The Secrets of Scandal

Chapter 4

***Another photo of Connor Hill AKA Logan, ps imagine he has really pretty blue eyes

Logan's POV

Tristan is such an a**hole. How dare he try to tell me how to live my life. I am making my way to the front of the penthouse when I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turn around.

"What do you want?" I spit at the disgusting hag standing before me.

"Haven't you heard the good news?" Amanda squeals, "We are getting engaged later this week!" She leans in for a hug but I push her away. She reeks of overly sweet vanilla perfume.

"Get away from me you crazy b*tch," I snarl at her, hoping she will go away. I don't care to look at her face as I shove past her and walk out of the door. I need a good smoke. When I get to the front of the hotel, the outside air welcomes my skin. Pulling out a cigarette, I wallow in my rage.

Tristan is such an a**hole. Just because he's four years older and the "golden child", he thinks he can tell me what to do. My entire family is a giant mess. I would rather die than marry Amanda Livingston. She's such an airhead and on top of that, she is hideous. With her yellow teeth, crooked face, and frizzy hair, she is the least desired female in the entire Upper East Side. I'd be the laughing stalk of the public eye if I even kissed her.

I am pulled from my thoughts when I hear a sharp scream come from behind me.

"Oh my gawd!" a high pitched voice shrieks, "It's Logan Lockwood!"

Not another fan. F*ck, I'm screwed.

"Logan! Look over here!" Another voice squeals in joy. Cameras start to flash in my face.

Sh*t. I gotta blast.

"Logie! I'm coming my darling!" I hear a voice echo as I run as fast as I can down the block. After turning the corner a few blocks later, I reduce my pace to a walk when I realize she isn't following me anymore. I put on my sunglasses to conceal my identity.

The streets are empty and void of any life. In a way, it's refreshing. I continue aimlessly walking, delving deeper into the gravity of my situation. I don't even realize the silhouette standing a few blocks away. As I approach, I see a girl talking on the phone. She seems stressed out. My curiosity piques, I stop to listen to her conversation.

"They ran out of the medication at the drugstore so I went to a few more locations and all of them ran out."

Drugstores? Who is she talking to?

"Please don't be mad. It's not my fault..."

I hear screaming on the other end of the phone even from a few feet away.

Her voice breaks as she pleads, "Dad... please, I promise I tried my best..."

"Okay... I'm on my way."

She sighs before putting away her phone. As she turns around, her face is finally illuminated by the street lights. The first things I notice are her plump pink lips and golden skin. Her high cheekbones are illuminated well even in the dim street light. I find myself hypnotized by her soft crystal blue eyes that appear to be on the verge of spilling tears. I almost feel bad for her.

Boy, she is one fine piece of a**. Even in her baggy dad jeans, I can tell that her body sure doesn't disappoint. Though I don't typically go for brunettes, this one can be an exception. Her flowing brown hair entices me with her every movement. 

I am locked in. 

I have decided who will be sharing my bed with me tonight.