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Chapter 14: Mr know-it-all

Monday

Weekends are to short! That is a statement I stick by.

I spent all of Sunday watching episodes of friends whilst protesting with the girls that I'm fun, or at least I was fun.

Before the plane crash, I was quite the rebel, all back chat and irresponsible actions- now I'm just bitchy attitude.

I always thought about my life before the accident. Was I a better person then? Definitely not. Was I a more free person? Probably. But I genuinely think I'm a better person now.

"Girls we're gonna be late" I call, no response. Lucy stumbles into the kitchen clearly with a hangover, she was out all of yesterday and didn't come back until midnight "Drinking isn't healthy for your condition" I lecture.

"Why can't you say it's unhealthy for the baby? Why can't you just accept that?" She moved around like a sloth taking twice as long to open the fridge and pull out all the cutlery.

"Girls"

"Where's the coffee?" She croaks.

"We're out" I lie, I had secretly hid the jar in my room to stop her having it because it was bad for her 'condition'.

"I'll just get some later" She grumbles.

"Ok cool" I half listen to what she says clearly knowing that she won't get any later.

I hear small footsteps and the girls enter in their usual school uniform styles, Mel looking like she could go for a sophisticated job interview and Margo looking like Miss little rebel. I see a lot of me in Margo.

As I begin to back out the drive way Margo speaks up "Can I get drum lessons?"

"Ha" I laugh, like I have the money for that "Sorry money in this family is short" It breaks my heart saying that to her but I just can't afford it.

"But Jackson gets drum lessons and he even has his own drum set" She says under her breathe but just at the right volume for me to hear, clearly wanting to tell me but in a discrete way.

"Well I'm not Jackson's parents" I reflect back with finality in my voice. Convo ends now.

Margo slumps back in her chair in defeat and looks out of the window for the rest of the journey.

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I arrive ten minutes late which my form tutor wasn't to happy about.

I was nervous about seeing mason today. I haven't seen him since the incident on Saturday and I've been ignoring him despite his many texts and phone calls over the weekend.

"So I'm super excited about Dan's party on Friday" Corey exclaims.

"Yeah those rich kids really know how to throw a party" Justin agrees.

I was still contemplating if I was even going to this party. Molly said that her mum can take the girls but I honestly don't feel up for a party, I prefer if it was just my friend group and I watching tv in my living room.

My thoughts are cut off with sharp scissors as Mason strides into the room. I guess his presence was really noticed because it wasn't only me who halted my life to stare. Most of the class, mainly girls, ogle at him as he walks by oblivious.

Wait!

I was ogling like all the other sad girls.

Stop it Brooke!

You hate him!

He's arrogant.

He's American.