𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

14

Summer's ootd^

MY FINGERS TYPE fast, the clicking sound they create being the only sound upon the room along with the matching sound of Logan's fingers typing at his own laptop.

"Andddd, done!" I say clicking a last button and dropping back on my chair sighing in relief that this project is finally over.

I transfer my work on my cute little pineapple USB and hand it to Logan. "Everything is in there. Do your part and we have to present it on Monday."

"Will do."

"Yeah, so I'll be going."

"Cool," he dismisses me shortly.

I grab my stuff and exit his bedroom. I swift down the wooden stairs and head outside where my mom is waiting for me in her car.

I push my hair out of my face and jump in the vehicle placing my bag on top of my thighs.

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I hold the speaker close to my mouth as I lie on my stomach swinging my legs. A cherry lollipop between my lips as I speak.

"What do you mean you can't drive me there?" I groan frustrated.

Jenny sighs, "Come on, S. We're already here and I asked Logan if he could drive you and he said yes. He'll be at your house any second actuall-"

"What?! There's no way I'm getting there with Logan out of all people." I interrupt her.

"Think about it," she says and hangs up the phone and I sigh dramatically. I may not be a prom queen but I'm definitely a drama queen. As I should really.

Everything I do is an as I should moment. You know, cause I'm perfect.

I jump off my bed and stroll down the stairs quickly before I change my mind. I slip on my red Jordans and spit the plastic stick of the lollipop that I've now eaten in the kitchen bin under the sink.

I grab my cute keychain of the living room table and lock the front door behind me after I head outside. I turn away from the door and...

What the fuck.

Logan is indeed waiting for me. On a motorcycle.

He acknowledges me with a small nod.

"I am not going anywhere on that thing." I fold my arms in front of my chest in defense.

He removes his helmet freeing his fluffy locks that the wind takes away. "Would rather walk, princess?" His hazel eyes bore onto mine as he smirks.

It's dark already and the distance is quite long. Fuck it, we only live once. I roll my eyes and walk over to the black motorcycle. I hop on hesitantly behind Logan and grip on the leather seat.

He turns his head to look at me and hands me his helmet. "Aren't you going to wear one?"

"I don't have another one with me so no."

"Why'd you give me yours then?" I ask genuinely curious.

He turns his back on me, "Just wear the damn helmet, Jones."

I obey and put on the helmet. I hold on to the leather seat again, anxious to start the ride but Logan takes my hands and wraps them around his waist. I can feel his defined abs under the thin material of his t-shirt and my stomach does a small turn.