Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 49

"Are you sure you have everything?" I ask him for the 8th -- and final -- time, skimming me eyes over the two duffel bags lying by my feet.

Logan rolls his eyes at me, "For the love of god Kat, yes." He smiles at me, laughing under his breathe as he throws the bags into the back of his truck, his arms flexing in a way that would make any girl woo.

The boys, Alice and I were all going on a good, ol' fashioned camping trip. All of their "wives" were newly pregnant and they basically want to cram as much fun as possible into their life before their premature fatherhood.

Logan and I on the otherhand, we hadn't had much luck. And it's not due to lack of effort, that much is for sure.

It was tiring, disappointing and completely unfufilling; trying to do something your body just isn't made for anymore. But I was going to give Logan -- and myself -- a baby, if it was the last thing I did.

"Boys and girls, let's get our camping on!" Rib smiles, all of us piling into the truck; Logan and I in the front, Alice and Mason in the back, and Rib and Ant in the truck bed, rolling around with six duffel bags.

Logan starts the engine and I squeeze his thigh in excitement; we were leaving tonight, Friday, and wanted to be back for school on Monday, leaving at least a full two days.

He turns on the radio; a light, alternative rock station with a familiar song we can all lightly sing to.

That is, until the chorus; where six full grown teenagers are belting out the words.
Logan takes a turn out of our community, and onto the main road, one hand on the wheel. The other is squeezing my own, drawing comforting little circles with his thumb.

"I'm so excited!" I scream over the radio, expressing the absolute truth. With all of the craziness lately, it damn well felt good to be going somewhere just for the hell of it.

And it also helped that I was in a fantastic mood.

My confession of excitement earns me a round of laughs from everyone.

"So, what's there to do at this all-famous campground, Ranger Logan?" I tease, my eyes focusing on the off-roading we seem to be doing; heading down less known, less paved, roads.

He smirks at me, "Well ma'am, we have fishing, hiking, swimming, and there's this cool rock you can jump off of." He finishes with a wink, his park ranger voice is almost perfection.

"Is this how you two flirt?" Alice asks with a confused laugh, causing Logan and I to burst into a fit of chuckling.

"How much longer!?" I hear someone -- Rib -- yell from the back of the truck, his voice whining through my eardrum causing me to scowl.

Logan sighs, "We come here every summer, dimwit. It's 45 minutes exactly. Fucking idiot." Logan answers, mumbling the last part under his breathe. He looks over at me, and I send him a look of sympathy.

Rib was, something different, to say the least. He was was too cocky, way too sexual, and an overall ridiculous human being. But he was good friends with Logan, and Logan Chambers doesn't hang out with just anybody.

He sort of grew on you, almost like an annoying little fungus; similar to a mushroom, really.

"I'm excited to go swimming." Alice says, her eyes full of glee and joy, similar to my own.

"I know, hopefully the it stays warm!" I say back, rolling down my window and welcoming the summer heat. It wasn't hot, but it was warm enough for some idiot teenagers to think it was okay to swim.