Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 19

I follow Mason, barreling into the kitchen behind him. Rib and Ant quickly stand up, walking forwards towards the front door. Logan stands up slower, taking his time.

I'm suddenly afraid. For a girl who likes to know everything, I feel very unsafe when I don't. I jog over to Logan.

"Hunters here? W-why is he here, what's going on?" I ask, grabbing onto the material on the front of his cotton t-shirt.

He shakes his head, taking my face in his large hands.

"Don't worry about it. Remember when I said you shouldn't have gotten involved in the fighting thing? This is like that. Just please, princess, listen to me this time." He pecks me quickly on the forehead, and squeezes my upper arms.

"And one rule, do not speak. Not a single word. Do you understand?" I look confused, the situation only becoming more scary when there's another loud bang at the door. I'm afraid the poor thing may fall of the hinges.

"Yeah, okay. But, but why? Whats-" I ask, clinging further into the material covering his chest.

"The silence starts now." He says, no smile covering those full lips. He kisses my forehead once again, before grabbing my hand and pulling me forward towards the door.

He places me against the beige wall, my back against the hard surface. I'm thankful, my knees were beginning to shake below me.

Logan let's me go, looking to Mason.

"Tell them I want it outside."

Mason nods, seeming to understand. How can someone understand? None of what he's saying is making any senses. Mason walks outside, lightly closing the door behind him.

In a second, Rib walks out, followed by Ant. Ant gives me a serious death glare before walking out the door, and I want to ask him why he is acting so harshly towards me  I haven't done anything wrong, regarding him.

Logan cracks his knuckles, a smirk covering his features. He glances at me, winking, before going outside and closing the door behind him.

I can't hear much, voices muffled by the walls in between us. I run to the window in the living room, looking outside into the front yard.

The sight is intimidating. Hunter and 8 of his teammates stand in the lawn, arms crossed and chests puffed out.

Mason, Rib, and Ant are standing on the front steps, looking much more casual then Hunter does. Logan is in front of them, face to face with my middle school love.

Logan is picking at his nails, looking completely disinterested in whatever Hunter is saying. Hunters mouth is moving harshly, making me believe that whatever he's saying is making him angry.

I can't see Logan's face well in the darkness, but I'm too scared to turn on any more lights.

What is going on? Are they planning on, fighting, or something? If so, the four of them have nothing against the team of idiots.

Hunter says something, and I curse these windows for blocking out the sound so well. I see Masons head look back to the door quickly, before refocusing his attention to the crowd of men before him.

Logan takes a step forward, and my breathing hitches. If this is an argument, it's pretty heated. And Logan moving closer isn't helping his already pitiful situation.

"Now!" I hear Hunter yell, flinching at hearing his words.

I can see Logan body shaking from laughter, it warming my heart slightly that I am familiar enough with the sight to recognize it in the dark.