Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 3

I roll over and shut my alarm off, Another Monday morning ugh. The weekend had gone by uneventful, no more run ins with Miss Peters even though I probably wouldn't have had a problem with it. I haven't seen my Dad all weekend, I certainly miss the relationship that we had before my Mom died but things have changed now and I just have to deal with that. I head to my closet and pull out some distressed light colored jeans and sky blue and lime green Nike shirt to match my Nike shoes. I go handle all my hygiene business before grabbing my things and heading downstairs. I am met by my wonderful father at the bottom of the stairs and I know that my day is not going to be starting off well.

"Good morning Logan." He says with a smirk on his face. I try to move around him but he grabs my arm pulling me back. "Not going to speak to your father Logan? Now, that's just rude."

"Good morning Dad." I look down not wanting to make eye contact.

"Logan, if I didn't know any better I would think that you thought you were better than me." I felt his grip on my arm get tighter. No please, not this morning.

"No, I don't think..." Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a sting across my face.

"Shut the hell up, nobody asked you to fucking speak." I finally look up and see the anger in his eyes. "You know how I know you aren't better than me?" I look away because I know better than to answer. "Because only worthless pieces of shit are responsible for their own Mother's death." I flinch at his words. I know he is right but I can't let him know that. "Get the hell out of my face." He shoves me to the ground and walks off. I quickly get up and rush out of the door and into my car. Once inside, I take a moment to catch my breath and then I look at the mirror at the the bruise that is slowly forming on my face.

I look at the clock, "fuck!" I scream. If my morning wasn't starting off bad enough as it is, now I am going to be late for school.

I make my way towards 2nd period with no desire to be here. I have no clue what we went over in first period at least the teacher let me off with a warning this time for being late. Cam has been texting me all morning but I am just not in the mood. In being in a rush to leave this morning, I didn't grab a hoodie so I have no way to cover up the bruise on my face. I have been telling people I got into an altercation this weekend, with my fighting history didn't make it hard to believe. I walk into 2nd and sit down next to Cam and putting my head down on the desk.

"Yo Logan whats ya deal? You were late this morning and I have been texting you with no response." I look up her and I hear her sigh at the sight of the bruise on my face.

"Weren't so lucky this morning huh?" I look over at her and just shake my head before laying it back down on the desk.  Before I knew it, the bell was ringing and it was time to head to 3rd period, I really don't want to deal with Miss Peters today. Hopefully she will let me slide.

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Shannon's POV

After Kasey and I got home from the club Friday night all I could think about was seeing Logan there. I don't know why out of all people, my attention has been on my 17 year old student. I mean I know why, She is absolutely beautiful. When I fall asleep at night all I can dream about is the way she felt pressed against me, the way her breath tickled my ear and the way her hands felt against my body. I couldn't get shit done this weekend even though I needed to make lesson plans for the week. Thank goodness Kasey doesn't remember a thing from that night so she can't ask questions.

Now it is Monday morning and 3rd period can't get here quick enough. I may have made sure I looked better than most days. My Jeans hugged me in all the right places and my blouse only buttoned enough not to arouse suspicion. I smooth out my blouse and I look up to find her coming down the hallway. I watch the way she walks with Cam close beside her and I feel my heart rate get faster. My smile fades away as she walks past me, never making eye contact. Something is wrong, is it something that I did? The bell rings and I walk inside and begin today's lecture. I can't help but keep looking back at Logan who is sitting at the back of the classroom with her head down. I let them know of their assignment that is due at the end of class and I let them get to work. I walk over to my desk and sit down, I look up to find for the first time since class has started that Logan is looking back at me. I notice the bruise that is on her cheek and my chest tightens. Is this what she was talking about that she deals with? She finally breaks our stare and puts her head back down. I try to focus on the papers from the previous class but I can't when all I want to do is look at Logan. She has had her head down the entire class and hasn't even attempted to do the work. Suddenly the bell rings and everyone rushes to leave.