Chapter 8

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LOGAN POV

I wake up the next morning feeling extremely giddy because I'm having lunch with Savannah today. I roll out of the bed, stretching out my arms before checking my phone. My heart instantly drops when I see who has contacted me. 

I see that I have four missed calls from Olivia, but I don't feel like responding to the spawn of Satan this morning. I'm sick of pretending with her, and the longer I continue, I know I'll spiral out of control. It probably won't end well for her, but for me, it couldn't be better to end it. 

"Leave me alone, you bitch." I mumble, running my fingers through my hair.

Yes, I just said that.

Do I feel bad? Absolutely not.

I cannot wait to finally end things with Olivia so that nothing is in the way of Savannah. She's actually lively and isn't afraid to be weird around me instead of acting stuck up and uninviting. 

I rummage through my dresser, looking for something that makes me look presentable. My phone rings again, and a smile spreads across my face once I see that it's Savannah. I quickly answer, more than eager to hear her voice.

"Hello?" She sings, and I chuckle.

"You're so silly. Anyways, what's up shorty?"

"Shorty?" She asks, sounding somewhat offended.

"What? It's my new nickname for you since you're short." I defensively explain, and she scoffs.

"I know that I'm short, thanks for the reminder." Savannah says, laughing afterwards.

God, I love that smart mouth.

"Anyways, I'm just getting dressed. I'll be there soon." I inform her, and I can hear her breath hitch.

"Yeah, me too. Where are we going?" Savannah asks, and I shrug.

"Whenever you want to go."

"Ah, shit!" Savannah shouts, and I snicker.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, I just hit my toe on the edge of my bed." Savannah replies, chuckling.

"Damn, that's the most painful thing ever. That shit feels like you've been shot." I dramatically add, and she gasps.

"I was just going to say that!" She exclaims.

We both laugh, and my cheeks become numb again. After a few more finally words, we both hang up and I pick up my keys and head out the door. I'm speeding along the road, listening to my favorite music before switching lanes to turn into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

I pull up to where Savannah said to, and I wait patiently for her. Suddenly, I see her blonde hair flowing in the wind, and she moves it out of her face several times. I bite my lip when I get a full view of her coming closer and closer to the car.

She looks hot.

Savannah wears a white crop top with some high waisted shorts, looking like the quintessential California beach girl. 

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