Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 61

"Kat, could you maybe do the damn dishes, like, just once baby?" Logan teases, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind as I stand in front of the kitchen sink, my attention intently focused on finding the perfect music to play while I did said dishes.

It was a dreadful task, might as well make it enjoyable.

"Hey, remember when you left me alone for two months?" I murmur, so he knows I'm teasing, meeting his gaze with a playful look of my own.

"Hey, how long are you gonna hold that against me?" He smiles, kissing the side of my neck lightly, his head bent down.

"Until I feel like it." I retort with playful anger, deciding on a song; an upbeat tempo and conveniently flirtatious lyrics.

I push Logan off of me, intent on actually doing the dishes. After them, it's just homework and then I'm done for the night.

It seems pety, really, doing homework after all of the heartbreak I endured. Heartbreak and trauma and terror, all things I didn't think I'd be experiencing for years, or ever, really.

But everything had happened so suddenly, so quickly and fast that I couldn't even find the time to stop worrying about everything else. Doing homework, doing dishes, it took me out of this crazy world I lived in.

Because despite all of the insane amounts of crazy town I'd driven into as of late, I was just a girl. A normal, 100% average girl, who just happened to be paired with one of the most attractive male specimens on the planet.

I pick up the sponge, doing my best to rid the plates of their residue, damn Ant still doesn't know how to rinse off a plate.

"Hey, are the guys coming over today?" I ask Logan as he sits at the table, watching me intently.

"No." He says, then reconsiders, "Well maybe Rib. And Ant. Oh and Alice."

"So, everyone but Mason?" I say, a hint of frustration in my voice.

"Why, miss him?" He says with all seriousness, the playfulness his eyes once held: gone.

I throw the sponge into the sink, turning off the water and turning around with my hands on my hips, "As a matter of fact, I do. Mason was-is, Mason is my friend and he is yours too."

Logan shakes his head, "He stopped being my friend the second he put a hand on you."

"Need I remind you that I was the one who put a hand on him?" I say bravely.

He tenses, his jaw crooked into his face so handsomely. "No, you don't need to remind me. Can we stop talking about this? He's not coming over again. We're done."

I laugh, "Logan, Mason is your best friend. He has been there for you, through all of the crazy shit that you've out him through. He would do anything for you Logan, and you're a fool to forget that."

He groans, standing up with his fists clenched, "You're not understanding that he willingly put hands on what's mine and that's not something I can get over."

I scoff, "What's yours? I am me. I am Katherine. And I, Katherine, my own person, kissed him. And he, Mason, kissed me back. And you, Logan, had been gone for months." I cry, angrily.

"For the love of fuck would you stop throwing that in my damn face?" He screams, wiping the table clean with a swipe of his hand, causing the glass to fall to the floor intentionally; shattering.

"Stop giving me a reason to!" I spit, walking forward and pushing him out of my way. "Clean up your fucking mess Logan. And not just this one." I say, pointing to the shattered glass on the floor. "Stop leaving everyone else to do it for you. Stop thinking you're some untouchable prince because you're not. Mason was there for me when you weren't. Get that through your head. It means nothing now. I don't know how else to tell you that, and frankly, I'm tired of it." I say, tears spilling from the corner of my eyes as I walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs.