Life's A Beach

~Chapter Two~

I was spinning the pasta on my plate, back and forth, trying to avoid eye contact with not only my furious father, but my sister's devil of a boyfriend.

To make things even worse, he is sitting right across from me. My father is at the head of the table, my mother on his left, and my sister, Bailey, on his right. Amber sat right next to her, and of course Logan sat next to his girlfriend. Where am I sitting? Right in front of Logan. Of course.

When ever we would make eye contact for even just a second, he would smirk at me, so at this point I would rather a stiff neck from looking down, than having to see his smirking face right in front of me.

My head snapped up at the sound of my name, rolling off my mothers tongue.

I faced her, but not fast enough to avoid Logan's smirking lips, and menacing eyes.

"Why don't you clean up, while we get our stuff together to go to the bonfire." My mother gave me a warning look almost saying, I'm not asking I'm demanding.

I nodded weakly and grabbed my plate, and headed into the kitchen. My parents had rushed to pack the cooler, dragging Bailey along, leaving Logan and Amber the only ones at the table.

I dragged my feet over to the sink, washing off my plate until the spaghetti sauce was down the drain. I washed off my silverware, before walking back into the dinning room.

I entered the room, my eyes landing on Logan and Amber playing tonsil hockey. I wrinkled my eyes in disgust, before shaking it off, and grabbing my mother and fathers plates.

As the two plates clattered together, they both pulled apart, I quickly walked back to the kitchen, but not before hearing my sister ask Logan to help.

I placed the dishes in the sink, before running back out into the dinning room. I already had to eat a meal with him, I can't have him on cleaning duty with me.

"No really it's fi-"

"I would be glad to." Logan sent a smirk my direction, before getting up from his chair.

I internally groaned, and tried my hardest not to stomp off to the kitchen.

I heard my sisters heals clap against the stone floor, as she walked out onto the patio, where the rest of my family was.

"Great legs, and a nice butt." I heard Logan comment, making me turn around swiftly.

"Listen you, yo-"

"It was a complement, just say thank you." He chuckled.

I groaned out loud, and heading back to the kitchen.

I washed the dishes fiercely, splashing water over my bare arms.

Logan stood at the kitchen door the whole time, laughing at my anger.

I placed all the dishes, glasses, and, silverware, in the dishwasher, before placing the packet of soap in the little dispenser.

I hit the start button, before looking up to see Logan was gone. I peered over the kitchen counter, and shrugged.

As I went to turn around, I ran into Logan like I did earlier at the shop.

I ended up, bumping into the slightly wet counter, Logan hovering over me with his signature smirk.

"Thought you might need some help." He whispered in my ear.

"N-no I'm fine." I stuttered, pushing my way past him.

I shivered as my mind trailed back to how close he was to me. I stomped up the stairs to change out of my still slightly wet bathing suit.

I marched into my room, locking the door firmly behind me.