CHAPTER FOUR: Her audacity
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He thought he was untouchable?
She rose from her desk and strode toward the front of the classroom where Dylan stood, a cocky grin on his face as students jeered at him.
He noticed her approach. “Hey,” he said mockingly. “What do you need? A kiss or a hug?”
Megan stared him down with fire in her eyes. “A fight,” she said coldly.
The class went silent, a collective intake of breath ringing out. “Whoa!” someone hollered.
Before Dylan could even blink, Megan’s fist connected hard with his face. A c***k echoed through the room—his nose burst, and blood began to pour.
“That’s for breaking into my house,” she spat.
Dylan hunched forward, clutching his face. But Megan wasn’t done. She grabbed him by the arms and drove her knee with brutal precision into his groin. He let out a strangled cry, collapsing to the floor.
“And that’s for the robbery and the disgusting kiss.”
The class was stunned into silence. Some covered their mouths in disbelief; others grinned, finally seeing Dylan brought low.
Charlie, the only one with a hint of responsibility, rushed to help. He slung Dylan’s arm over his shoulder and supported him out of the room toward the school sickbay.
Megan didn’t wait for the consequences. She walked out with the same fire that fueled her fists.
Storming toward the library, she collided with someone in the doorway. It was Hardin.
She was the one in the wrong, but she didn’t care. She bent down, picked up her books, and shot him a look. “Excuse me,” she snapped.
Hardin didn’t move. He stood there, clearly waiting for an apology.
She narrowed her eyes. “If you’re expecting me to apologize, forget it. That only happens in movies—not in Megan’s life. Now move, or I’ll make you.”
She shoved him aside and marched inside.
Slamming her books onto a table, she sat without looking at who was beside her. Nikki eyed her from the side, lips curled with interest.
Megan frowned. She immediately stood to leave, but Nikki’s voice stopped her.
“Sit. That’s a request.”
For once, Megan gave in. She sat again, folding her arms across her chest. A moment later, Hardin sat beside her. Across the table were Jake and Adrian—the so-called ECG, the elite gang.
Megan tilted her chin, unbothered. “What is this about?” she asked.
Jake leaned forward. “We are the ones asking questions.”
“Then hurry up. If you all act like jerks, I have a right to walk out.”
“Are you joining the talent show?” Nikki asked.
Megan shrugged. “If it pleases you, yes. I am.”
“Good to hear,” Hardin said. “We saw what you did to Dylan. He’s my cousin, by the way. That video’s already gone viral. Everyone loves it. I’m impressed.”
“Is that so?” she asked dryly. “So what’s the point of this talk?”
Jake smirked. “You impressed us. You proved yourself worthy. Anyone who humiliates someone against us is someone we want. So—are you joining the ECG or not?”
Megan’s laugh was bitter. “I didn’t punch Dylan for your entertainment. I did it because he deserved it. I don’t need your approval.”
“We’re giving you a choice,” Jake said coolly. “You’re either with us, or against us.”
“I’m neither. I can’t work with you—I don’t follow orders. And I’m not stupid enough to work against you. I’ve got better things to do than waste my time fighting with high school royals.”
“You sure you won’t regret that?” Jake asked.
“I live my life by my own choices,” Megan replied. “If I regret something, it’s my burden, not yours. And Hardin—treating people like Charlie as your puppets? That’s going to backfire one day. Take that as advice.”
With that, she stood.
“Are you sure about the choice you’ve made?” Nikki asked.
Megan didn’t answer. She stormed out.
Outside, she was nearly to her car when a voice yelled her name.
“Megan!”
She turned. “Charlie, I’m right here. No need to scream.”
Charlie jogged over, breathless. “You can’t just walk away like that. Dylan’s nose—it’s bad. You need to see it.”
“I don’t care, Charlie. He brought it on himself.”
“Megan, if you’re really different from the ECG, then prove it. Just check on him.”
She rolled her eyes. “Charlie, I’m not like them. I’m worse. Let me rest.”
“Fine. Just… drive safe.”
She got into her car and peeled off.
The next morning, the class was unusually quiet. Students were already settled when the door burst open and Hardin walked in, flanked by his gang.
He was dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket, chest bare beneath it. Girls erupted in squeals. Some blew kisses; others screamed like fans at a concert.
He kissed Nikki, and Jake blasted music from his phone. The ECG performed a choreographed dance—ten minutes of confident, calculated moves. Students pressed against the windows just to get a glimpse.
After the music faded and the crowd calmed, Hardin walked straight to Megan.
He stood before her, silent at first, then he spoke.
Hardin stood tall before Megan’s desk, his presence radiating confidence, every movement as rehearsed as the performance they had just put on.
“We did that little show for you,” he said, his voice steady but edged with challenge. “This is the last time I’ll ask—would you like to join our elite cool group?”
All eyes turned to Megan.
Silence fell over the room like a curtain.
She didn’t flinch. Her expression remained firm, her chin lifted with quiet defiance.
“I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t take back what she’s already said,” she replied, her voice sharp and unwavering. “My answer still stands. No.”
Gasps echoed through the classroom.
She stood, picked up her bag with unbothered grace, and walked out without a second glance.
The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating.
No one could believe what they had just witnessed. Megan had refused the ECG twice—publicly, unapologetically.
Even Nikki’s painted smile faltered for a second. Jake leaned back, whistling low under his breath. “Damn,” he muttered. “She’s not just bold—she’s untouchable.”
Hardin stared at the doorway long after Megan disappeared from sight, jaw clenched, a faint twitch in his temple betraying the sting of rejection.
And in that moment, the entire class understood something: Megan wasn’t afraid of them—not their influence, not their approval, not even their threats.
She had just shaken the very foundation of Orlean High’s power dynamic.
And it wasn’t over yet.
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