom. Then my mom moved out to the new home where I now stay fifty percent of the time. I changed schools because of complications at my old one. Why did I tell everyone that I moved here last week? Because I truly did and I am a stanger to this part of town.

I sighed once again and threw myself on my bed. I layed sprawled acrossed it for only a short amount of time until my thoughts wandered to Jale. I hadn't talked much to him but Tammy told me enough. Apparently, the week I got here was the same week he was bailed out of jail.

A smile tugged at my lips.

Jale went to jail. I smiled.

That's funny.

I have to admit, Jale is really hot. I love how his dark brown hair is always messy and falls into his eyes sometimes. His eyes are like two brown orbs that will suck you into a dark and dangerous place filled with mystery and risk. Don't even get me started with his Abercrombie model worthy body. Just the thought of him makes my heart beat faster.