“Wake up, Faye,” someone whispers from far away. I mutter something and turn on my side. I’m not waking up. Ever!
“Faye!” the insistent voice murmurs, shaking me a little.
“Go away!” I beg, pulling the covers over me.
“Faye Malcolm! Wake up! You’ll be late for school!”
School?
“I’m not going,” I groan tiredly.
“Like hell you aren’t,” the voice mutters. I wait a couple of seconds and when there isn’t any sound anymore, I grin smugly. I roll back onto my side and sigh contentedly. Such a comfortable bed. I feel like somebody smashed a bowling ball against my skull, but at least the bed is comfortable.
The next thing I know, icy water is splashed into my face and I jump up, screaming in shock. The water trails down and wets my blouse and shorts, making me shiver.
“What the hell?!” I demand angrily glaring up at the perpetrator.
Naturally, Logan stands before me, grinning contentedly. “I had a feeling that would wake you up,” he murmurs, chuckling.
“God damn it Lolo! Let me sleep,” I beg grumpily.
“Nope. You have school! And we have to stop over by your place to get your uniform and everything. As it is, we’re going to be late!” he moans pleadingly.
“Lolo, what the hell happened? How did I get here? I don’t remember a thing,” I grumble, sitting on the bed.
Logan smiles a little and sits down beside me. He wraps an arm around my shoulders to keep me warm. “You went to Matt’s party, remember?”
“Yeah...vaguely. It was pretty boring. I think...I went to some other party after,” I whisper as I try to recall last night.
“Yup! Ryder took you to his friend’s place. You were pretty wasted. Ryder brought you here,” Logan explains.
“Seriously? Ryder did? He didn’t just leave me wherever it was?” I ask uncertainly.
“Of course not!” Logan murmurs, looking like I was mad.
“What? It’s something Ryder would do. He’d probably think it was funny or something. Remember when he first started driving? He left me at the complex and only came back two hours later,” I remind, grimacing. I was so scared!
Logan chuckles as he recalls. He was in on it too. He thought it was hilarious until Ryder stopped by the grocery store and asked him to run out and get something. Not suspecting a thing, Lolo did only to find Ryder gone when he came back out.
That’s typical Ryder for you.
“You look like crap!” Logan whispers after a while, studying my face.
“I feel like crap,” I ascertain. “Let me skip school just for today. Please?” I beg, batting my eyelashes.
“Forget it. Go and wash up,” Logan murmurs, pulling me to my feet. He’s already fully dressed, his blonde styled diligently. Logan is such a metro sometimes!
I grumble a little as I head to his bathroom to get dressed, but no amount of grumbling could deter Logan from his resolve. He’s one of those studies in contrasts. He’s the epitome of the popular jock, yet also a diligent, good student. He used to win the prize for best attendance every single year while we still attended the same elementary school.
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C'est La Vie
Teen FictionLife's tough. High School is hell. And falling in love may possibly be the worst of all! Enter Faye Malcolm, a sixteen year old who has been raised in a broken family. She's nearly always broke, her mother is constantly too busy to bat her an eyelas...
