Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 56

"How did it go last night?" I ask Logan, my fingers trailing their way across his torso, my head laying comfortably on his hardened chest.

He sighs, his fingers running soothingly through my hair. "He's an ass, Katherine."

I knew something isn't oh so perfect if he's using my full name; a word only used for situations involving something serious.

He didn't elaborate, and I know better then to push him. Logan always tells me these things, but only when he's ready. It's horrible annoying to say the least, but I can understand. That boy is under a lot of stress.

"Is there anything I can do?" I ask sweetly, bunching up the end of his shirt in my fingers, swallowing in his scent.

He laughs, his torso shaking. "I can think of plenty of things you could do." His voice is intentionally deep and playful, causing me to laugh.

"Get your head out of the gutter, Chambers. We have school in like 15 minutes." I smack him lightly on the chest before rolling out of bed and towards my closet. Deciding to shower once I got home, I throw on a sundress and my Jean jacket, along with a pair of my trusty converse.

I quickly throw my hair into a messy bun, a few curls framing my face almost nicely.

Logan still hasn't gotten out of bed.

"Logan, I'm leaving in like 5 minutes whether you're there or not." I tell him, my words not really holding any sort of authority.

"Yes ma'am" he mocks, throwing on a shirt and some skinny jeans.

I go into the bathroom, washing my face and applying some mascara and eyeliner; not having enough time to get dolled up.

I grab my toothbrush, beginning to brush my teeth once Logan walks in. He's humming absentmindrdly, running his hand through his hair just once, and it's perfect.

The way he's so carefree without even meaning to be is absolutely heartwarming. I'm jealous really, at how nonchalant he is able to take on serious situations.

"I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name." I hear Logan sing and I spit out my toothpaste all over the sink, erupting into a hazardous fit of giggles.

Logan, seeming to realize that his humming had become words, turned a slight tinge of red.

"T-taylor Swift, Lo? Very manly!" I laugh, finding it actually extremely adorable that he had the catchy pop song stuck in his head.

"If you tell someone, I will ruin you." He threatens, a threat that would make a lot of people run for the hills, but I see right through him.

"Ruin me? Who will make you dinner if you ruin me?" I tease, and cracks a smile.

"Touché"

I smile at him, walking out of the bathroom, down the stairs, grabbing a banana before I walk out the door with Logan hot on my tail.

"Ready, baby?" He asks me, hiking himself up into the drivers seat.

I climb up into the passenger seat, kissing him soundlessly on the lips, catching him off guard. He groans, opening his mouth to me and kissing me with an excess of emotions grand enough to knock someone off their feet.

"I'll take that as a yes, then." He laughs, although his eyes don't lack the intensity they held from the kiss. His look is smoldering, almost burning me to the point of unconciousness.

I can't help myself.

I lean over, and kiss him again.

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