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Chapter 3

After hanging out with Blake and Harlie at the café for a while I head back home to finish my homework. That's right I'm gonna finish it early! I come right through the door and head straight up to my room. I sit at my desk and grab my books out of my book bag. I might as well start my History homework. I search for my text book when I realize that I left it in my locker at school. Damn it! Logan has the same class so I can just borrow his! I knock on his door but no one answers, I open it to see him passed out in bed.

"I'm borrowing your history book." I whisper loudly.

He groans and I take that as an 'okay'. I rummage through his stuff when I find a familiar looking tank top. "Hey, Logan, isn't this Harlie's shirt?" I hold it up.

"Huh?" He sits up and rubs his eyes. "Uh, no that's not hers."

"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure this was the one she was wearing yesterday."

"Yes I'm sure. That's one of my friend's shirt." I give him a disbelieving look, "One of my girl-friend's shirts."

"Why is it in your room?" I ask raising my eyebrow.

"Can't you just take the book without snooping and asking questions?"

I grab the book and leave, slamming the door when I leave, annoying Logan who I can hear groan. I return to my room and finish all my homework before my shows are on at nine.

I skip downstairs when my parents call me for dinner and I'm greeted by the smell of garlic. My father had made garlic cheese pasta, my favorite. I plop down at the counter in between Logan and my father. We eat and tell stories about our day. "So I went to the café with Blake and Harlie and when I arrived they were already in line, waiting to order. I took my seat and when I looked over at them, Blake looked pissed and Harlie looked like she was about to burst into tears." I tell my family.

"What was wrong?" My mom asks twirling the pasta around her fork.

"I asked and Blake had said that some punk was giving Harlie a hard time, I guess. He seemed really mad about it."

"Well I'm sure he just cares about her, that's all."

Logan had been listening intently until the last part when he lowered his head to look at his food.

"Logan?" My mom asks.

"Huh? What?" He asks, seeming slightly startled.

"Anything eventful happen today, for you?"

"Well, I saw the guys today and... I guess that's it." He finishes.

"Wow. I was on the edge of my seat for that one!" I add, sarcastically.

"Ha. Ha. It's not like yours was any better." Logan replies smugly.

I give him a fake smile and I finish my dinner. Once I put my dishes in the dishwasher I return to my room, where I finally finish my homework. I turn to my TV and grab the remote off my bed, flipping through the channels to find a show that will occupy me until nine. I begin to watch some random Disney movie that seems to peak my interest. The movie ends exactly at nine, signaling me that my shows will be starting. I quickly change the channel to the designated station of my show and begin watching.

The show leaves me a little disappointed by not exactly killing one of my favorite characters, but putting them in a coma until one of the other characters die. It's a crazy twist and of course it's the last episode of the season.

It's ten o'clock and I obviously can't go to bed, way too early. I decide to go downstairs for a snack and I find my father sitting at the counter eating some popcorn. I plop down next to him and take a handful of popcorn.