Reckless (Hayes Grier Fanfiction)

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/ / what's the fun in doing what you're told? / /

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Yeah I fucked up, but one mistake defines me here, and it will live on. I hate what I did, but I wouldn't have done anything differently.

Some people have the family problems, then there's the druggies, the people who cut, the fake plastics, I'm just that kid who got with the wrong people at the wrong time.

High school ruined all of us. I was popular in middle school, but then we all split up and now I have one or two people who I can actually talk to.

If I haven't properly introduced myself, I'm Megan. I am 5'4" exactly, I earned every inch. I used to play basketball, but since that night I haven't touched a ball. I have long hair, I'm a brunette but I am almost blonde. My smile feels crooked and my eyes are blue. Not like the pretty blue everyone else has, but a dull blue that people get bored of.

All the people here are annoying and stupid, but I'm a sophomore so I'm halfway done with hell. The kids in this grade are fake as hell. Not even in this grade, in this school. I trusted one person and the next day the whole school hated me, not that I really gave a damn. I just learned that people screw you over and you can't really avoid it.

My best friends are guys. No that doesn't make me a slut thanks for asking. Guys are just better, no lies today. They don't do the crap girls do, if they're actually are mad they'll tell you, instead of telling everyone else.

Jack Gilinsky, he knows the parties to go to. He knows everything about me, we dated awhile ago, but it was stupid, we both ended it because we were better as friends. I love Jack, he's been here through my worst, any he is honest which goes a long way for someone like me.

Jack Johnson, my main. He's fucking hilarious. He is so crazy, I love partying with him. They got famous on some app, must've gotten really famous, because I'm friends with them and I have 15k on this app called twitter. The girls are bitchy sometimes, but whatever.

Whoever the Jacks are friends with somehow I am friends with. So that works well at parties, for me at least.

I drink, I smoke, I do all that shit, but my parents haven't found out, which I was amazed because Jack Gilinsky comes to my house stoned half the time, and my parents don't even notice.

Tonight was another yet another Friday night, but it was supposed to be bigger than usual. It was all anyone could talk about at school. Anyone as in Jack.

I was ready, it was 9 and as usual Johnson was late. I was wearing a tank and some jean shorts, nothing too crazy.

I sat on my driveway, in the dark. Sketchy? Maybe. But I don't give. Johnson's shitty old honda pulled into my driveway, in the midst of my thoughts. I walk up to his window and Johnson rolls it down and sticks his head out the window.

"Hey Meg," he smiles.

"Late." All I manage to say, I hop into shotgun and stare blankly ahead of me.

"So, Jack's gonna be meeting us there, he's bringing some of the dudes from that thing I told you about earlier."

"Madcon?" I question.

"Magcon." He corrects me.

I mock him and he sticks his tongue out at me teasingly. He turned up the radio and we listened until we got to the house.

When we rolled up to the house and it looked almost as if it was shaking. I heard the music from 4 houses down.

We both got out of the car and walked into the house. When we stepped into the house Johnson was immediately spotted. A couple guys came up to him and gave him bro hugs.