Logan: A Brother's Possessive Best Friend Story

Chapter 2: The Frat Party

When I entered the party, my heart was already pounding. For one thing, I had told my parents that I was going to be at my friend Hannah's house that night, studying. Even though it was a Saturday night and there was no school the next day, I still had a 10:00 pm curfew at my house.

 The only way I could stay up later was if I told them I was at Hannah's, because they'd known her mom from church since we were babies and so they trusted her.

I had already asked Hannah to cover for me if my mom called, and she'd happily agreed. After all, Hannah had asked me to do the same for her many times, ever since she and her boyfriend, Andre, had decided to go all the way at junior prom the year before. So I knew Hannah had my back. 

And it wasn't a complete lie. I mean, I was planning on crawling into her window late that night and crashing on her trundle bed. Just, you know, not until much later.

Still, I was very nervous taking the mid-city bus over to the college by myself. It was a half-hour-long ride to the college, and I had never taken it alone at night before. I swear, I almost pulled the cord on the bus after two stops and asked the driver to let me out. My brother had texted me earlier that he was excited I was coming, but I wondered if he would be disappointed if I wrote back and said I couldn't make it.

And yet, just as my hand was reaching for the cord, I imagined Logan's cat-like hazel eyes, and the way they had looked that day when his hands ran over my body. And then I just couldn't do it. I put my hand back down and straightened my skirt.

I didn't have any sexy clothes. I swear, 90% of my closet was just different versions of the school uniform. So finally, I took an old uniform plaid skirt and used the kitchen scissors to cut it into a mini skirt. Then I cut one of the collared light-blue Polo shirts across the middle to make it a crop top.

Still, I was nervous that I just looked, well, all wrong for a college party. I glanced in my compact mirror before getting off the bus, making sure my light green eyes had an even layer of eyeliner, and biting down on my lips so they would swell and look fuller. My dad always told me I was as pretty as my mom had been in high school, and she was always compared to an actress named Brooke Shields when she was younger. I had immediately googled her the first time my dad said this, and I had to say, the older I got, the more I could see the resemblance. Most people said that was a good thing. I just hoped Logan was one of those people.

At the last minute before getting off the bus, I unbuttoned the shirt as far as it would go, showing off as much of my new boobs as possible without getting arrested.

I was going to make Logan Devoni notice me tonight, no matter how I had to do it.

But now that I was actually at the party, which was at a two-story old house on the college campus that had been turned into the frat house, I felt like I had made a huge mistake. I immediately saw a group of college girls staring at my outfit, and one glance down at my body revealed the reason why. I was going for an early Britney Spears look with the schoolgirl uniform, but I think I missed the mark. I just looked like I had been mauled by a wild bear.

All the girls there looked amazing, of course. They were all taller than me, and some were even wearing heels. They were also wearing very short skirts (that they apparently didn't need to cut with kitchen scissors) and mini dresses that looked like they must have cost a fortune. Some girls were wearing cut-off jeans shorts and tank tops.

A boy in a college baseball cap turned and stared at me, his beautiful girlfriend hanging off his arm. He started to giggle, and his girlfriend slapped him on the arm, as if scolding him for making fun of someone as ridiculous looking as I was.

I could feel tears starting to form behind my eyes as I frantically looked around for my brother.

"Are you lost, honey?" asked the girl who had been hanging on her boyfriend's arm. She was a tall, very pretty, Black girl with long braids raining down her back, and her outfit looked like it must be designer. She would have been taller than me anyhow, but in her heels, she towered over me, making me feel like a child who had gotten lost at the zoo.