“Hey Faye!” Logan calls, trying his doorknob. “Why’s the door locked Faye?”
“Give me a minute,” I call softly, wiping the tears! I’m such a little girl! Nothing even happened! Why am I crying?
“Faye! What the heck are you doing?” Logan asks suspiciously, a hint of a smile in his voice.
I open the door and quickly turn around so Logan won’t see my face. I sniffle a little and that’s all it takes for Logan to whirl me around to face him. He takes in my bloodshot eyes and red nose.
“What happened Faye?” he asks gently
“Nothing...I just...have a cold,” I mumble quietly.
“A cold that developed miraculously within 15 minutes?” he teases, leading me over to the bed. “Did you and Ryder fight again?”
“No”
“Faye! You know I hate seeing you upset. Tell me what’s going on,” he encourages.
Oh, nothing much Logan. You know, just normal everyday stuff. Oh, by the way, Ryder tried to force himself on me, yeah, like I could just say that!
“Hey, whatever it is, I’m here now. I’ll take care of you,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around me.
There’s a tentative knock on the door and barely a second later, Ryder swings the door open, peering in unsurely.
“Hi,” he mumbles.
“What’s up?” Logan asks, still keeping his arms around me.
“Umm, could you get me the six-pack?” Ryder asks, his voice strained.
“Oh yeah! I forgot. It’s still in my car. I’ll be right back, Faye,” Logan murmurs, kissing my forehead once before jogging out of his room.
Ryder crosses the length of the room in four long strides and sits down on the bed with me. “Hey, don’t cry Faye. I really am sorry,” he whispers, stroking my cheek gently.
I nod my head jerkily and pull away from him.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asks after a moment.
“No. No I don’t. Because you’re a player! And I refuse to be your play thing, Ryder,” I huff, turning my back on him.
“Faye, I would never play you!” he mumbles.
“Oh yeah?! Then what were you doing in the hall just now?” I ask indignantly.
“What did he do in the hall?” Logan asks, entering the room, looking suspiciously at his brother.
Oh crap!
“I flirted with her. She got angry,” Ryder murmurs, getting up.
“What the hell is your problem Ryder? Why can’t you just behave like an adult? You’re 21 damn it! Don’t you ever flirt with her again,” Logan warns seriously, shoving the six-pack into Ryder’s arms. “Now get out of my room and stop upsetting Faye!”
“Look. It wasn’t fully my fault! She didn’t stop me! I thought she was into it. That’s the only reason I went so far,” Ryder defends angrily.
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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...
