Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 16

My eyes blink open fast in the morning, nothing like my usual, calm and collected, wake-ups.

There's no stretching, or yawning. No last snuggle into the covers to slowly enter reality.

No, it was nothing like that. Instead, I awoke with a start. Memories flash through me quicker then lightning, ignited my insides in embarrassment.

What the hell did I do last night?

Shit.

This will only end badly. I surely wasn't quite good at the events of last night; a fact that's understandable and was already known. But oh my goodness, I was so awkward. I was practically begging him, oh my. I pounced on him, practically begged him into sexual encounters.

With a start, I quickly jump from bed, sprinting to my dresser and grabbing my clothes.

No, I cannot face Logan right now. He's probably gonna tell me how bad I was, and that maybe we need to slow down. I forced him into it really.

Oh my god, it my fault. I was the one who was in a mood, and made this decision. I probably look like a little whore now, prancing around throwing herself around.

I don't regret it. I just wish maybe I didn't practically beg him. That would have went a bit better. Did he even want to? Or did he just feel bad?

"Kat, what's the rush?" Logan asks, his voice groggy from sleep as he sees me quickly gathering my things.

"N-nothing, gotta uh grab my stuff and change. Just changing, in the bathroom. I'll be in the bathroom." I croak out, my face reddening as I finally gather my things.

"What are you doing? Schools not for an hour and a half, we have time." He sits up, rubbing his eyes, and fixing his bed head.

"No, I uh I'm walking. Got to go, bye!"

I sprint down the stairs, and hear him call my name behind me. I reach the downstairs bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind me.

What if he wants to talk about it? My awkward self would not be able to handle that.

I quickly take off the shirt Logan lent me last night, throwing it to the ground. I pull over my dress for school, and hear a bang on the door.

"Kat, is this about last night? We can talk about it if you want?" He says sweetly, banging on the door. I run a brush quickly through my hair.

"No! No talking about it, I mean it's cool. We uh, don't need to uh talk about it." I say oh so coolly, opening the door to reveal him with a confused and worried expression.

"Whats you're problem?" He asks, not harshly but purely curious.

"Nothing. Gotta get going, schools awaiting," I tell him, walking to the door.

He beats me there, his long legs allowing him to move much quicker.

"Are you worried about last night?"

Yes.

"No."

"Are you mad that we did that? I didn't mean to force you into anything" He asks, distraught and breathing hard. It's then I realize he's shirtless in his right boxer briefs. I gotta get out of here, before I embarrass myself further.

"Nope. You're good. You were good, it's good." Oh my lord. "I gotta get going."

With that, I shove my way out the door, shutting him behind me. I walk swiftly towards the school, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I speed walk, needing to get away as fast as I can.