Road Trip

Road Trip: Chapter Four

Scratching my nose, I let my eyes twitch open, squinting as the last traces of sunlight clawed at my eyes. Turning my head slightly, I let my eyes fall on Logan, his hair messy and sticking up in different directions.

" What time is it?" I croaked, repositioning myself on the leather seats. Only then did I realise that Logan's infamous leather jacket had been sprawled on my torso.

"Just a little after eight, I think." He replied nonchalantly, reaching over to the stereo to turn the music down slightly.

Nodding my head, I turned back to look out the window, letting out a quiet yawn as the car zipped past field after field. If you weren't concentrating, it just looked like one big, green splotch.

"Can I ask you a question, Beth?" Logan murmured, his deep voice breaking through the quiet hum of the engine and the music.

"Yeah," I replied, turning my head to face him again.

"Are you- are you still a virgin?"

His voice sounded strained as he rushed out his words. Me, however? I just turned bright red and clamped my mouth shut.

With a jerk to the neck, I forced myself to sit up straight and stare out the windscreen, making sure not to look at him in anyway. This defiantly wasn't a conversation I wanted to have with Logan.

I thought about putting up a fight with him, telling him to go away or asking why he wanted to know why in the first place. Hell, I even pondered about asking him, just to see how uncomfortable he would get with the taste of his own medicine.

But I was tired, hungry, and now that I think about it- still in desperate need of the lavatory. So maybe it wasn't the best time to argue with the bastard.

"Nah, not anymore." I muttered, moving the leather jacket a little so I could fiddle with a piece of stray material on the sleeve.

The car sped up slightly, making me finally look at him.

"Who? When?" He asked, letting his blue eyes flicker over my face.

"Last year. Me and Katie were at Jimmy Sandal's party, and some guy from the other side of town was there with a few friends. He was called Mikey. We saw each other for a few weeks, before he found out I was living with you he called it off." I muttered the last part bitterly.

It wasn't that I was like in love with him or anything, it's just that no guys from our school even looked at me; maybe because I was in some sort of weird family with Logan, or maybe it was because I was just ugly. Either way, until Mikey I hadn't been kissed since, well, my first ever kiss. I guess I liked him- I liked him enough to sleep with him.

"Good. As it should be."

Raising my eyebrow, I kept my eyes trained to the oncoming road.

Good?

As it should be?

As it should be because I'm ugly or something?

Before I had time to ask, Logan was pulling down a dirt road, flashing his lights to my mom and Matt behind us, making them follow our lead.

"Logan, where are we going?" I asked, slightly panicked. Was he going to finally kill me and chop up my body parts?

"Calm down, doll. Dad wants us to check in to the motel just up the road. He's scared that one of us will get too tired and have an accident." He reassured. As he said it, a bright red light highlighting a motel sign came into view.

At least he wasn't going to murder me. Yet.

Pulling the car into an empty parking space, I pushed myself out of the car, thrusting Logan's jacket on his lap on my way out.