Big Brother

Chapter Four: Reality Check.

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✓°Chapter Four: Reality Check.

Raine's POV.

One hour. School has been over for one hour and Malakai is nowhere in sight.

I would have been scared out of my wits if Logan hadn't insisted on waiting together with me until he showed up. But even so, I was restless.

"I could've just driven you home y'know, instead of waiting in the cold," Logan repeated for the umpteenth time and I sighed softly, hugging my bag to my chest as I rested my back on the bench.

"I know. I just...he said he'd be here." I said.

Logan looked at me and rolled his eyes before looking back straight ahead and clenching his jaw.

"Well, he's not." He muttered.

I shook my head and rested my chin on the bag beneath me. It was getting dark, the sun was yolky and I would've admired it in any other situation.

But right now, I felt like it was mocking me.

I huffed quietly and gripped my bag tighter. First, he orders me around and tells me he'll pick me up and now he's an hour late!

Did he forget about me?

I huffed, louder this time before standing up abruptly making Logan snap his head up.

"Let's go," I said blankly, strapping my backpack on both shoulders. "Darn what he says," I muttered angrily before stomping my way to Logan's red truck.

How dare he, make me wait for an hour and doesn't show up. It was a good hour that I could've used cuddling up under my covers with a ton of junk foods and a marathon of Darryl Mares' videos on YouTube.

I yanked the door to the passenger side open and hopped inside.

Logan made sure he took his time before walking up to the driver's side and taking the space up before starting the engine.

We drove in silence, except for the crappy song playing on the radio. I was quiet because I was frustrated with Malakai but Logan looked plain pissed off. I could tell from the way his fingers flexed constantly around the wheel.

We weren't even taking turns to my house which gave me the idea that we were going to his. But I didn't mind at all.

Logan was an only child, until his parents adopted his baby sister, Madison, last year. She's seven years old and a major cookie freak.

I almost rolled my eyes when I saw Logan's house. Of course, I didn't mind going to his house but that doesn't mean he can just drive me up here like we're in a sappy romance novel.

Not that I could voice out my thoughts to him. I immediately hopped out of the car as soon as it parked and waited until he walked past me and opened the door before getting in.

I took off my shoes once we got in but Logan went straight ahead and marched in with his. He doesn't normally do that, only in times like this, when he wants to prove that he's some kind of badass.

He walked straight to the kitchen while I lingered in the living room before taking a seat on one of their very comfortable sofas.

Logan came out of the kitchen with a plate of cookies and a glass of orange juice, he handed them to me silently and waited for me to take them.

I looked down at his black sneakers that were on the carpet before looking back up at him.

"Could you at least take off your shoes? It has nothing to do with your period." I said to him before taking the items from his hand and placing them on a coffee table that was beside me.