Flowers For Your Grave

Chapter Twenty One

I woke up before Logan did and anyone else in the house. I didn't want mom or Steve to see me in his room otherwise they would have a cow. We weren't doing anything except sleeping but I doubt that they would believe that. I could already hear mom and her lecture on thinking about the future before doing something stupid. I rolled my eyes. I fell onto my bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

I glanced at my clock and was surprised see that it was barely going on nine. I got out of bed and headed downstairs. From the hallway I could smell pancakes and bacon wafting in from the kitchen. Mom was in a good mood. Then I realized that the wedding was supposed to be today. It wasn't until later on this evening at around two but I should've known that mom would be up at six.

"You cooked?" I asked.

She nodded. "I'm hungry. Logan's on his way out even though I told him the wedding is today."

"How could he forget," I said sarcastically. I didn't mean for it to come out that way but it did.

Mom gave me a disapproving look. "Hayley."

"Sorry," I said and ran back upstairs.

"You're gonna have to get ready soon."

"I know."

I closed- well more like slammed- the door and locked it. I let out a deep breath trying to calm myself down. I'm not even the one getting married and yet I'm nervous. Before I knew it I was cleaning my room. Dusting, vacuuming, and even polishing. Mom said one of my bad habits besides biting my nails was cleaning whenever I felt antsy. I started cleaning my dresser and I heard a loud thunk from behind me. I turned around and looked down at the floor. I had dropped the Cinderella book. I picked it up and a folded up piece of paper fell out.

I picked the paper up from the floor noticing that my name was hastily scrawled on it. I opened it, reading the first few lines when I realized that this was a note Carrie left for me before she passed. I quickly stuffed the paper into my purse and threw on some shorts and a bra. I didn't care that I was still wearing my old soccer t-shirt. Pulling on my converse I ran downstairs and grabbed the keys off of the table.

"Where are you going?" Mom asked eyeing me.

"I'll be back soon. Promise."

"Be back by eleven. No later."

I had over and hour. That should be enough time for where I was headed. I hope. "Okay," I said swinging the front door open when I felt someone tug at my hand.

"What?" I snapped.

"Where you going?" Molly asked. Right away I felt bad.

I cleared my throat. "The beach."

"Can I go?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, kiddo." I ruffled the top of her head and ran out. It didn't take me long to get to the beach because there was hardly traffic which is surprising since it was Saturday. The whole time I kept glancing at my purse. I wanted to know what that letter said but I couldn't read it in the house. I just couldn't. I sat down close to the pier but far away enough from the crowd. Hesitantly, I pulled the letter from my purse and opened it up. I took a few deep breaths before reading.

Logan's P.O.V

Becca had been ranting on about a dress she saw at the mall and wanted to get it for prom. I don't understand what the big fuss was. Prom was a few months away. I tried to listen to her but my thoughts kept wandering off to Hayley.

I remembered how last night she came into my room all scared. I thought it was cute how she kept running to me every time something went wrong. When she broke up with Chris I felt happy. I know I shouldn't because I have a girlfriend and she's perfect but she just wasn't Hayley. I know she liked me I just don't know why she was so afraid to admit it.