Megan and Liam's Day

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I know I haven't updated in forever! I have two chapters done. I just got finished proof reading this one. If there are any typos I'm sorry. It's like 2 am. I haven't proof read the other one yet and I'm not sure if I want to change it around. But it gets exciting the next chapter. Trust me. I will give you a hint. Major Miam feels. MMF! Hehe that was fun. Okay there is something wrong with me...anyway...please vote and comment :) I'm probably gonna be sticking to this story for a while instead of the others. I'll still be writing every now and then for those but not as much. Anyway here it is!

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I wake up to my alarm clock. Ugh. I don't wanna go to school. I try to gracefully flip out of bed but end up on the floor tangled up in my sheets. I get up and stumble over to my closet. I grab my different colored Nirvana shirt with my blue ripped jeans. I slip into that and put my folded combat boots on and slide my bracelets on and a black pointed ring. I brush my hair and pin my bangs back. I put my regular mascara and lipstick on with some foundation and I'm ready.

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I grab my bag and walk to the kitchen. I grab a big cup and pour some cereal in. I pour some milk in and I head for the door.

"My mum! Bye Stan!" I yell. I open the door and walk out. I get in my car and drive to school.

"Hey Laney!" I yell at her when I get there.

"Geez. Hey Megz. We haven't talked in a while. What's up?" She asks, rubbing her ear.

"Oh nothing much just the usual, talking to Liam and being food buddies with Niall." I say casually, knowing she won't believe me.

"Yea. You wish." She says, heading to class. I just smile and shake my head as I follow her.

"Hey, mind if I come over a little while after your shift?" She asks.

"Sure. I don't care." I shrug. We walk into our first class and I see Matt, my ex, leaning against my desk. He's wearing his regular 'cool' clothing with profanities splattered all over them. Why did I ever find that attractive again?

"Warning. Douche alert. Abort. Abort." Laney whispers into my ear. I snicker and head to my seat.

"Do you mind?" I ask, leaning my weight on my right foot.

"We need to talk." He says, getting off my desk.

"No. We don't." I state boldly.

"Yes. We do." He says, gripping my forearm. I just shrug it off.

"Just go away." I say. He huffs and moves his dirty blond hair out of his eyes. Thankfully he walks out of the room without another word. Laney comes and sits in her seat, next to me.

"What did it want?" She asks, referring to him as an it.

"I don't know. He just said we need to talk." I say. She shrugs and turns to the front of the class. School goes fine, well not fine, but normal. I'm now heading out of the building with Laney.

"Just text me when you're on your way home." She says, holding onto the strap of her bag.

"Alright bye." I say with a smile. She walks off towards her car. We had to stay a while after last hour because of 'excessively talking during a lecture'. I'm about the only one in the parking lot now. I get my keys out of my bag and go to unlock my door when I feel a hand on my shoulder. They spin me around and push me into my car. I look up to be met with dark blue eyes.

"What do you want Matt?" I ask, cholericly.

"I told you we need to talk." He says in a caustic tone.

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