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Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Jared

"I wish they'd stop staring," Megan murmured. "It's been over a week."

"They will," I reassured her. "We're still a new couple to them."

Megan groaned and buried her head in my chest, resting her hands flat on the sides of my stomach. I smiled and wrapped an arm around her, kissing the top of her head. She was too cute sometimes.

"Come on, Stewart. We need to get to class," I told her.

Megan groaned again, but she stood straight and shut her locker. I intertwined our hands and dragged a reluctant Megan to class. She practically dragged her feet to class, and I laughed at her expression. She really hated our history class.

"What's wrong with you, Stewart Little?" I asked, teasing.

She glared at me before responding.

"It's history, and the teacher is so monotone that he puts me to sleep and ruins the rest of my classes for me. I don't like it," she explained.

I laughed and pulled her to me before planting a kiss to the side of her head.

We walked into our class and took our seats. Megan grumbled again about the stares.

It had been about a month since her memory had come back, and about a week since we had started dating. I had given her space at first because I thought she only thought she wanted me, but Megan hadn't shown interest in anyone else.

"You owe me when we get home," she whispered in my ear from behind.

I laughed and turned around.

"Don't worry," I murmured. "I'll leave you a happy girl."

She blushed a deep red before punching me and leaning back in her seat. I winked at her and turned around. Dating Megan was never boring.

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"Jared?" Megan murmured.

We were at my house watching TV. Megan was lying her head against my shoulder and I had an arm wrapped around her. She didn't want to go home because her mom wasn't home and Megan didn't want to be home alone.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not sure if I can do this," she told me.

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

Megan sat up and faced me, crossing her legs on the couch. I turned towards her and saw she was playing with her hands. She only did that when she was nervous.

"I don't know if I'm ready to meet my half-sister," Megan explained. "My own father abused me as a kid, but he went out of his way to meet her and make sure she had a good childhood. I don't hate her, but I also don't know what to do. I'm not sure whether I'm ready to meet her."

Megan had told me why she had gone to the mall that day. After she was okay, Megan went back home to talk to her mom about things. She wasn't the type of girl to hold a grudge. Megan knew it wasn't her mother's fault, and she had apologized for the way she reacted.

"Do you know her name?" I asked, curious.

"No. I haven't asked my mom yet," she answered.

I took a deep breath and decided to tell Megan the truth. She deserved that much, at least. If she hated me afterwards, I would find a way to deal with it. However, I hoped she would understand.