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The Bad Girl By XmysterysmileX Characters: 6469

Updated: 2018-03-02 15:35

Meghan's P.O.V

I chew on the brownie in my hand and swing on the stool as I watch Hannah continue to bake the cookies that I asked her to make.

"So, how was school today?" Hannah asks, turning to me as she begins to play with the mixture of the cookies in the bowl. I take another bite of the brownie and shrug.

"Boring if I am being completely honest but then again, when is school ever fun?" I ask and Hannah chuckles.

"School isn't about having fun, it's about learning." Hannah explains and I roll my eyes, wanting to gag at the thought of me sitting in a classroom writing all the notes down and being a little good girl.

Oh dear lord.

"For some people, yeah, but for me, I don't think so." I say with a small grin and Hannah smiles, turning around so her back is facing me.

"Meghan, can I ask you a question?" Hannah asks and I take the last bit of the brownie into my mouth and hum a 'yes' in reply. Hannah begins to roll the dough into a ball before placing it onto a tray. When she is done, she claps her hands together and turns to me with the same smile.

"What do you want to be when you leave high school? Or maybe even college?" Hannah asks and I let out a short but loud laugh at the word 'college'.

"I hate high school so I don't even see why I would be going to college anyway. To answer your question though, I want to..." I stop, my answer immediately blowing away as I begin to think about the future.

What do I want to be? I mean, just because I am a bad girl, doesn't mean that I have to be a tattooist even though that does sound pretty cool. Only problem is... I can't draw.

Back onto the topic at hand though, what do I want to be? No one has ever asked me that question and when those words escaped Hannah's mouth, it seemed like I had everything planned and thats what I thought but now...

I don't know.

"I have no clue." I mumble, looking away from Hannah's eyes. In the corn

give two fucks about my brother and I so why would she care about what I wanted to do? Well, if I knew what I wanted to do, of course.

"Meghan, " I hear Hannah's voice say and I snap out of my thoughts, looking up at Hannah who is waving her hand in front of my face. She sends me a small smile and crosses her arms over the table.

"We will have our first session tonight, okay? I have a feeling that you have a lot of stuff on your mind." Hannah says and I nod slowly. She stands up and walks to the oven, checking on the cookies.

"Uh, Hannah?" I ask and she turns to me, the smile still on her face.

"Yes?" She asks and the image of Jake appears in my mind and I can't help but grin.

"Why is your son so damn good? Don't you let him be free once in a while?" I ask and Hannah let's out a laugh.

"Don't you dare get him into your evil schemes, Meghan. I like my boy the way he is and if he ever lays a hand on anything that you have touched, I will murder the both of you." Hannah says in a serious tone and I chuckle, shaking my head.

"I have a feeling he won't go anywhere near drugs, alcohol or bikes anyway so we are good." I say and Hannah nods.

"I know."


A/N - This chapter is just a filler so hopefully you guys still enjoyed it.


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