He Said Hi

The sequel to "He Said Bye" is finally here! Ever since Bridgett's boyfriend, Ryder moved to New York, she has been conflicted as to whether she should move on or not. She finally moves on to a guy she liked. His name is Jake, and he is very sweet and nice. Bridgett knows that he isn't as good as Ryder, but she still wants to move on. Then, something happens that will change Bridgett's relationships drastically. Conflict will arise and Bridgett will have to decide... (read the book to find out)!


9. Meg's Breakup

Meg’s POV


It was just a normal day, and I was heading to lunch. Our class had gotten out a little earlier than the others, so I just went to lunch without waiting for Trish, Bri, or Chloe. It was still Sophomore year, so I walked with my head down a little, hoping I wouldn’t make eye contact with any Juniors or Seniors.

I was entering the lunchroom, when I lifted my head after seeming a girl’s shoes and a boy’s shoes that I recognized. And there they were. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to run, run far and fast- which is saying a lot because I hate running.

Instead of running though, I walked over to the two students. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, making sure I really was seeing this. Unfortunately, it was real. There was my boyfriend Ty, kissing miss popular, Cass Kholeson. I didn’t know what to say, or what to do, so I just kept walking toward them until they saw me. I will never forget the grin that stretched across Cass’ face. It was the smile a villain would have in a movie or a film.

“Megan! Hi! I was just…” Ty lied.

“Save it.” I called him out.

“Meggy, I can explain.”

“Explain what?! I just saw you kissing her!” I can’t bring myself to say her name.

“I’m gonna go get us a spot at a table, okay babe?” Cass was malicious, flat out evil.

“Okay baby.” Ty smiled, then he looked back at me and his smile faltered.

“Baby? Oh you freaking kidding me right now Ty?” I didn’t know where my anger was coming, but I could feel it rising up inside me.

“No, it’s not what you think Meggy. I… I like you.”

“Stop. You fucked up. You just fucked up.” the anger had been released, but it came out as calmness. I wasn’t yelling, I didn’t have it in me. It was like I was stating facts.

“Meggy,” Ty tried to call after me, but I was already walking away.

I walked off to the nearest bathroom, and fixed my makeup. I never really wear a lot of makeup, so it was an easy fix. My face had just got so red with anger that I had to apply more foundation powder. I stayed in the bathroom, not crying, but just letting my anger slowly fade into regret. Regret for ever going out with Ty.

I went back to the lunchroom, and mostly everyone had already gotten their trays and sat down. I didn’t even bother to get a tray. I just went over to our table and sat down. The laughter at our table stopped when everyone saw my face, and the questions rolled on in. I didn’t answer, instead I just dismissed it as me not feeling well. The rest of the day, I trudged from class to class, but everything was just a blur.

When I got home, texts started rolling in.


Trish- What’s wrong?

Bri- Did something happen 2 u?

Chloe- R we still gonna hang 2day?


Leave it to Chloe to dismiss the whole situation. Not in a rude way, she just doesn’t usually understand feeling type stuff. I just sent a really long text explaining everything. Everyone just sent me sad emojis and broken heart emojis. Then they asked if I wanted them to come over, but I said no. Secretly though, I got off the group text and privately texted Trish and asked her to come over. She was over in five minutes, mainly because we live pretty close.

We talked, no tears were shed, but a lot of feelings were. Trish is a great listener. She listened, gave her opinion, and added a little pep talk in the end. Trish’s pep talks are sometimes useless, but most of the time they are really helpful. I felt better afterward. Trish ended up staying the night and she just used my clothes in the morning. Which were a little baggy on her, because she is practically a toothpick. I’m pretty skinny myself, but Trish is short and petite.

The next day at school, none of us talked about it. It was like an invisible contract had been signed between us, agreeing that we would never speak of it again. And we hadn’t ever spoken of it again.

Except for now.

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