Pushing Boundaries

Logan Chpt. 4

I smiled watching her brush a curl back behind her ear. We were just waiting for the bill now. I was finishing my second whiskey and she was looking even more beautiful. Damn, I wanted her so bad. She was the girl I had been dreaming of, well maybe I hadn’t been dreaming of her, but I should have been she was amazing.

Her friend that she didn’t like very much appeared with our bill. She smiled sweetly and handed the bill to me. Leaning over until her boobs almost popped out, some girls amazed me with stupidity. She was like another Kendra.

“Have a nice night.” She smiled and then turned around, “Hey, you two should come to the party tonight. The Rivers barn, it’ll be fun.” she grinned looking at me, “I expect you to come and say hi.” There was no chance in hell I was going to a party. I nodded and smiled as she retreated. Casey shifted in her seat uncomfortably and I eyed her cautiously. She was shifting looking around the room.

Slowly her eyes rested on her hands, she was nervous. For a moment I thought she was nervous about me kissing her, a thought which had been playing in my head all dinner. I wanted to kiss her like I had before. Kissing her was trembling, I felt as if I needed to hold onto the walls for support in case I were to come crashing down from my heavenly high.

It hit me that she didn’t want to go home. We hadn’t talked about her all evening, I didn’t want to pry or push and she wasn’t offering anything up. All Hale had told me was that when her mom and dad got divorced Casey stopped speaking to him. I guess Jake had too, and Jake was seriously messed up. The kid was high as a kite and his mother seemed to be ignoring it, I was hoping Hale’s dad would do something. Personally I liked the man, he was very kind and had invited us all to come have dinner with his family. He lived twenty minutes away and we were allowed to spend the night. His wife’s kids were decent too, one was Casey’s age and the other a year younger.  It was a shame she hadn’t been able to know them very well.

I guided her out to the car where she climbed into the drivers seat. I joined her in the car as she stole a glance at me, “Logan?” She questioned quietly.

“You really should go home.” I told her quietly. “I agreed for my own selfish reasons, but it was wrong of me. You should see your father.”

“He can rot in hell for all I care.” She muttered angrily. I opened my mouth to question those feelings but closed it quickly. She was driving but the only thing I knew was that her home was the opposite direction. I sat quietly as she drove, glad it was no longer sprinkling snow. It made me feel much better even as she turned into Walmart. I didn’t speak as she parked the car.

She sat their, “Is there a reason we’re here?” I asked.

“I’m not going home.” She told me firmly, “You can call Hale and tell him to come get you but I’m not going home, not with him there.” She hissed, her eyes stared at the steering wheel. I groaned in my head and looked at her carefully.

“Why is that so awful?” I asked and her eyes met mine with hatred. That was not the right question. She didn’t bother answering it either. Damn. “I don’t want to leave you, I think it’s a good idea to go home now.”

“No.” She stated firmly. I smiled at her stubbornness I was surprised she didn’t drive others crazy constantly. She glowered at me and I tried to keep my face emotionless, but damn she made me want to roll my eyes at her while throwing myself onto her. “You don’t get it.” She groaned staring at me, “I’m not okay with what he did. He ruined everything for me.” She whispered.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Hale never told you?” I shook my head no, “Figures, his wife used to coach my basketball team. Started in fourth grade and I loved her. She had played four years in college, she was amazing.” I shrugged, “He’d take me to all my tournaments and crap. I walked in on them in a hotel room. That’s when I stopped speaking to him. It took him three months to finally tell my mom and it was because she was hysterical that I wasn’t speaking to him. Two months of seeing if they could work things out, or whatever, neither of them wanted that. Packed up our bags and moved here in seventh grade.”