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

Chapter Fifteen

"So what's the first thing you plan on doing towards your new 'Megan?'" I ask, I would like to help her change in any way that I can.

She thinks over it before answering. "My boyfriend."

My eyes go wide, he's the most popular guy in school and she's just going to get rid of him. "Megan-"

"No, hear me out," she interjects, pointing a finger at me. I sit still, waiting to hear. "Dan only wanted me because of 'old Megan,' I was the only girl pretty enough at the time who would be willing to give him what he wanted. He likes me because of the way I present myself, my popular status, and . . . other things."

"Other things?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Don't tell anyone, but," Megan leans closer to me. "He asked me out because he heard that I am an insanely good kisser and my make out skills are out of this world."

"Okay then." My eyes widening as I look away from her.

"You asked!" She reminds me.

"I know, I know. I deserved it. Okay, ending it with your guy, then what?" I ask, changing the subject.

"New friends. The friends I have now don't deserve the new Megan, I need new ones that will accept the new me."

"I would wait a little for that one. People are going to think that you're completely mad and sketchy if you change your entire life and then go around like a kindergartener looking for a new best friend. You can hang out with me for the first few days until you get back on your feet then I have to kick you out, nobody likes me, Megan. I'm next to social suicide, which isn't what you want."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm looked down upon at our school. Everybody stays away from me, Megan."

"They do, but not for the reasons you have." Megan states. I look at her closely, she not lying . . . at all.

"Wha . . . what do you mean?"

Megan rolls her eyes, resting her elbows on her knees. "Lana, people stay away from you because you're super smart. The girls don't come near you because they feel totally outsmarted by you and a waste of your time. The guys don't go near you because they're all too chicken to ask you out. Lana, you're the most loved and feared girl in the entire school!"

My mouth parts, my body freezes, everything doesn't move. It even feels like time is standing still. Nothing happens for what seems like ten minutes but I know that there are seconds and they are ticking away.

"Lama, are you okay?" Megan looks into my eyes, searching for something of my sanity.

"Yeah, but . . . how?" I ask, gaining my focus back.

"You tell me, seeing as you are one in a million."

I sigh quickly, more like a quick exhale out of surprise, and run a hand through my hair, this it not going where I had expected it to go before.

"I don't know why you weren't my trigger, you have got it all, though you don't have it. Every girl is dying to become you. . . . Even me."

The operator on the other line didn't pick up the first few times. I'm getting really annoyed, I need to finish this soon. "Gallagher Publishing, Sabrina speaking." A eccentric voice responds. Finally.

"Hi, I'm a history student from the University, and I was calling about Ms. Smith's book; Murder in 1882." I say in my most older voice I can muster. I hope it makes me seem a little older than I really am.