Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 27

Mason and some guy who's name frankly isn't worth remembering are going over the tests in the other room now.

Hunter and his groupies are over on the other side of the room brooding and sending us dirty looks every 30 seconds. Logans already given the, "Look at her like that again..." speech about 876 times.

Most of the guys are leaning against the wall, among them Rib, Ant and Alex. I convinced Logan not to blow up at Alex for letting me help, which in turn forced me to tell him about how I lied to Alex in saying Logan knew what I was up to. To say he was angry was an understatement.

But I pulled the, "I just participated in my fist gang activity that's really revolving around my freedom" card, and I was off the hook.

My feet haven't stopped tapping the whole time, not because there's really good music, that would actually make this much easier. It's out of fear and worry. The whole test was stressful. Logan over my shoulder the whole time, and the way Hunter just walked in laps around the table for the entire two hours, undeniably a ploy to sike me out. 

"Calm down." Logan orders from behind me. He's leaning against the wall and I'm leaning in between his legs, the back of my head on his chest. He brings his hands up to massage my shoulders, and I swear the tension doesn't budge.

"This is serious Logan, what if I failed?" I mumble, picking at the skin surrounding my already bitten fingernails.

"I was over your shoulder the whole time. I know you only got 4 wrong. All reading by the way, gotta brush up on that." He tries to lighten the mood, his hands kneading at the skin on my shoulders.

I internally yell at him for his unnecessary confidence regarding his intelligence of the SAT. He's a real prick sometimes. But u love it.

I bring my hand to my mouth, biting at my fingernails.

"Will you cut that out!" He mumbles, slapping my hand down from my mouth. "You've got to have something to rake down my back later." He growls, leaning down and kissing the skin behind my ear.

"Now is not the time Logan." I tell him, desperately trying not to show any signs that would make him think otherwise.

He laughs, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me further against him. "Would now not be a good time to make you even more stressed out?" He asks, and I can envision the plastic smile that's coating his cheeks.

"Spit it out Logan." I say harshly

"We need to have a kid. Pronto, too, by the way." He says seriously and my insides turn to mush, and not in a good way.

Whenever this insane gang trouble is going about, I almost forget about the teenage soap opera that is my life.

"We have three weeks." I tell him, suddenly even more nervous than I ever thought possible.

"No worries darling, I've got a plan." He whispers, laughing softly into my ear, his hands tightening around my waist.

I try to hide the smirk on my face, "And what would that be, smarty-pants?"

"We get married in 2 weeks and 6 days, and then have mind-blowing sex for a full 24 hours on that last day." He chuckles

I let out a small laugh, my hands moving to play with his fingers that are settled on my stomach.

"Sounds brilliant, Mr. Chambers." I tell him, turning to the side to catch a glimpse of him. "Although I don't think that's how it works."

He laughs, moving his face closer to mine, "Don't think you could handle it?"