Road Trip

Road Trip: Chapter Two

"Well don't you look lovely today!" Katie chuckled, her hazel eyes raking over my not so white T-shirt. Sending her my best stink eye, I slammed the door to my locker shut, grimacing when I heard the sound of a bottle topple over. That best not be my foundation.

I imagined Katie's very unhelpful comment couldn't only be the consequence of one thing- Logan. After my little antics this morning of trying to steal his chair (which turned out unsuccessfully guys), he regained what he called 'his rightful place', before picking up Molly's fresh glass of OJ, subsequently drowning me in it.

And my mom, my own MOTHER, just simply shook her head, muttering something along the lines of it was my fault for provoking him. The audacity that women has is unbelievable.

"So I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say Logan is responsible for this?" She giggled, linking her arm through mine before dragging me into the throng of students all heading to lunch.

"How'd you guess? And to make it worse, my mom wouldn't even let me change! I've been walking around school all day smelling like the inside of an orange!" I growled, side stepping a guy who was lay on the tiled floor. I would have stopped to give him a look, or maybe even ask if he was okay, but with the amount of stoners in this school I'd say he was just having a bad trip- or a good one, depends on susceptive really.

"I swear, you mom likes Logan way more then she likes you- that reminds me! My sister's throwing some party next weekend, so I was thinking you could bring that sexy beast of a step-brother with you." Katie grinned, shoving open the door to the cafeteria and heading straight for the lunch line.

"For starters Kate, I'd rather gauge my own eyes out then go to a party with Logan. Secondly, I'm going to ignore that you put the bastard in the same sentence as the word sexy. We have discussed this, it only works when its used in context with 'Logan sure has a sexy step-sister'. And thirdly, I've been telling you for months- Mom and Matt have some road trip thing planned. Apparently we're going to see Logan's Mom for the first time like, ever."

Katie sent me dissatisfied look, letting out sigh as she grabbed hold of one of the bright red dinner trays. "I know, but I seriously want you to come! Can't you just cancel? Or like, go for the week, and then tell your Mom you've got glandular fever and then come back for the party!"

Ever since I had told Katie that my parents had planned this trip, she had been coming up with new and imaginative ways to get me out of it. I got it, though, because if she had told me my best friend was going away for basically the entire summer before senior year, I would not be happy.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed one of the lunch trays before accepting a plate of fries from the lunch lady, sending her a smile. "I don't know, Katie. I'll think of something, okay?"

She knew just as well as I did that it was a cold, hard lie, but she accepted it for the sake of not arguing, nodding as we made our way to one of the tables in the back. As we sat down, I couldn't help but notice Molly strut into the cafeteria, her little minions in tow. As I watched her, I couldn't help but feel as though I'd pulled the short straw in my life, if you get me. My sister had only just turned 16, and somehow she was the queen bee of my high school. She was gorgeous of course, and obviously looked nothing like me.

No, Molly Jones stood at an impressive 5'6 (impressive to my 5'2 height, anyway), with long blond locks, perfect white teeth and beautiful clear skin. She had the figure of a Victoria secret model, and I think sometimes that may be the only thing about me that was better then her- I had boobs and a butt. Don't get me wrong, she was a bitch, but for some reason everyone loved her- and I had no idea why. Maybe that's why her and Logan got on so well, he was hands down the most sought after and popular guy in this school, and I'm sure if our parents hadn't gotten married they would have been a very, very successful power couple. However, our parents did get married, and alas Molly Jones and Logan Reed became step siblings. Honestly though, I don't think they minded- in fact, they were pretty close, and always treated each other like siblings. I think that may be one of our biggest struggles as sisters, she just accepted this new family like it was the most natural thing in the world. I'm not saying I disliked Matt and Grace, in fact I love them, and Grace is no different to Molly or Trent, it's just it took me a little longer to settle in, is all.

And then there my best friend. Katie was beautiful, with large hazel eyes and thick red hair. She was one of the nicest, funniest people I've ever met, and again, everyone seemed to love her. She had been dating Nick, a guy we'd known since like birth, for over a year now. She was passing all her classes with flying colours, and her mom had just bought her a car. Just like Molly and Logan, she seemed to have her shit together.

And then there's me. Crazy brown hair, green eyes that are just too big for my head, insanely pale skin, and the height of an elf. I had never had a boyfriend, in fact, I hadn't even had a date since I moved in with Logan. Non of the guys dared to look at me, because apparently they all thought Logan would beat the shit out of them.

As far as I could tell, the only beating they would receive would be him taking the piss for them talking to someone like me. And why would they? Here I was sat, messy brown locks shoved into an even messier bun on top of head, orange stained T-shirt, and shoving fry after fry into my mouth like a beast. I didn't exactly scream 'come and get me boys', now did I?

"Hey B, I think you should-" Katie started, but just as soon as she had started her sentence, she stopped, her eyes wide as she stared at something behind me. I didn't even have time to turn as a tanned, muscular forearm came thrusting behind me, the hand attached to it diving into my fries as the grasped a huge handful before pulling away. Turning round, I sent a glare to Logan, before letting my eyes scan over his friends, Chuck and Liam. They both sent me a smile, which I returned, before I shoved Logan's arm away from me whilst returning to my lunch.

"Wow Beth, that was cold. I'm just a little hungry, no need to be like that" He smirked, shoving my leg that was resting on the bench out the way with his foot before straddling the metal next to me.

Noticing my glare, he continued, "Someone's in a bad mood today. Did something happen before school?" He smirked again, popping another fry into his mouth.

I glared, my fingers tighten around the edge of the table.

"You know what Logan? Just fuck off!" I seethed, shoving myself hastily out of the metal bench before storming out of the cafeteria, ignoring peoples curious stares and Katie's feeble calls. I probably had overreacted- he was just eating some fries. I just couldn't take the smirks and the snarky comments any longer. Sure, I shouldn't have tried to shove him out of this seat this morning at breakfast, but he technically called me fat, and then drenched me in OJ when he knew my mom would insist there was no time to change. He just always has to take it one fucking step too far and I can't put up with it anymore.

"Beth? Fucking hell will you slow down!" His voice came from behind me, his hand wrapping around my upper arm as he pulled me to a stop. However, he seems to always forget I'm a midget in comparison to him, and his yank sent me flying, barely giving me enough time to grab hold of the wall and stable myself.

"What?" I hissed, and he immediately dropped his hand.

"I didn't realise you were PMSing, fuck me," I tried to cut him off, but he raised his finger to silence me, before shoving some blue material into my hand. "I didn't actually come over to steal your lunch, although I'm not complaining with your choice of food." He smirked again. Before I knew it, he was turning the corner and leaving the hallway. Confused, I began to open to material he had chucked at me, my eyebrows shooting up in surprise when I realised what it was.

He'd brought me a shirt.