Will You Be My Penguin? *EDITING*

chapter two - penguins?

"Haydee Andrea Johnson, come here right now!" My mother demanded from the kitchen.

Bloody hell, I just walked through the front door can't she give me a break? And why is she here anyways she's always out with her friends getting drunk then sleeps the night at their house or at some random guy's, yes sad to say my mom has turned to sleeping with multiple men since my dad died. I guess that's how she mourns him.

I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom leaning against the kitchen counter, I glanced at the clock behind her which read 7:14. "Yes, mom?"

"Where have you been? And why weren't you at school today? Hmm, have you been skipping class?" She shot back with anger clear in her voice, sheesh.

"I was at work mom, and I wasn't at school today because.." I trailed off not wanting to tell her about the water balloons in my locker. Suddenly angry I snapped at her, "Why do you care if I skip class anyways, you never ever go to any of my parent teacher interviews! And you are never around-"

"Enough!" She yelled interrupting my rant. "Stop talking back to me, Haydee."

"No! I am sick of you telling me what to do and pretending that you care about me when in fact you don't! If you.. if you really loved me you would be here for me! Stop cutting me out! I need a mother. I needed someone today but like always I was alone! I'm fucking sick of everything!" I finished my rant panting because I was getting really angry, I don't know what brought on my rant but all I know is that I'm screwed. My mother was looking at me with clear distaste and something else in her eyes.

Like any normal loving mother, they would pull their daughter into a long, loving hug telling her that she does love her and that she is sorry, but no my mother wasn't like that. Instead she slapped me, and hard. Yes you read that right, she slapped me.

My head snapped to the side and my cheek stung, I'm pretty sure I'll have a hand mark. I slowly brought my hand up to my stinging cheek, brushing my fingers along my now reddened cheek, I winced.

When I snuck a glance at my mom she didn't even look sorry, bitch.

I ran to the front door with my hand holding my burning cheek. I flung the door open, slamming it shut before I sprinted down the walkway onto the path and ran.

The night was chilly and I shivered as I ran down the path that leads to the park that wasn't that far from my house. My eyes were rimmed with warm, salty tears threatening to spill over. I shook my head trying to be rid of my tears but they were now spilling freely out of my eyes down my face as I was running, blurring my view. A few seconds later I couldn't see anything so it wasn't a surprise when I ran into something. It was probably a pole or a tree, a very hard tree might I add.

I groaned as I landed on my arse. "I think I broke my arse." I muttered, rubbing it. To say I was surprised when I heard chuckling was an understatement, I freaking shat my pants!

I rubbed my eyes to clear them of the tears and looked up through my wet eyelashes, my eyes locked with Logan's.

Wait, what!?

Logan.

As in the Logan Nicholas?

Aw shit.

"Take a picture it lasts longer, babe." He said offering me his hand since I was still on the floor. Grabbing it I noticed that his hands were very soft. What cream does he use? They are so soft.

"I'm not going to tell you babe, it's a secret." He said with a slight laugh at the end. Wait, what? Did I say that out loud?

"What?" I asked confused a little.