Desire (completed)

•Chapter 11•

Chapter 11: Pizza Slap.

"Logan, let go." I yell, trying to jerk my wrist away from his grasp, he shakes his head dragging me towards his car.

"I need your help." He says, opening the door and throwing me in the front seat.

"Find someone's else to help you, I have a class to get to!" He bends down and places the seat belt over me.

"I said to you that you'll owe me, this is how your going to do it." He whispers moving his head away from mine.

I grind my teeth watching as he makes his way towards the drivers seat,

"What do you need my help with?" I ask once he sits down, he puts the key in the ignition and revs the car.

"With finding Megan a birthday present." He says as he begins to drive up the road.

"Why do you need my help?" I ask, it would be better if he got her a present himself.

"You're a girl, right?" He asks glancing over at me.

"Last time a checked."

He smirks, "What's that supposed to mean?"

I smile shaking my head, "What do you want to get her?" I ask, he scratches the back of his head.

"I don't know." He says making me sigh, "Great, that's helpful."

"I just," He sighs, "I just want to get her something special."

I smile, he actually cares for his sister.

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"What the fuck is that?" Logan asks, I look at him weirdly.

"It's a sweater..."

"It's ugly." He says, I frown, I think it looks nice.

"Well what do you have in mind?" I ask, Logan sighs.

"I don't know."

"Perfume? Jewellery? Clothes? Make up?" I give him a few options.

"Maybe jewellery."

I grab his hand and drag him towards the jewellery store, "Necklaces? Bracelets? Ear rings?"

Logan sighs, "How much stuff do women fucking need?"

"Hey!" I snap, "Girls like this stuff."

He shakes head at me, "Uh...Bracelet?"

"Great." I chirp dragging towards the bracelets. Logan pulls his wrist away and begins to look at the different bracelets.

"Three hundred and fifty dollars? I can't afford this, I can barely pay for gas." He mutters looking at a gold band.

"Well then," I sigh, "Where to next?" I ask, if he can't afford the cheapest item here then we have a problem.

"Why don't we look at plastic jewellery?" He asks, "That's cheap."

I roll my eyes, "How old is Megan? Five?"

"Fine then, where to next?" He asks me. That's a good question, where to next?

"I've got it!" I exclaim happily grabbing his wrist once again and dragging him to another store.

"Perfume?" He sighs, looking at the different bottles. He grabs a random pink bottle off the shelf and sprays it.

"What the fuck is that smell?" He coughs, "It's horrible." He try's to wave the fumes away. I laugh at him, it can't be that bad. But then I make the mistake of walking into the fumes.