Chapter 18 (1/2)
here is chapter 18. hope you like it.
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It's early Saturday morning and I am sitting on the front porch waiting for Josh. He had promised that today was the day he was teaching me to drive. I have been sitting on the front steps for about half an hour and my butt is completely frozen. I have to say I am a little happy that Josh decided to teach me since Logan and I never did get to go. I can't say I am sad though. The last car ride was awkward enough to make me feel better for not having to sit in a car with him. The next day when I met Emily at school I sat on her for forcing me to endure that trip. She seemed disappointed that Logan and I had yet to talk to each other again. She has since for the last week been trying to get us in a room alone together, but somehow we always find a way to avoid it. Like last Thursday, she tried to get us all to hang out and then conveniently forgot she promised her mom to go shopping with her. I am starting to regret having such a big mouth.
I sit on the porch and look around when I hear the front door open, knowing it's not Josh I decide to ignore it. Logan walks past me and then turns around with a smirk on his face and says, ”Are you coming?” then throwing me the car keys to his black jeep. I just stare at him. I CANNOT LEARN HOW TO DRIVE WITH LOGAN.
”Where is Josh?” I say trying to hide the worry in my voice and hopping into the front seat of his jeep. This should be interesting.
”Worried Ambs?” He says. It is weird to have him referring to ME again. I just look straight ahead biting my lips deciding not to answer his questions. I look up at Logan asking if I should start with my eyes instead of speaking. He looks at me and flickers his hand toward the open road. I turn on the car and start pulling out.
After driving for about a half an hour with Logan occasionally giving me directions I can't handle the silence anymore. It is making me even more nervous.
”So...why are you teaching me?” I say honestly curious. We haven't spoken in almost a month, then today he calls me Ambs with his smirking face like nothing changed, and the last month was my imagination.
”Josh was busy.”
”No, I mean I knew he was busy or flaking, but he asked you to teach me awhile back and you just ignored him. So why teach me now? You could have just said you where busy?” He doesn't respond at first, but I can feel his gaze on my face. I feel my heartbeat speeding up and my cheeks flushing. I know without looking at him that he is smirking that sexy smirk with his perfect kissable lips.
”Hey, turn left here and then right.” I just follow his directions deciding not to question him. I continue to follow his directions until I am parked in front of his house. I haven't been here in years. It looks the same. A big yellow house with a white picket fence. I smile at memories of this house where I practically was raised by Mrs. Clifton. I look at the tire swing that Josh, Logan, Rebecca, and I used to ride. I stare at it and out of instinct run up to the swing and start riding it. I start laughing and smiling its so much fun. Logan is staring at me will a huge smile on his face. I smile back and continue swinging until I notice Logan is no longer outside. I jump off the swing and run into his house. I look in the kitchen and see it is empty. I walk in the living room and see the same emptiness. So I walk up stairs and stop in front of Logan's door. What to do? What to do? I stand there debating for a few seconds until I decide that I should stop acting like an 11-year-old girl crushing on a boy and just walk in. Wait crushing on a boy?! I am not crushing on Logan. No matter what everyone says.
”Hey.” I say as I walk into Logan's room. It is painted plain white with black bed sheets. The walls are plain with not posters or anything clustering it like people usually have. The room over all looks cluttered because there are boxes everywhere and clothes all around the room. The room smells amazing despite it's being a clustery mess. It smells like Logan, sweet and clean. I stand awkwardly by the door, not sure what to do.
”you can come in and sit if you would like?” Logan says after seeing me standing at the corner. I take a deep breath and sit on the bed.
”Do you need help?” I say after watching Logan pack boxes. I am curious to know why Logan is packing all his stuff, but I figure if he wanted to tell me he would have.
”Umm...yeah can you just start packing my clothes in boxes.” He says handing me boxes and pointing to his closet. I start packing all of his clothes and yes, they do smell good. I see the shirt that Logan had given me the day Chase had tried to rape me and smile. After finishing to pack, all of Logan's clothes just stare at him working. Somewhere in the cleaning and packing process, Logan had taken of his shirt because it was just so hot. His muscular build had slowed me down somewhat because having a hot sweaty guy lifting boxes is just distracting, but I did finish eventually.
”Do you need me to do anything else?” I ask trying not to stare at his perfect chest as I asked him the question, but failing miserably. The only thing I could do was think about how badly I wanted to run my fingers down his chest. Focus Amber. You have a boyfriend. You don't need to run your hands over Logan's, hot, hard chest. Mmm. Okay not working. I just stand there thinking not really focusing on my surroundings so when I feel Logan's hot breathe against my ear I jump.
”Like what you see?” Logan whispers huskily into my ear.
”Uhmm” I say clearing my voice and taking a step away from him.
”Hahaha.” Logan says as he turns to go back to packing. I feel my face flush at being caught starring. ” I am moving. That is why I am packing my stuff.”
”You're moving away. When?” I say with a lump in my throat. Logan turns around to face me.
”No, I am not moving away. I am actually officially moving into your house.”
”Oh. Why?” I say. Gosh this sucks. Having Logan in my house is bad enough. Living with him is just going to suck.
”You don't want me to stay at your house?”
”No, I- ...I- ... I was just wondering?” I say with my cheeks flushing, AGAIN. Logan walks up to me brushing his fingers over my flushed cheeks. I look down and he laughs.
”I am moving because my father is getting re-married and I do not want to be here to witness it.” He says coolly. Despite his nonchalant manner, I can tell he is pissed and sad. I reach over to him and give him a tight hug, which works out better when I feel his muscular body.
”I am really sorry.” I say looking up at Logan's face. He has a loose tear that escapes his eye. I lift my hand to wipe his tear and my hand lingers at his cheek.
”Thanks Ambs.”
”Logan, why weren't you talking to me?” He looks down at me with a pained expression, but then smiles.
”Why weren't you talking to me?”
”You started it so I decided I was not going to talk first.”
”You always were competitive.” He says with a laugh. I smile and think about how his hot hands around my waist makes my whole body tingle. It feels like ever cell in my body is on a sugar rush.
”I am not.”
”Yes, you are. You always have to outdo people.”
”No I don't.”
”Straight A's missy.”
”You get straight A's too.”
”Yeah but I do it for college.”
”What if I do too?”
”You don't. You are going to be an artist and travel all through Europe and learn on the streets like all great artists.” I just smile in defeat knowing I will be unable to win.
”Right. All by myself in Europe? That sounds like fun.” I say with sarcasm.
”You would be surrounded by people and I would come with you. We could sleep by the Eifel Tower, see the Sistine Chapel, go fishing in Greece, and drink beer in Ireland.” Well that does sound like fun. Me and Logan together falling asleep under the stars of Paris. Ahh. New Goal in Life. OFFICIALLY. Okay not really, because my parents would kill me and never agree to it, but still. Ahh.
”And how do you purpose we pay for this European Adventure?”
”We can back pack through Europe. All we need is a one way plane ticket.”
”Yeah, Okay. On what planet would my parents agree to let me just travel to Europe with no destination or time frame of return?”
”You don't have to listen to your parents Ambs. You're sixteen, who cares what they say? You should be having fun. ” Logan says with a half serious face and a half amused face.
”I can't just not listen to them. There my parents. And I do have fun.” Okay so I don't really have FUN. I have fun, like parentally approved not sleeping until three in the morning fun, but who cares?
”You can ignore them. Rebecca and Josh do. And you don't have real fun. You have parentally approved fun, which by the way is lame considering your parents are not even home half the time.” I just stare at the ground trying to avoid his big blue eyes. He sigh letting his hands that had been on my hips fall like he is disappointed in me. ”Let's start moving these boxes to the car.” I just follow behind him carrying the boxes. After carrying 10 boxes downstairs and into the car I am sweating. Ahh. Why did girls have to have boobs? Why can't we be like boys and just walk around shirtless?
When we finally finish putting all the boxes into the car Logan takes me to the kitchen and we grab a cold drink.
”So you're really moving out of this house?” I say with a sad voice. I am going to miss this place. Okay so maybe I haven't been here in a few years but still is seems sad to know that this is not Logan's house anymore.
”Why so sad?” He says walking up to me and trying to remove the sad lines that formed on my forehead.
”I love this house. It's so homey.”
”I don't think so.”
”It's like my entire childhood. ”
”Yeah.” Logan says looking at the house and then walking toward the front door with me following. When we reach the door of the car, we both take on last glance at the tire swing. I sigh and hop into the front seat.
”Are we going home?” I say as I pull out of his street.
”Yup.”
”Who is your dad marrying?”
”The dumb crap he cheated on my mom with.” He says angrily.
”Oh.” Is all I can say. His dad is a butthead. He comes back when Miss Clifton has cancer and says he loves her. She dies and he's back with the whore.
”Yeah. Apparently she loves the backyard and wants to get married in the house.”
”How long has the wedding plans been going on for?”
”About a month, the day I was your 'boyfriend' to be exact.” Logan says with a small smirk on his face at the end of the statement. Special Brownies. I just nod starting to understand why Logan has been so crabby for the last month. The guilt is going to eat me alive. I was such a biotch. I totally stopped talking to him and he was so sad. ”She is expecting a baby too.”
”Wow. Your dad is an BUTT.” Logan looks up at me and starts laughing.
”Hahaha...wow. Did you just call a parental unit an butt?” He says with fake shock on his smug little face.
”Shut up.” I say sticking my tongue out at him.
When we reach home, Josh is still not home. Me and Logan spend the day in his room, which is the guest bedroom across from my room. I help him unpack all his boxes laughing at random things he owns like a rubber chicken and a huge ball of rubber bands. I don't even know why he owns half this stuff. I grab the rubber chicken and throw it at him hitting him lightly on the face. He runs up to me, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder. I hit him hardly on his back. ”Put me down.”
”Okay.” He says throwing me on the ground and straddling me. He then proceeds to tickle my sides.
”Logan... STOP!!!” I yell laughing and begging. ”Please.”
”No say sorry first.”
”NEVER.”
”Fine you asked for it.” He says with an evil smirk. He starts tickling my bare skin right above my shorts and by my belly button piercing. His fingers run across my navel piercing. It doesn't tickle much but makes my stomach do flips and my cheeks redden. He leans down a little so he is pressing himself against me.
”L- Logan...Logan.” I say again not sure, if I am speaking to stop him or because I want him to continue.
”Ehm.” We hear and I see Adam standing in the doorway of the room. Crap. He looks pissed, which is the understatement of the century. Although looking at this from where he is standing it probably looks bad. I am on the ground with my shirt riding up revealing my black lacy bra, Logan is on top without a shirt on with his hands right by my pants, and I am screaming his name. I look back at Logan and he has a smirk on his face. He runs his hands down my bare legs like he is using me to support him while he is getting up. I feel my face redden and my legs tingle. I scramble to my feet fixing my shirt and flushing furiously. ”I rang the door bell but no one answered. So I just came in cause the door was unlocked. Am I interrupting something?”
”Why yes, yes you are.” Logan says before I can open my mouth to say no. He is undeniably smirking his sexy smirk and clearly enjoying Adam's angry expression. I start to walk over to Adam.
”No you're not interrupting us. I was just helping Logan unpack.” I say while glaring at Logan. He is such a jerk. He smirk just become more pronounced, which makes him look hot. Stupid cocky bastard.
”Oh well I was just going to ask if you wanted to go down to the beach and have lunch but since your busy never mind.”
”Oh no I will come. ” I say to him. ”You don't need me to help unpack the rest do you?” I say turning to Logan with pleading eyes.
”Yeah, don't worry about it Ambs. I got it.” He says deliberately walking up to me and giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek. I blush of course making him chuckle. I take Adam's hand and pull him out of the room before Logan does anything else.
” SO Logan is moving in across the hall from you?” Adam asks calmly but I can tell there a hint of accusation in the question.
”Yeah.” I say with indifference.
”Why didn't you mention it earlier?”
”Because I just found out today when we went to grab his stuff.”
”Oh really?” Adam says again with the accusing voice. I don't not like what he is suggesting with that voice.
”Yes really!”
”Okay.” He says but I can tell he doesn't believe me.
”So where are we going for Lunch? I am starving. Logan didn't feed me.” I say regretting the Logan part as he makes that face.
”Actually I just remembered I promise Shari I would take her out.” He says basically blowing me off.