Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 13

Alarm Clocks may be the single most horrible beings to ever exist.

With their repetitive chirping noise, and signal that starts the day, they shouldn't exist.

But they do, and one is screaming at me now.

I groan, clicking the button on my phone that will shut the stupid thing up. I sit up, and look around realizing that the room and bed are empty besides myself.

He really didn't come back.

Without even speaking, embarrassment covers my face again and I jump out of bed. I move to the shower, hoping to wash some confidence into me.

Why was he so awkward and un-Logan like last night? Being a virgin doesn't change much, does it? The only thing I can think of is that I won't be very good. Without experience, I'm not sure I'll know what I'm doing.

But that's not that terrible, is it?

Not terrible enough to make him leave the room, mid make-out, without another word?

I groan again, taking my time in the shower. Letting the water rid my of my embarrassment and cleanse me in confidence and strength. Hopefully.

After my shower I get ready for school, get dressed, brush my teeth and my hair, put some make-up on. I decide to leave my glasses on today instead I my contacts.

It may seem silly, but having them is a small safety net. Covering my face makes me feel just a little less exposed.

I jog down the stairs, and am surprised when I don't see Logan anywhere.

"Logan?" I yell, but get no response.

Walking into the kitchen, I see a note on the counter, written in his messy scroll.

Good Morning Katherine,

I hope you slept well, Princess. I made you lunch, it's in the fridge. Bring it to school, yeah? And I had stuff to do over at school. It's important. So that's why I'm not here. But there's a banana, next to this for you. And the lunch, don't forget the lunch. And Mason is going to come pick you up. So, I'll see you later. Yeah, okay.

Logan

He is so full of bologna that it hurts.

He's so weirded out that I'm a virgin, grossed out by my seal of innocence, that he has to lie about getting to school early. The lunch is just a feeble attempt to make up for this obviously dick move.

I hear the sound of an engine outside pulling into the driveway. I jog to the door and throw it open, making my way outside. I lock up, and anger is radiating off of me.

I didn't take the stupid lunch on purpose.

He couldn't just talk to me about it? I don't understand, I didn't think it was anything you really needed to talk about. It was something he needed to know, and I told him.

I open the passenger door, and Mason smiles at me.

"Good morning" he says sweetly, but the smile fades from his face as soon as he sees mine.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You alright?" He asks, full of concern as we pull out of the parking lot.

"Logan." I bark.

"He uh, said he had a project. In school this morning."

I shake my head, laughing. "No. He doesn't."

"Oh?" Mason looks over at me, clearly unsure to do with an angry teenage girl.

"He freaked out when I told him I was a-" I stop mid-sentence, realizing I was just about to admit embarrassment to someone else.