She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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"Okay. Let's set some ground rules." Logan began, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of his sister's car.
Sarah slammed her door shut with a sigh. "I'm already regretting bringing you."
"Okay. First, you can't make out with Topper or kiss him when I'm around. Just act like you aren't together." Logan paused, taking in Sarah's squinted eyes. "Things are weird now since you started dating him. I don't like it." He shuddered as the two of them stepped onto the sand of the boneyard. "Second...I—No, yeah. That's it. Those are all of my rules."
"Yeah?" She voiced, glancing at him.
"Yeah."
Sarah simply smirked, catching sight of Topper a few feet away. She took the remaining steps to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and caught his lips in a kiss. Logan's face contorted, a wave of nausea washing over him.
As the two teenagers pulled away from each other, Topper turned to him. "Hey, man. What's up?"
"Good." Logan answered, turning away and walking farther down the beach. He exhaled, passing various crowds of drunken teenagers and wishing that his sister hadn't started dating one of his best friends. It had made everything weird between them and now he could only tolerate being around him without Sarah— which was a rarity.
He reached a few of his other friends, a red plastic cup instantly being shoved into his hand. He gladly took it, gulping the liquid down. Logan didn't really drink all that often, but when he did, he got drunk. And truthfully, he wanted the distraction. Plus, his dad had never taught him to do things half-way and this was no excuse.
Besides, teenagers are supposed to have a little bit of fun, aren't they?
That's exactly what Kori was doing as she and Kiara downed their second, third...no, fourth beer. Honestly, who was counting at this point? She sure wasn't and neither was Kie.
"So," Kori voiced, glancing at her best friend with a smirk.
"Oh hell. What are you about to ask me?" Kie replied, meeting her gaze as the two sat on a withered, old trunk of a tree. The sun was quickly setting, casting a golden glow over the boneyard. Kooks and Pogues littered the beach, none of them intermingling.
Kori dipped her head down coyly. "Why are you always scared of what I'm gonna say?"
Kiara's brow raised. "Are you serious, girl? You have two defaults; impulsive and spontaneous."
"That's the same thing." She pointed out.
"Exactly." Kie emphasized, both of them falling into a fit of tipsy laughter.
"Anyhow," Kori continued, catching her breath long enough to ask her question. "Are you excited for Midsummers?"
Kiara instantly rolled her eyes. "Obviously. I love dressing up as a privileged teenage girl surrounded by rich assholes." She mused in a higher tone.
