Purposely Tripping The Bad Boy Over | ✓

Chapter Three

Chapter Three - "Are You Another One Of His Whore's?"
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[ picture of claire dawson who is portrayed by blake lively ]
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Avery's P.O.V

Okay, I'm totally freaking out now. Logan has drove past my house and ten minutes later, we are still on this damn motorcycle! I am really starting to question if he is going to kill me and bury my body six feet underground.

Honestly, I felt like hanging out with this so called 'bad boy' would be pretty fun but now, I feel like I can never trust the words that come out of his mouth or himself at all! Like, if I was to tell him that I was afraid of heights, I'm pretty sure he would make me skydive.

I felt the bike tilt slightly which made me look up. I notice that we were outside of a big house that looked like a mansion but much more fancier. I take my hands away from Logan's waist and take my helmet off. I shake my head slightly to fix my hair and give the helmet to Logan.

"Where are we?" I ask and Logan gets off the bike and runs a hand through his brown hair.

"I just need to stop by-"

"Logan? Oh my goodness, I haven't seen you in so long!" I hear a female's voice squeal and we both look around to see a tall black haired woman who looked to be in in her late thirties. Logan turns around and pinches the bridge of his nose. I frown but don't ask him anything.

The black haired woman walks out of the gates and jogs towards us, a beautiful smile on her face. Logan turns around slowly and flashes a fake smile to the woman. "Hey." Logan says and the woman smiles and tightly hugs him.

"I'm so glad your back!" The woman says and Logan softly pushes the black haired woman away, a frown on his face.

"Mom, I'm only here to grab something." Logan says and my mouth parts slightly. So this woman is his mom? She looks so nice and pretty...

Logan's mom frowns and let's out a short sigh before nodding. "Okay." She says and her head slowly turns to me. She walks over and tilts her head before glaring into my eyes.

"Are you another one of his whore's?" Logan's mom suddenly asks and I feel my heart clenching at her words. Okay, I never knew those words would be the first words coming out of her mouth... which were surprisingly directed at me.

"Uhm...h-huh?" I stutter. Logan gaps and holds his mom's shoulders, pulling her away from me. He said a few words to her and her angry expression softens. Logan's mom turns to me and frowns.

"I'm sorry, dear. I just couldn't stand meeting one of Logan's daily hook-ups again. Every girl he brings here is usually stuck up and completely rude. Again, I'm really sorry." Logan's mom apologises but I still couldn't find the words to speak. She smiles at me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You know, your really pretty." Logan's mom says and I couldn't help but think about everything that has escaped this woman's mouth.

So first I was called a whore and now pretty, but what does that make me? A pretty whore? No, Avery, she didn't mean the whole 'whore' thing. She just thought you were one of Logan's slutty one night stands. I mean, I couldn't even imagine how this woman felt every night a girl would come into her home and do dirty things with her son and rudely leave in the morning without any explanation coming from the girl or Logan.

"Uh... thanks-" Is she Miss, Mrs, or Ms? I don't have a clue about Logan's family expect for his sister so what the hell am I suppose to say?

"Sarah. My name is Sarah." Logan's mom says, her smile still proudly on her face. I smile and nod. "Thanks Sarah. I'm Avery." I say and before Sarah could say anything, Logan interups us.