Classics//Logan Huntzberger

Chapter 3

We met this week, and now I'm in my room trying on the best dresses I have. I normally just wear sweatpants and a sweater or something baggy, but now I'm getting all ready for him

I had another talk with Paris, her telling me he's not good enough and he just wants my body, and then me ending it by saying it's whatever.

I don't usually wear makeup, but I am today. Or just mascara. It's whatever. I threw on my sneakers. I don't care if it's a party. I don't have heels, and I don't feel like stealing from my mom today.

Me and my mom are totally different. Every time she goes out, she dresses up really nice while I'm just comfortable. While we're at the house, she sleeps while I'm studying or reading.

Ding. My phone. I picked it up and read a text from Logan. "I'm almost there." Okay. Just take a few breaths, and then I won't be so blushy when I see him. What if I'm too dressed for this? That would be embarrassing. Really embarrassing. I wouldn't be able to go at that point.

I texted back, "Okay. I'm almost ready." It said he read it but didn't respond. What if Paris is right? I need to stop thinking negative thoughts. Everything's gonna be fine.

At the party

When I saw Logan in the car he called me pretty, and then when we got to the party, I got ditched. So now I'm right next to people making out on a couch. Lovely.

I've tried looking from Logan, but it's like he left. I stood up from the couch and headed to the upstairs bathroom. Nobody's up here, luckily. I don't wanna be here anymore. Maybe I should make more friends.

I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I could just call Paris. No, she would be pissed at me for "interrupting her study sesh."

I sat against the door and closed my eyes. I could just walk. I think that'd what I'm gonna do. I haven't even drank. I groaned. What is wrong with me?

I stood up. I will drink something that is related to alcohol. I walked out of the bathroom. I walked back downstairs and then ran into someone.

"Shit, I am so sorry." I looked up to see Logan staring down at me and smirking. "I should be the one saying that. I spilled my drink on you."

I looked down at the dress I was wearing. It was wet. Yay.

"Oh. I'll just go clean it up." I started walking back upstairs, and then he grabbed my wrist gently, making me go back down.

"No, let me help you. I insist. I'll let you have what's left of my drink." I thought for a second. I could either go clean it up myself and miss a chance of having a nice moment with this lovely guy that I think I don't have a crush on, or I could let him help and get alcohol as well.

"Okay." We walked upstairs together, hand in hand. Yes. We were holding hands. Fingers interlocked and everything.

He drug me to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. "Get on the counter." I hopped up in the counter. "I'm sorry again. Really didn't see you there. Maybe you shouldn't be so short.

Me short? He's only like 3 or 2 inches taller than me. "Whatever you say." He laughed a bit.

Before I realized it, I was smiling too. He laughed at my joke. And not only that but he's between my legs wiping off my dress while I'm sipping on alcohol.

The alcohol sucked by the way. Did not taste good at first, and then after a while, I think it started to kick in.

"There you go. All clean." He grabbed my waist and gently took me off the counter.

"Uhm, thanks." He nodded. "I think km gonna have one of my friends take me home if you don't mind. I know for sure you aren't sober."

"Okay,   fine. See you at school on Monday?" He looked at me. It almost looked like he had a hopeful look in his eye.

"Yep, see me Monday." And then I walked out of the bathroom.

...

Paris ended up taking me home, but like I guessed, she was pissed. "Not only did you go with Logan, you're a little drunk, and you interrupted my study session." I was exactly right.

"He's not even that bad." He scoffed. Why does she hate him so much? Logan and her go to different schools anyway.

"Yes, he is! He's literally only after you for your body! It's just a fact! He's a damn fuck boy!" Her face was getting red from anger.

"Paris-"

"No! Autumn! When he does break your heart don't come running to me because I will not help you!"

"I was about to say I don't like him! He's not good enough! I'll find someone in college!"

She scoffed but didn't respond. The rest of the car ride was completely silent, but right as I was about to the get out she said, "I love you Autumn, but seriously, I want your first boyfriend to actually treat you right, not use you."

"Thank you Paris. I love you.

"I love you too." And then I got out of the car.