Chapter 13

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I am not supposed to want you
I am not supposed to care
And yet i spend my time dreaming
Of all that we could share
-anonymous

Meghan

Meghan had decided that she was not going to talk to Jackson for a week or so after his little stunt had cost her twenty dollars and the soul-stain of giving a bribe. The saleswoman had agreed to not tell her supervisor about 'the incident' and her silence was more expensive than the dress that Meghan had ended up buying. It wasn't the midnight blue one but it too was beautiful. So yeah, She had decided to silent-treatment him to death but then the little bastard had gone and taken her to the food court and her stomach had rumbled and that was that. All her anger had melted away replaced by hunger.

Food.

That single word explains everything that happened next. Half a pizza later, Meghan had been content and dazed from all the cheese and pepperoni, She had been on a sugar high from her coke (The regular one, not zero coke because are you kidding me with those?") and that right there was the only reason behind the events that transpired next. Jackson had bet her that he could eat five medium fries from Mcdonalds in five minutes and Meghan had challenged him, saying 'not a chance in hell'. She should have known better but again, sugar high. So, the bet was placed it was decided that if Meghan won Jackson would bring her fries every day for the next month and if Jackson won, Meghan would have to do one thing that he says whenever he says it but it has to be before the week is over. Looking back it was a rather unfair bet but again food, coke. So, Jackson had bought five medium fries and had finished them before even four minutes were up (Seriously how the fuck is that possible? What does he have a storeroom for a stomach? And he didn't even cough or have a stomach ache later !Life is so unfair sometimes ) and there you have it, the reason why Meghan was currently boring a hole in her carpet by pacing around and thinking about exactly what the bastard must have in mind.

Like it had been beckoning her, Meghan stopped in front of the mirror and gave her black dress a once-over. Ending at her knees, the dress wasn't body-hugging but it accentuated her curves, flaring at the hip it had a deep V cut through the middle but the exposed area was covered with lace so it didn't look indecent or too revealing. Her lips painted red, she stood a little straighter, the girl staring back at her, she looked bold and confident which was so much at odds with what she was currently feeling.

The doorbell rung and Meghan sighed, she was kind of hoping that Jackson would just forget about today. Okay, who was she kidding? She wasn't hoping for that, after the former apprehension the idea of going out with a friend had started to sound appealing. Meghan didn't have many or rather any friends. Most took one look at her in her chucks and " 'Ah' the element of surprise shirt" and turned away. Then there was the foster system kids factor, it was no secret that she and Michael came from the not-so-nice part of the town. They were those kids, the kind that your parents tell you to stay away from. They were the cautionary tale, that was until Michael got selected to the school football team. He was no longer the pauper then, he became the prince. The person everyone wanted to be near. The cool guy. He wasn't singled out anymore and he wouldn't let anyone single Meghan out.

So that's how Meghan became that girl. The girl you don't pick on but also the girl you don't make a friend. She was still a pauper but she was one in the prince's court.

So yes, Meghan was excited to go out today but she was also nervous. Mostly nervous because she had never done this before but also because she feared growing attached to Jackson because once he inevitably gets to know about her position in the social hierarchy at the school and realizes that he could do much better for a friend he might just leave her out too and even though he doesn't seem like a guy who would do that, it would hurt like a bitch if he did.

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