Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 50

"This is so exciting, so exciting!" I sing, skipping in circles around the tent, nearly tripping over the feet, multiple times.

"Take it easy there, dancing queen." Logan laughs along with me, dropping our bags onto the floor.

I'd never been camping before. It seemed like a right of passage for all young people, but it wasn't for me. And to say I was excited was a complete and utter understatement.

I'd always wanted my father to take me camping sometime, father daughter bonding and all, but that never came. Work was busy. And he was busy doing other things, apparently too.

I shake my head, taking in the cool air and the way the trees shake in the wind; in a perfectly false rhythm.

"Are you guys all set?" Mason asks me, looking me straight in the eye. He'd changed from his usual button down into a t-shirt, something I'd never seen on Mr. Poised before.

"Yeah, I think we're good." I say, smiling. Logan nods, gesturing to our tent.

"Look at this beauty..." He trails off, praising himself for not even having to look at the manual.

That boy.

Mason sighed, both of us smirking at the way Logan loved to talk himself up.

"Rib, Ant and Alice are down by the water if you'd like to join them. I'm going to head down, save Ant from the dreadful third-wheeling he's probably doing." Mason shivers, and only then do I notice that he's in a pair of swim shorts.

"Sounds great! Just let me get changed. I'll be right down!" I smile, more cheery then I've felt in years.

"See you soon" He nods, before jogging off towards the beach.

We found a secluded camping spot, so privacy wasn't an issue. It was the six of us, all alone. And the beach was hardly a walk down the dirt, barely a few hundred feet.

"I'm excited to go swimming." I tell Logan with a squeal, crawling into the tent to get my bathing suit. He follows in behind me, zipping it behind him.

"You don't have to zip it, no one is here to see anything." I laugh at our isolation.

"I'm not taking any chances again. Not after earlier." He grumbles, not meeting my gaze.

"Logan." I say, waiting for him to look at me.

He doesn't.

"Look at me." I demand, and see him lift his head reluctantly, his eyes tinged with remnants of fury.

"Yes?" He growls, clearly not liking the loss of authority.

"Are you mad that Rib, of all people, saw my underwear?" I ask, a light laugh of disbelief in my voice.

"Mad doesn't begin to cover it." He mumbles, clenching his fists and looking away.

He was like a little kid; getting so worked up, so quickly. And it was so obvious too. The way his hands would clench at his sides and his eyes would flash and vibrant green; almost like the hulk.

"Logan it's fine. We were just-"

"About to have sex in the back of my pick-up truck?" He finishes, the smallest glimpse of a smirk flitting across his lips. "I know. And it was careless. I shouldn't put you in that situation-"

"What situation?" I actually laugh.

"To be seen." He growls, again not meeting my gaze but unzipping his bag angrily.

"You stopped the car, Lo. You pulled me back there. You didn't seem to mind it." I clarify, turning my head to try to get him to look at me, just fucking look at me.