Try Hard // l.h.

13: Good Girls

I guess my conversation with Jake didn't work because after school the next day Logan came in the car with a black eye, and the day after that he had a cut above his eyebrow.

"What the hell happened to you," I exclaimed.

"Freaking Jake! I thought you said he was going to leave me alone," he said.

I thought he was...

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," I said.

"He would have done it regardless. He always does," he sighed.

I gave him a sympathetic smile.

-

"I'm gonna kill him," Michael shouted.

"Mickey, sit down," I said.

The guys were all pissed about the whole black eye thing. This was the first time since school started the we hung out.

"I have a plan. We all go TP his house," Ashton announced.

"Yeah, cause I can see it now. 'Aussie band 5 Seconds of Summer, were arrested last night due to TPing a house. They have recently been linked to One Direction, touring with them. Will they be able to continue the tour?'," I said pretending to be a news reporter.

"Emma's right, it wouldn't just affect us but the 1D guys," Luke agreed.

I knew one way to stop him.

-

That night I thought a bout what I was going to do. He said if I was his girlfriend he'd stop. I mean how bad could it be?

On second thought I'm going to talk to him again. Before I make any drastic decisions.

-

At school the next day I went up to Jake during my free period.

"Hey Jake, can we talk," I asked.

He wiggled his eyebrows at his friends, and walked with me.

Pig.

"Okay, so you hurt Logan," I stated.

"Your point," he asked.

"Well could you please stop? I don't like seeing him hurt," I said.

"You know, I think your hot. So I'll take what you said into consideration. But you know how you could seal the deal," he smirked.

"No. I just want him to be left alone," I said.

He smiled.

"We'll see," he walked away.

Hopefully this was the end.

-

Next stop. Music.

-

"Okay, class. Today we will be getting rid of any stage fright you may or may not have," Mr. Fields announced.

Piece of cake.

"You will preform a song, of any kind. Just remember no profanity," he instructed.

One my one someone went up to the piano and grabbed a guitar and sang something.

I was a little nervous, but I could handle it. I wrote a song for 5SOS for crying out loud!

"Next is Emma Waters," Mr. Fields smiled.

I decided to play piano.

I took a seat and began playing some notes.

I don't wear designer clothes, I don't go to the finest schools. But I know I ain't a fool, baby.