Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 48

"You know, I think that was good." Logan smiles, pulling his t-shirt up and over his head and discarding it somewhere in the mess of clothes that seems to have recently overtaken our bedroom floor.

I nod, crawling under the covers and snuggling myself in. "It was. I don't know, it's good to be around everybody." I smile softly, his jeans being replaced with a pair of low-rise plaid ones.

He climbs in next to me, staring at the ceiling. "Yeah, you're right. We should do that more often. Soon we will all be at college, you know?"

I nod, "How is that going to work? I'm only a junior. And you're a senior. You go to college while I stay here? How was that supposed to work out?" I ask frantically, the ultimate possibility of breaking up looming over me head.

Never in a billion years would the idea of leaving him even pop into my brain. It's funny, actually, to try to imagine a life without him.

He was that type of person where, even if you weren't married to him, he had some sort of impact on your life.

I used to think it was bad; his whole bad-boy persona had a 10 mile radius to anyone with eyes. But it wasn't. He radiated confidence and integrity; two admirable qualities.

October 11th, freshman year;

"This cannot be happening." I breathe, the smell of fresh paint lingering on the tip of my nose.

After starting high school, I'd enrolled myself in every club possible, including; welcoming committy.

Every six months, guests from the state and surrounding districts would come to our school for our annual "Job Fair".

In reality, it was a way for adults and co-workers to get together and brag about how great Middletown High was doing in comparison to the surrounding districts.

This day, was today: the 11th of October.

And it just so happened that on the morning of October 11th, someone elegitaly spray painted the lockers with a beautiful, "Suck my dick, Middletown".

The writing was surprisingly well scripted, and there was a letter on each locker, all down the main hallway; with the other schools scheduled to arrive in approximately five minutes.

"No, no, no." I whisper, desperately trying to wipe the paint off, but it wasn't working; nothing was working.

The rest of the committee wasn't with me, as they were setting up the welcoming ceremony in the auditorium. This, it seemed, was my problem to fix.

"It's spraypaint. It will take some serious elbow grease." A cocky voice said from behind me, my body instantly turning to face him.

"And how would you know that?" I question accusingly, crossing my arms with a boldness I didn't know I had, staring into the eyes of the one and only - you guessed it - Logan Chambers.