CHAPTER ONE
PHOENIX
I run into the bathroom, laughing with Logan's phone in my hand. I lock the door, and I can hear him banging on the door.
"Phoenix! Give it back!"
"Never!" I cackle, opening up his messages. He had been talking with Dakota, and you could tell he liked her. I was going to help him out and play Cupid.
I smirk to myself, as I send the text.
"PHOENIX, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"
BLAIRE
I'm in my room watching Sherlock when I hear a loud noise in the other room. I groan, hitting pause on the remote. I walk out of my room, closing the door behind me. I follow the noise to the bathroom.
Logan is standing at the door, pounding his fists on the door. "Phoenix! Open the goddamn door!"
"What in the hell is going on?!" I yell. Logan turns to me. "Blaire; please make her come out. Please? She has my phone!"
I sigh. "Phoenix let me in. It's Blaire."
The locks on the door click open. "Come in, hurry." She whispers. I slip inside, and she shows me the text and I burst out laughing.
"Oh my God, that's perfect." I said. The door opens and Logan stands in the doorway, arms crossed. "Give me my phone." He demands.
I smirk. "Okay."
He looks at Phoenix and smirks. I hand him his phone, with a mischievous grin on my face. "Here, but you have a date in let's see...two hours."
Logan's jaw drops, looking down at his phone, then at me and back again. "What?"
"Better get cooking, Greyson." I said, smiling evilly. Phoenix saunters out of the room cackling.
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Never Letting Go
Roman pour Adolescentsthe sequel to take my hand, a continuation of the 8 teenagers' lives, their problems, and their ups and downs, their laughter and their tears. all reminding others, once someone's there, once someone truly cares, they'll never let go. a story about...
