The Revelations of Meg Scott-Reese

Needs editing! The Lollipop Brigade. That's what Meg nicknames the gang of popular girls at her high school. They've made Meg's life hell and stopped her from having any friends. That's until Damien appears. But what if there is more to the Lollipop Brigade than meets the eye?


6. Chapter Six


      The only eventful thing that happened during the half an hour left of Art was that Hayley didn't turn up.

      I presumed that she and the rest of the Lollipop Brigade had decided that their time would be better spent somewhere else, like the shopping centre, which was where they could usually be found when they weren't at school.

      I still found it hard to believe that Hayley had become a Lollipop.

      The bell rang and I packed up my stuff, before meeting Damien in our form class, as it was spitting outside.

      Damien was talking to me but I didn't hear a word he was saying as I munched absently on my breakfast bar.

      He waved a hand in front of my face. "Hello? Earth to Meg?"

      I blinked surprised and turned to face him. "Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?"

      He sighed and gave me a 'what are you like?' look. "I said I hope it's not raining when we go into town. That is, if you still want to go into town?"

      "Oh no, of course I do!" I said panicking, thinking that I had upset him. "No, I'm really looking forward to it."

      "I would understand if you didn't want to go into town you know, after what has happened."

      I smiled. "Damien, I do want to go into town with you. For one thing I think it's going to be fun, and for another it will distract me."

      It was his turn to smile. "Good, and just so you know, I think it's going to be fun too."


      English and Science passed quickly and Damien and I were soon walking into town.

      I was laughing at his jokes as if nothing had happened, and was feeling a lot happier as my dark mood had lifted.

      "Where do you want to eat?" I asked Damien as we reached the first shops.

      He shrugged. "I don't know; you're the expert."

      I smiled. "I know just the place."

      Cafe Aroma is a small, but charming cafe run by a friendly family.

      Damien and I sat down at a table by the window, and browsed the menus.

      Rosemary Matthews, who owned the cafe with her husband, approached us grinning. "Hello Meg, who is this young man?"

      I laughed. "This is Damien; he's new to Lakeside so I'm showing him around."

      With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Rosemary asked. "Are you ready to order?"

      Damien gestured for me to order first.

      "Ok, I'll have the vegetable lasagne and a strawberry milkshake please." I handed her my menu, praying that she wouldn't say anything embarrassing like she usually did.

      Sat opposite me, Damien closed his menu and handed it to Rosemary. "I'll have the shepherd's pie please, and a lemonade."

      "Coming right up," Rosemary said, smiling.

      Damien must have got a message on his phone, as he pulled it out of his pocket and seemed to be reading something.

      Rosemary gave me a shocked look and mouthed. "He's hot! Good job, Meg!"

      I glared at her playfully and she winked at me before walking into the kitchen laughing.


      Half an hour later, I laid my knife and fork down and placed a hand on my stomach. "Wow, I'm full."

      Damien laughed and ate the last bite of his shepherd's pie. He leaned back in his chair. "I've got to say, that was delicious, and this cafe was definitely a wise choice."

      I smiled. "I have to concur."

      Rosemary walked over to us. "Did you enjoy your meal?"

      Damien nodded. "It was delicious thank you."

      Rosemary beamed at his praise. Leaning down to take my plate, she muttered. "He's a keeper." 

      Our plates in one hand, Rosemary said. "Can I interest you two lovely, young people in some ice cream?"

      Damien looked at me expectantly.

      I shrugged. "I don't mind, I'm pretty full."

      I received a disappointed look from Damien and so sighed. "Ok then, one ice cream sundae please."

      Rosemary smiled. "One ice cream sundae with lots of different flavoured scoops, sprinkles and sauces coming up!" She practically skipped to the kitchen.

      Damien and I laughed at the silliness of it all, but our laughter was cut off when the door to the cafe opened.

      "Well, well, look what we've got here girls."

      My blood started to boil at the sound of Sara's voice, and I took a deep breath to calm myself. I kept my gaze on Damien, and he gave me smile of support.

      "Well it's only Miss Book-Lover and her new friend. Or should that be her only friend?"

      "LOL!" Angel shrieked, before joining the rest of the Lollipop Brigade in a round of squeals.

      I clenched my fist.

      Sara walked up to our table. "Oh I'm sorry, are we interrupting your date? Have you had your first kiss yet or is that going to be in six months time?"

      More laughter.

      "Please leave." I said through clenched teeth, moving my gaze to the table.

      "What's that? I didn't hear." Sarah said mockingly.

      I took a deep breath and said as calmly as I could manage. "I said can you please leave?"

      "How rude," Sara gasped. "We only came in for a drink and we get insulted. Well why don't you have a drink, Meg?"

      The next thing I knew my milkshake was down my top. I stood up, shocked and speechless.

      "What do you think you're doing?"

      I looked up to see Damien rise from his seat, obviously furious.

      "You think you're so great. But do you know what I think? I think that the bullying, and the 'I couldn't care less' attitude, is just a front so that you get some attention. I bet you can't stand it when the attention's not on you."

      Sara strode up to him, her face inches from his. "Well do you know what dweeb, I couldn't care less what you think. I also think that your bark is way worse than your bite, pup." She snarled.

      Damien's face hardened as he returned her glare.

      Minutes passed and eventually Angel said. "Sara, the dress shop's going to close soon, we should go."

      With a low hiss Sara whipped around and strutted out of the shop.

      The Lollipops followed, but I could swear that I heard Hayley Conner mutter an apology as she exited the cafe, running to catch up with the others.

      Damien turned to me. "Are you alright? I can't believe her."

      I grabbed a serviette and wiped what I could of the milkshake off my top. Fortunately I had worn a t-shirt on top of a long sleeved top again, so I took my t-shirt off and stuffed it into my bag.

      Sitting back down I said. "You didn't have to do that you know."

      He looked at me in surprise. "Someone has to. She can't just get away with stuff like that."

      I nodded, knowing just how he was feeling. "But now she's going to get you back for standing up to her."

      Damien shrugged. "I don't care, but hey, I got a nickname like you said.

      I gave a small laugh. "Not very imaginative is she? Pup,"

      Rosemary appeared with a gigantic ice cream sundae which I had no idea how Damien and I were going to finish it, just the two of us. If she noticed my change in attire, she said nothing.

      Handing us a spoon each, she said. "Enjoy kids."

      I smiled after her before taking a bite of the ice cream. "Mmm! This is delicious!"

      Damien's eyes were wide. "Wow, we should come here more often."

      Putting some more ice cream onto my spoon, I asked. "Are your dad and Jeremy good friends?"

      He nodded. "Yeah, they met in high school, and now work for the same company. Thanks again for choosing that book."

      I frowned. "It was weird, I shook hands with Jeremy when he was leaving and he slipped a twenty pound note into my hand."

      Damien's eyebrows shot up. "Really? Wow."

      "It was strange though... my necklace fell out of my shirt and he acted all strange when he saw it."

      He looked intrigued. "Really? What did he do?"

      I brushed my hair out of my face. "He turned white, and was staring at it."

      "Hmm, do you mind if I have a look?"

      "Of course not," I slipped my necklace off my neck and handed it over to him.

      Damien turned the ring over in his palm. "It's beautiful. Whose was it?"

      I sighed inwardly; I knew this moment would come, I just hadn't known when. "It's my mother's wedding ring. She died a few days after I was born, and I've never met my father. Claire and Aaron Reese are my adopted parents."

      I blushed, feeling self conscious, as I waited for his reply.

      Handing me back the necklace, Damien gazed at me. "That's tough. When were you adopted?"

      "When I was ten," I replied, putting my necklace back on.

      "So you spent ten years in a children's home?"

      I picked at the ice cream with my spoon, keeping my gaze turned down. "I was passed around a few foster homes, but yeah I spent a while in a children's home."

      "I had no idea, Meg. I'm sorry."

      "What for?" I asked, touched by the sincerity in his voice. "It's not your fault."

      "I know, but it must be hard for you."

      I nodded, blinking back tears. "Can we change the subject please?" I gasped.

      He seemed upset to have upset me. "Of course, I... its strange the way Jeremy acted. Now that I think about it he did seem a bit distracted at dinner... how odd."   


      Damien and I left Cafe Aroma nearly twenty minutes later, and I'm ashamed to say that we did end up eating the entire sundae. Needless to say as we walked around town, after Damien had insisted on paying, I felt like I would never need to eat again.

      I showed Damien around all the shops, and he asked in all of them about a job. Only one of the shops had a job available, and that was the toy shop, so he gave them his details and they promised to ring him to set up an interview time.

      Once we were finished in town, we started walking home.

      "Hey," Damien said, stopping by a lamp-post. "Look at this."

      I saw a dead squirrel beside the curb. "Ew, poor thing," I cringed as I saw the tyre marks in its fur.

Seeing the direction of my gaze, Damien laughed. "Not that, this!" He pointed to a poster that was on the lamp-post.

      I read the poster. "Oh, the circus is coming to town this weekend."

      Damien looked at me. "Do you want to go?"

      "I have work twelve to three on Saturday, but we could go after that." I nodded.

      He grinned. "Great, it's a date." He blushed realising what he had just said. "I mean... err..."

      I started laughing and so did he after a moment’s hesitation.

      We started walking again, and I asked. "So what's your favourite fairground ride?"

      Damien shrugged. "I like them all really; the dodgems, the fun house, the pirate ship."

      "I'm looking forward to the firework display."

      On the poster it had said that there was going to be a special fireworks display, though for what reason it did not say.

      "Fireworks are always good." He agreed.  

      When we were stood outside my house, I said. "Do you want to come in?"

      "Ok," Damien said with a smile.

      I led him up the drive and inside the house.

      As we took off our shoes, he said. "This is a nice house."

      I smiled. "Come on, I'll give you a quick tour, if you like."

      I showed him around the kitchen, living room, dining room and utility room.

      When we got to the garden, Damien said. "Ah so that's why it's called Willow Cottage."

      Yep, there's a great big willow tree snack bang in the middle of the back garden. I love that willow tree. When I'm in a particularly childish mood, I will run underneath it. Yeah, I'm cool.

      I offered Damien a drink or some food, but he kindly declined my offer.

      We went upstairs and I showed him the two bathrooms (yes two! This is the closest I've been to heaven; after living in a children's home for many long and tedious years, and now living in a house where I practically have my own bathroom is pure bliss!), and finally my bedroom.

      I waited for his reaction as he gazed around my room.

      "This is nice," he said eventually. "Green, interesting colour,"

      Now before you say anything, it's a pastel green, not a vomit green or a dark green or anything.

      I shrugged. "It's my favourite colour."

      "You've got lots of books." Damien said peering at my numerous bookshelves. Walking around, he said. "You like Queen?"

      I joined him where he was standing looking at the posters on my wardrobe doors. "Yeah, they're one of my favourite bands."

      He smiled. "Me too," Turning around he noticed my window seat. "Wow this is cool."

      I laughed. "Thanks, I like to sit and read here."

      "Ahh," Damien noticed my games console. "This must be where the magic takes place."

      "Do you want a game?" I asked, presuming that was what he was hinting at.

      He rubbed his chin. "Hmm, well I can't say no. If that's ok, of course,"

      I laughed. "Yes, it's fine. I was going to go swimming this afternoon, but I can go another day. Anyway I offered didn’t I?"


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