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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Logan let out an exasperated breath as his dark eyes scanned the various cleaners and bottles placed neatly underneath his bathroom sink. There were a few bottles of bleach and windex, but no cleanser. He stood back up, closing the cabinets and shutting off the light inside as he left the room.
He made his way down the hallway towards Wheezie and Sarah's bathroom, opening the door as he reached it. His eyes went round at the sight of Wheezie and Sarah both inside, leaning over the toilet. Without another thought, his hand flew up to his eyes.
"I didn't see anything. I didn't—" Logan turned around, attempting to walk out, but his arm was quickly being yanked back inside. "What the he—"
"You can open your eyes, dumbass." Wheezie voiced, either hand still gripping the edge of the toilet seat.
Logan lowered his palm, his gaze narrowing as a result. "Are you–Are you drunk?"
"Never mix vodka with crystal li—"
Her head dipped back down to the toilet, vomit spewing from her lips. Sarah quickly held her hair back, a contorted expression on both hers and Logan's faces.
"What did you do to her?" He exclaimed, gesturing to his little sister.
"Nothing." Sarah responded, glancing at him. "This was all her."
Logan raised his brow. "Oh, 'cause Wheezie brought her own vodka to the beach?"
"Well, no, but—"
He just sighed, bringing a hand to the bridge of his nose. "Just—drink some water, Wheez. And don't let dad see you. It'll only piss him off."
"Sure thing." She exhaled, clutching the base of her stomach.
Sarah turned to him, letting go of Wheezie's hair in the process. "I don't know what your plans are, but she's cool to cover for me tonight."
"As long as you don't tell dad." Wheezie reminded her.
"So you're going to Colter's party then?" Logan asked, keeping his gaze on Sarah.
"Yeah. Are you?"
Logan hesitated, biting the inside of his cheek. If he went, he would have to sneak out. There was no way Ward would want him at a party with drugs and alcohol— especially since Rafe mostly used his allowance on the preliminary choice. And it wasn't that he was opposed to sneaking out; he just knew if he was caught, his dad would be more than disappointed in him. That thought alone sent a sliver of anxiety down his throat.
"Maybe. I haven't decided yet."
"Okay." Sarah nodded her head and stood. "Loge's right, Wheezie. Drink something—" She turned back around to face her sister, a hand still resting on the handle. "And stay away from crystal light. Please."
