In The Name Of . . . (Sequel to Fault Line) [Completed]

Chapter Fifteen

You know what sucks the most? Homework. It's one of the most stupidest things ever invented. Some people use their weekends to catch up on sleep and regain relationships, and lose their stress because of the long week of work. We don't want to spend it doing the things that we're trying to get away from. Someday I'll write a letter to the president . . .

Someone knocks on my door. I look at my door, I shouldn't be too worried about who's at the door. It's either Aunt Mallory or-

"Lana! I need to talk to you!" Megan. Great.

"Yeah, come in." I reply, looking back down at the paper I'm writing. I don't even know what it's about. Megan opens my door, steps through, closes it after that and then proceeds to walk over to my desk. Taking a seat in my desk chair, she spins it so she's facing me. "What's up?" I ask, throwing my notebook towards the foot of my bed.

"You remember when Jordan came over with Cecílie?" She plays with something on my desk.

"Of course I remember it, it was only a couple days ago." I resist the urge to roll my eyes or retort something offensive back to her. She has such a delicate ego, you know.

"Well, I asked her all of these questions; about her, how she felt when she met Jordan, how she knew that he was the one. Anyways, it got me thinking . . . she's super gorgeous, amazing, found the guy of her dreams, in fact Jordan's the only person she dated. And, I know that this is going to sound stupid and pretty weird, but . . . I . . . I'm changing, Lana." She looks up at me with raised eyebrows, like she's searching for me to laugh loudly or make a sarcastic comment about how she can't change who she is.

I don't do any of those things. "Change how?"

"She inspired me, Lana. I can do so much better with my life, I have things that can never be replaced and I need my dignity, God knows-"

"Megan, please tell me that you didn't . . ." I give her a look, she knows what I mean.

"Sleep with Dan? No, c'mon, Lana. I'm not that stupid." She cocks her head to side, looking at me with an "I'm not amused with you right now" look.

I chuckle, not rolling my eyes. "Anyways, continue."

"I can do better. In life, in school, in being someone better. Lana, I'm done being the Megan that is the sluttiest girl in school, the one that dates a new guy every other week, the one who makes out in the back of the bus and doesn't get called out for it. Lana, I want to get in trouble for that, I want a steady relationship and not be someone's seconds, I want to be me. Not someone who is fake and vacuous and wears make-up just to be pretty. I wanna change, Lana."

I take in Megan's words. Can she really change? Become a completely opposite Megan, one where she becomes practically my twin. No pun intended. "I believe you."

"I don't care if you disagree with my methods but I really want to change- wait." She looks up at me incredulously. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, Megan, really. You want to change, I can understand that. I never really approved of your methods anyways, I'm glad that you're ready to take control of your life and have, you know, morals." I smirk.

She laughs quietly, she twists her ring around her finger. I notice that she's been doing that lately. "Thanks, Lana. I guess I never really thought of you being a complete introvert that only came out to eat and bathe."

"It's what I like to do. Eat, not bathe. Showers are better. Bathing is just so outdated, you know?" I look up at her, feeling like sisters actually and not just being related.

Megan laughs louder. "Man, if I knew that you were this fun to be around earlier I would have hung around you more." I smile at her, she's a great person once you got down to it.