Sometimes, being popular isn't facile. Popularity is very arduous to sustain. If I'd be honest, I never wanted to be famous.
In the Hall of Fame, there is no such thing as privacy. Everything you do, everything you say, or even everything you think or feel, is captured by the people around you. You never get to live on your own.
These are few of the thousand reasons why I never wanted fame to enter my life. But I couldn't do anything, it just happened. One time, I was a nobody. The next time I checked, I was considered as the popular 'Miss Playgirl' in school.
It is very eccentric, isn't it?
In most situations that I observed and most stories that I read, normally, boys are reckoned as players. Maybe, it sometimes happened to be the other way around, but it is very rare and unusual.
"Megan," I see someone very familiar heading towards me. I think he's with me in one of my classes, but I don't remember his name.
"Yes? Uhmmm," I snapped my fingers repeatedly, trying to figure out his name.
"It's Andrew Smith."
"Yes, right. So, what can I do for you?" I asked politely.
"I'm the school's journalist and I just want to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"Is it true that you and Nathan Anderson have something for each other? I mean, the news that you two like each other is spreading in the whole school." He profoundly informed me.
My eyes bulged out from its socket. Jaw dropped from his statement.
"What?!?" I shrieked.
"Calm down, Megan."
"Where did you get that information?"
"Everyone from school is talking about it. I came to you for a confirmation."
"Well there's nothing to be confirmed. Nathan and I are good friends. Yes, you may all see us together but that doesn't mean there's something going on between us. We are study buddy, project partners, and we have the same schedule." I explained clearly to him.
"Oh, I see." He said, slowly nodding.
"So you are the school's journalist?"
"Yes."
"Never write an article about this, please?"
"I won't."
"Great. Thanks."
Wow. People are really good in making stories. Where did they get that? Nathan and I have something for each other? Just the thought of it makes me want to vomit.
I even had a hard time deciding on whether to be friends with him or not. How much more liking him? Come on, that would be very impossible.
Yes, a lot of people likes him. Girls line up just to get his attention. He is good-looking and handsome. Some even think he's kind and likable.
Well, I'm not them.
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Having vacant on my schedule today, I got the time to rest for a while. Even the genius Albert Einstein needed a break from his work, how much more me? I'm just a normal student. I also needed a pause from everything.
I was walking on the hallway when suddenly,
"Megan Collins." I turned my head to the side to see who called my name, seeing someone who is very unfamiliar.
"Yes? Do I know you?" I raised an eyebrow.
"No you don't," She shot me a pernicious smile. "It's Karen Michelle A. Evergreen," she smirked as she said her full name.
"You're an Evergreen?" My voice rose.
"What's wrong with being an Evergreen?"
"What's wrong with being an Evergreen?" I repeated, "Being an Evergreen is a complete mistake. If I were you, I'd pray to God that I was never born. Oh, poor you, you belong to a family of whores." I teasingly smirked.
"Be careful with your words, Collins." She warned.
"I am very careful with it. So, what do you need from me?" I snapped.
"I heard that you and Nathan are going well with each other. I warn you Megan, stop bitching around Nathan. He's mine!" He glares, sounding so selfish.
"He's yours?" I scoffed, "Do you have a proof of ownership? Last time I checked, he is single. Anyone can own him sooner or later, including me." I said, giving emphasis to the word 'me'.
"Shut the fuck up Megan, you don't know who you're messin' with."
"No. Correction, you don't know who you're messin' with." I said, correcting her. "Isn't it odd? First, Jessie, and now what? Here come's another bitch?"
"If there's anyone here who deserves to be called bitch, that would be you."
"Yes, but I'm just second in the list of bitches. Evergreens are the first."
She was about to answer me, but then,
"Megan!" Our heads turned.
"Nathan!" I said, eyeing Karen with a smirk.
"I was looking all over for you." Nathan came near to us.
"Really?"
"Yes. I wanted to go with you to our next subject," He said, looking at his wristwatch. "Which will start in a few minutes."
Karen suddenly coughs.
"Oh," Nathan turned to her, "I see you have a friend here. And you are?"
"Hi, I'm Karen." She introduced herself, sounding so flirty.
"Hi, nice meeting you." Nathan extended his hand in front.
Before Karen could shake his hand, I took it.
"We'll be late for our next subject Nathan, let's go." I said, intertwining our hands.
I whispered something to Karen before leaving. "I thought he's yours? How come he doesn't know you? Have a great day! Because surely I'll enjoy this day with Nathan, it happens everyday." I winked.
Nathan and I left her with a jaw dropped. We were a few meters away. I slightly turned my head to Karen, seeing her sending me deathly glares. I smirked at her reaction.
One moment, she was out of our sight. We were walking, when I noticed Nathan never stopped smiling.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked.
"Nothing," he chirped.
"Nathan,"
"Fine, fine, I like the feeling that you are holding my hand." He smiled.
I came to realization that until now, I was still holding his hand. Of course, I let it go. I suddenly feel the warm creeping on my face.
"Sorry," I blushed in shame.
Nathan smiled, "Don't be."
Doesn't he have anything else to do aside from smiling? He always does that. From the day he came back, that smile never left his face.
"Anyways, what was that about?" He changed the subject.
"What was what?" I mocked in confusion.
"The incident with that girl a while ago. I heard her calling you a bitch, you also called her a bitch, and you even called yourself a bitch?"
"So you heard everything?"
"No, just the last few parts when the word 'bitch' was spilling all over. I had to cut the fight off."
"So that's why you eventually came,"
"Why do you call yourself a bitch?" He asked, trying to hide the irritation on his face.
"Because I am," I said, somewhat stating a fact.
"You're not," he argued.
I scoffed, "Really Nathan? You still don't know me that much."
"I do," he defended.
"What?" I asked, confused with his answer.
"I mean, in the days that I get to spend some time with you, I get the chance to see the real you." He said, trying to cover up his statement earlier.
"What you see is what I allow myself to show you. You can't assure if it's the real me."
"I'm sure, I can feel it."
"Whatever you say," I rolled my eyes.
I have a feeling that Nathan is hiding something from me. Every time we talk, he spill words that isn't meant to come out of his mouth. He acts like he knows everything about me. And it really bothers me, a lot.
Whatever it is, I should find it out.
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A/N: Gooo Megan! Bring that b*tch down! Hahaha! :)
Hi readers :* I went on another vacation, and I'm homeee. :) I'll update often. Hehe :)
Nathan and Megan are so damn cute together <3 I love them both. Agree? :)
I love you all <3 lovelots muaaah :*
_BlueRose ;)