Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 28

"Bloody hell, we are late for school." Logan booms from the kitchen.

"Would you stop trying to sound british?" I tell him seriously, absolutely loathing that he's been using a British accent for the past half hour.

"I have no idea what on earth you are talking about, here have some tea will 'ya?" He smiles enthusiastically and I want to punch him.

We don't own tea.

"Come on love, time to go." He chirps and I audibly growl.

"Off we go!" He sings, opening the door for me.

I ignore him, walking briskly to the car. I look at my phone, realizing we are 20 minutes late already.

This morning was going well, we woke up on time and everything. Logan convinced me that we had time for like a 5 minute make out session, but he didn't exactly let me leave.

And I didn't exactly want to.

"Would ya look at the weather Mrs. Chambers, brillient, eh?" He says cheekily, his cheeks rising and falling with fake enthusiasm. This is getting ridiculous.

"You're mixing accents dumbass." I laugh, banging my head against the window.

"Ah, good eye mate."

"An Australian pirate? The look doesn't suite you Logan. You're from America." I smile against my will.

"Thats rubbish."

"You're rubbish."

He smirks, "Playing along now, aren't ya?" Now it's Scottish.

"Ello, I'm Gregory, here to fight for my lady's hand in marriage." He booms, his face attempting to become serious and tough as the bad Scottish ring comes from his mouth.

I can't help but laugh.

"You're awful."

"I'm lovely, love, absolutely lovely and you love it." He replies, sending me a cheeky glare and completely switching accents; were back to British.

I cover my ears, "You're ruining my ability to hear. Physically killing all possibility of life in my ear drums." I say sarcastucally, my face void of emotion only causing him to chuckle.

"The lady is a silly one, eh?"

"You don't even make sense anymore." I mumble, leaning my head against the window in an attempt to block his irritating voice from my head.

But I'd be lying if I said I didn't absolutely and utterly adore bickering with him like this.

"But I'm bloody brilliant! Switching the accents up, pretty great, eh?" He smiles, turning his attention away from the road to look at me.

We pull up to Masons house, and the sight I see surprises me. His girl- wife. I mean wife.

Logan lingo is rubbing off on me.

Anyways, his wife is sitting with him on the front steps. Mason has his hands in his lap, fidgeting the way he does when he's nervous. She smiles lightly, and pats him on the shoulder in a seemingly motherly way. He smiles brightly, although I've spent enough time around him to know it's fake.

Logan honks, drawing me out of my apparent creeping.

"Mase, let's go." He yells playfully, rolling his window down and waving his hand dramatically.

Mason smiles once again at the pretty blonde with the way to small shirt before getting up and jogging his way over.

He gets in the truck, muttering a polite hello to each of us.