Don't Call It Love

2

Faye's P.O.V. 

Two words. Logan Brady. The schools "bad boy" or so he calls himself. He's one of those smart ass kind of guys who thinks he's top shit when really no one gives a shit about them. If you haven't already noticed, I hate him. I don't know why but I just do. 

Onto the more important things, My name is Faye Hazelton. I'm nineteen and I'm already living by myself. I've got blonde hair, I like to read, blah blah blah. No one needs to hear about that boring shit. What you should know is that I work at this popular cafe in town and Logan Brady always shows up when I'm working. And I always get stuck serving the stupid prick. 

**

I look up from the till to see the one and only person I despise. "What the fuck can I get you?" I ask, putting on a fake smile. "Have you ever heard of customer service? I'll have a chai latte. And please don't spit in it this time."

"Whatever." I mumble, taking his money and giving him the change.

 "Here you go asshole." I smile, handing him the cup and smiling. 

"Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?" He asks, checking his drink to make sure I didn't spit in it.

"Oh, look at that, my shift is over. Bye Logan." I smile, taking off my apron and hat and walking to the back room to grab my bag. 

When I walk out the back door, I run into someone and of fucking course it's Logan. "So you're stalking me now?" I challenge. 

"No. Why would I want to stalk you? You're a bitch." He smiles, taking a long, lingering drag of his cigarette. I quietly chuckle at his attempt to obviously impress me. 

"What? Do you smoke?" He asks, blowing smoke in my face. I cough slightly but nod my head. "Do you want one?" He asks, offering me a cigarette. I politely decline even though I'm hanging for one. I wouldn't be caught dead taking a cigarette from him in a million years. 

"Suit yourself then you snobby bitch. I was just trying to be friendly." He sniggers. "I'd rather die than have any friendship with you." I snap back at him. 

"Sure thing babe." He smirks. "Ha. Ha. Call me that again and you'll wake up with your dick stapled to the back of your head." I smile, taking out a cigarette of my own and bringing it to my lips to light it. 

"Can I tell you something?" Logan asks, throwing his finished cigarette on the ground and stomping on it. "Does it involve you insulting me again? Because then no you can't. Anything else then sure."

"You look really hot when you smoke. I mean, I really don't like you but seeing you smoking and not giving a shit is turning me on." Logan blurts, making me blow smoke in his face for the fun of it. "I've gotta go." I smile, putting out my cigarette and walking off. 

**

"I'm going out tonight mum." I call out to her. "Where and why?" She asks, walking into my room. "At Lilac's house and because it will be fun and she really wants me to go." I reply, pulling out a short, black dress from my wardrobe. "You can go out but you're not wearing that." My mum says, putting the dress back in my wardrobe and walking out of my room. 

I pull the dress back out and slip it on, struggling to zip it up myself. I manage to get the dress on (with much struggle) and I slip on my heels and walk out of the house without my mum seeing me. 

**

"Hey. I'm so glad you're here. Heaps of people from school came. Even Logan Brady!!" Lilac squeals. I think I'll state the obvious and say that Lilac loves him. "I don't understand why you even like him, he's a prick." I say, walking away to go and get a drink.