Chat [Truth]

"So, I'm not asexual..." Megan half-wondered.

"No," echoed Connor and Jessica in tired voices.

Jacob rolled his eyes, "Is that a question? Because this is probably the fiftieth time you've asked that since last night. What prompted this existential crisis?"

Megan gave a warning look to both Connor and Jessica who knew about the Harley episode. When she had called them last night, they had had varying reactions. She had called Connor first and after convincing him that she was alright and confirming that it was not a mortal emergency, he had firmly told her that she was not asexual if she didn't want to sleep with Harley. He had sounded kind of miffed about it. Probably didn't like being woken up in the middle of the night.

After he had softened a bit, they had talked about, well, she didn't really remember what all they had talked about. It was nice, just talking, about everything and yet nothing in particular. They had definitely talked about mountains and pinecones at one point, and snow and bike rides and the fact that Connor wanted to leave town the minute he graduated.

He was much more open when he was half-asleep. He giggled a lot too. He sang "Can't Buy Me Love" at one point and then he just trailed off and fell asleep. He was one hell of a crazy dude.

Megan had laughed softly and whispered, "Good night."

Then, not wanting to wait till the morning she had called up Jessica. Jess was wide-awake, studying for some test she had for one of her AP classes. After loudly exclaiming about Harley's visit and lecturing Megan on unsafe and dangerous open windows, she had proceeded to tell Megan that even she didn't want to sleep with Harley either but that didn't mean she was asexual too because the idea of sleeping with Jacob...now, that was totally fine to her.

After making puking noises at the image of her best friend with sourpuss Jacob, Megan had agreed to see sense.

That had been the first batch of phone calls. Megan had tried to sleep but then she started wondering about the existence or non-existence of her secret admirer. She mentally cringed at having to use the phrase. It was stupid. But there was the fact that someone out there had liked her enough to write those amazing notes to her but then he or she had stopped.

Why?

It bothered her more than she let on that one fine day, she had stopped receiving those notes. A part of her couldn't help but think that her admirer had, well, lost his admiration for her. It hurt to come to terms with the fact, Sometimes, it felt as if everybody had somebody but her. Megan Thirdwheel Jackson. They could write it on her tombstone.

So now she had no one who would send her sweet notes and she had let Harley know by her silence that she wasn't exactly enamoured by him. And of course, I might be asexual. Great.

She had proceeded to spend the rest of the night alternately calling Connor and Jessica. Once, in a moment of weakness she had even decided to call Jacob for an objective opinion. He had sounded horribly irritated and told her to, "-play pranks on someone else, dammit!"

"I didn't ask for your opinion. In fact, it wasn't a question. I'm over the crisis now. Besides, it's not like I have a crisis every day. Don't step on my moment, Jakey."

"Nooo," Connor whined, "I'm the only one who calls him that, please."

"Fine, fine," Megan waved him away, "I am not getting in the middle of your brotp. I'm just gonna go on in my single loveless life. Bye, you all. See you after Economics."

As their group diverged towards their respective classes, Megan stopped at her locker to take out her Economics textbook. After messing up all the papers and books inside it, she finally realized that she had left it beside her bed after doing yesterday's assignment because a certain pain in the ass had barged in!

She looked through her bag but all she found was an empty old Snickers wrapper and her printed assignment. Mr. Jameson, the otherwise good teacher, was a stickler for rules and one of his rules was, "if you forget to bring your textbook, you might as well forget the class".

Ugh, I can't miss my class. That would mean not handing in my assignment and I can't get into grad-school without a good grade on this. Gosh, I sound like Jessica.

An idea struck her suddenly and she started scanning the locker numbers. Jessica doesn't have Economics this year but Connor and Jacob belong to the afternoon batch of students who were assigned to Eco class. I could probably sneak into one of their lockers and borrow a textbook. I am such a genius!

Knowing that Jacob was a sourpuss, she decided to try Connor's first. She tried a couple, okay more like a dozen, of random numbers but couldn't open it.

It was nearly class time. The bell would ring any minute and she still didn't have a textbook. How is one supposed to figure out locker numbers anyway? They make it so easy in the movies.

"Hello, Jackson. Friendless, I see?"

She groaned at the voice. Of course, Harley has to come in and make a bad day worse. She turned with a fake bright smile, "Oh hello, Ollival Pukeface. Still hungover, I see?"

He quickly closed the distance between them and whispered, "About last night-"

"Its fine, I'm not telling everyone and ruining my reputation with yours," she snapped.

He looked taken aback, "Well, actually, all I wanted to say was-"

"Look, I need to open this locker in the next ten seconds so how about you buzz off and irritate someone else?"

"-thank you?"

"Oh."

Harley's jaw clenched and unclenched tightly.

"Oh," Megan repeated.

"Yeah, for uh talking to me last night and not-you know-telling the whole school about it...even though your uh immense dislike for me is apparent..." he trailed off. "And," he straightened up with his characteristic smirk, "I'll just stop talking now because I can't have these chick-flick moments marring my badass image. As it is, its a social disaster to be seen talking to you."

"You are weird, you know that?" Megan began to walk away.

"But I can open this locker and make it even?" he called after her, the smile evident in his voice.

Immediately, she turned back with hope, "You can?"

He nodded and stooped to pick up what turned out to be a pocket knife from his boots.

"You're such a dramaqueen," she rolled her eyes. "Just get on with it. Jameson must be at the class by now."

"Shut up and let me concentrate." He wedged it artfully between the lock and the hinge and with a click, tore off the whole lock. "There, it is done. You can thank me later, Jackson."

Megan whistled, "Woah, I'm going to pretend I didn't see you do that and as for the thanks, I thought this made us even?" She opened the locker quickly and shuffled through the stuff, "Aha, found...oops!"

The small stack of books inside the locker dislodged at her pulling out the textbook and even as she tried to stop them from falling, pens, books and papers flew to the floor in varying thuds and clatter, "Connor is going to kill me!" She bent down to pick up the fallen stuff and right underneath The Great Gatsby lay heaps of now scattered and slightly trampled little blue notes.

She didn't even need to read the number of times they were addressed to "Hey, Megan", "Good morning, Megan", "Hello, Megan", "Good luck, Megan", "Have a great day, Megan"...she didn't even need to glance at the lettering to know that she finally knew the identity of her secret admirer.

Connor.

Connor Trent.

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hello, hello cat's outta the bag and shizz is about to go down. [sorry this was unedited btw]

What do you think is going to happen NOW THAT MEGAN KNOWS? Eep, I'm so excited. I know, I know, I'm the author and all that but I have waited so long for this moment okay? :')

and now, *sobers up* time for some business. Connor-Megan-Harley have been nominated for The Best Love Triangle at The Author Awards hosted by theauthorawards so the voting ends like real soon so please, please go there and vote for your baes right after reading this (all you gotta do is comment +1 beside my username). if you do, ily and thank you <3

Btw, Anthony from Soul Harbour (previously Coffee Shop) is nominated under best Male OC so if you're feeling charitable you can vote for him PLEASE! :D

And here we have a picture of me losing hilariously xD

also, thanks to all those who nominated/voted for Talks and Texts at theficawards because HOLY SHIT WE WON THE BEST TEXTING FIC!

you are now free to hound me if I don't update the next chapter within a week. see ya, love and glitter, zaara!