Reckless

Jonahs Little Secret

JONAHS POV

It's been a week from that night I attempted to tell Megan I liked her. I've been trying to tell her but she never has her phone so I can't text it to her, she's always at Justin's, since her dad left so I can't go over to his house and tell her, I've tried telling her in the hallway at school, but I backed out of that because I felt people were over hearing our conversation. I've tried telling her before class but I never have good timing because every time I try the teacher starts talking.

Megan and Justin have been arguing a lot lately I don't know what for, but they have. This might be the perfect chance to tell her.

I was walking into my 5th period class, culinary. I walked in, grabbed my apron and sat on the stool at my table. I'm so glad it's Friday.

I sat there waiting for Megan to get here. I might tell her in this class. I sat here, staring at the door.

Megan came in with a fake smile on her face, where's Justin? Why didn't he walk her to class? Megan got her apron and came and sat by me. I could tell something was wrong by the way she was staring at every single little thing. I looked at her, "Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked quietly rubbing her back. Why doesn't she just leave him? Her and I both know she can do WAY better than that son-of-a-bitch.

She shook her head. I stayed looking at her, she turned her face away from me and I could tell she was hurt. I HATE seeing her like this, she doesn't deserve it.

I can't stand this motherfucker. I slammed my fist on the table. Everyone turned around and looked at me. I threw off my apron and stormed out of class. I was going to kick Justin's ass.

I knew exactly what class Justin was in, Megan talks about him so much I memorized them.

I yanked open the door to the Spanish class. With so much anger boiling through me I dropkicked Justin in the side of his face. He sprung right up. "Boys, BOYS!" The teacher, Mrs. Garcia, screeched. Justin and I were at this point throwing punches. "YOU'RE A DICK, BIEBER." I yelled as we continued fighting.

"STOP!" I heard Megan yell. She rushed over to us and tried to pull us off of each other, but I wasn't going to stop now.

The security guards then came in and yanked me off of Justin. I guess you could say it was an even fight. I don't think either of us won, we we're both pretty messed up.

I was pushed into the principles office by the security guards, "Jonah, you just got here not too long ago, and you're already starting fights?" The principle, Ms. Steele laughed.

"I had a great reason to." I exclaimed raising up both of my bloody hands in surrender.

"Reason being?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Justin is always being a di- a jerk to Megan, and she's always crying about it, and I'm tired of it. She will cry and talk about it with me then brush it off like its okay, when it's not!"

"I'm assuming you have a crush on Megan." She asked typing something on her computer.

"I guess you could say that." I shrugged my shoulders.

She turned looking at me, "I understand that you don't wanna see Megan hurt, but that's no reason to fight."

"Okay, I understand. It won't happen again." I said while examining my hands.

"I know it won't happen again." She said raising her eyebrow at me.

Justin walked through the door. He took a seat in the chair next to mine.

"Bieber, what's your side of the story. Why did you wanna fight?" She asked while typing on her computer some more.

"I wasn't going to, I was my Spanish class and all of a sudden Jonah busted in with a wish to kill me." He laughed combing his hair up with his fingers.