Saving Shay

3.

"Ok so what are we suppose to do?" I ask still not understanding what we're suppose to do.

"We're suppose make a prototype of whatever you want to invent I guess. And then write an essay about it."

"Ugh, do we have to present it." I ask.

"I don't think so, we're just suppose to turn it in."

I sigh and blow my bangs away. "Okay so what do you want to invent?" I ask him.

"A spaceship!" He says excitedly.

"No"

"What? why not?"

"It's already invented you dumbass."

"Well we can just modify a little. It's already invented so we can just change the design."

It is already invented, we just have to change some things. "Okay sure."

"Yay." He says smiling. As soon as he says that the bell rings.

"Okay do you want to meet at your house or mine." Definitely his.

"Yours" I turn around and walk away before he can say anything. I walk towards my locker and dump all of my stuff in there. I walk out side of the school and head towards my car. But before I can reach my car, a black mustang comes up in front of me.

The driver rolls down the window and I notice that it's Logan. I roll my eyes. Of course he has a car like this.

"Get in." He says motioning with his hands.

"No thanks, I have my own car."

Before I can walk away he opens the passenger door and pulls me in the car.

"What the hell Logan?" I ask. I try to open the door but it's locked. I unlock it and Logan locks it again. I unlock it again but he locks it again.

"Oh come on!" I ask frustrated. I turn around to face Logan and see him smirking. Bastard.

"You don't know where I live. So I'm taking you there." He says knowing I have to agree.

"What about my car?"

"I'll pick you up in the morning."

I sigh, "Fine, but we have to go pick up my little brother." He agrees to pick up my brother and I tell him where the elementary school is.

I get out of the car and see Gabe sitting on the staircase in front of the school.

"Shay!" He says running up to me. I smile and pick him up.

"Did you have fun?" I ask him as I walk back towards the car.

"Yeah we got to paint with our hands and there was a new girl- who's that?" he asks stopping in the middle of his sentence and pointing at Logan.

"I'm Logan. Your sisters future boyfriend." He says. I roll my eyes.

"Don't listen to him Gabe. He's my partner for a project we have to work on."

"and do you mind if Gabe stays with us while we're working?" I ask Logan.

"Yeah sure, I can learn more about you." He says.

"By using my brother?" I ask.

"Uh duh."

"Don't tell him anything." I whisper to Gabe. I turn around to face Logan.

"Let's go asshole." I say while getting in the car.

When we arrived at his house, we immediately get to work. Or me just doing most of the work and Logan just playing with Gabe.

"Are you going to help me or what?" I ask irritated.

"Nah I'm too tired." He says smirking.

"You haven't even done anything." I roll my eyes.

"I'm hungry." He says out of nowhere.

"That's not my problem."

"Go make me a snack."

"I'm not your servant bitch, do it yourself." I say finishing up my design.

"Meanie."

"Dumbass"

"Bully"

"Asshole"

"Killjoy"

"Dick"

"You wanna see it?"

"Oh my god, you're so fucking disgusting." I say horrified. I see him smirking still and I look over at Gabe. He's still doing his homework.

"Hey what time is it?" I ask wondering how long we've been here for.

"About 10:00"

"Shit, we have to go." I pack my stuff hurriedly. I tell Gabe to pack his stuff. He must be tired since he looks like he's about to fall asleep.

As soon as I walk out of the door I forgot that I don't have a ride home.

I sigh and look at Logan. "I don't have a ride."

"I'll take you home." He says getting his keys out.

I tell him him to drop me off 2 blocks away from my house. I hope he doesn't come home tonight. When he drops us off, I take Gabe's hand and walk to our house. I see his car in the driveway. Crap.

I slowly open the door, quietly not to draw attention. I look around and see that no one's in the living room. I send Gabe off to bed and as I walk up the stairs someone grabs my ankle. I fall down the stairs and my ankle ends up in a awkward position. I cry out in pain.

"So little Shay decided to finally come home"

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I always thought that when people said that hospital food is horrible that they were exaggerating. Oh boy I was wrong.
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