Faye's P.O.V.
How fucking dare he?!?
"Hang on just a fucking second." I call, and he turns around quickly. Even though he is a fair distance away from where I am left standing. "What? Stun you with the shocking truth did I?" He laughs.
"If you hate me so much then why did I hear you talking to your douchebag asshole of a friend about how hot you think I am? And how sexy you think my nose ring is." I spit back, putting out my cigarette.
Logan does the opposite and takes one out, putting it between his lips and lighting it up. "Okay well, I'll make you a deal. You have sex with me and we don't ever have to talk again." He smirks.
"What the fuck? No way."
"Fine then. Enjoy me annoying you for the rest of your life." He turns to walk away.
"Fine. But I'm going to do this for me. And just because I'm doing this, it doesn't mean I like you. I hate you so much."
"I don't think you do. Why else would you do this?" He laughs, blowing out a puff of smoke. "I could not do it at all."
"Okay okay. You win." He says, pausing for a brief moment, looking at me with his surprisingly beautiful blue eyes.
"So, my house or yours." He winks, putting out his cigarette and I think of why I'm doing this. It may be because I want to have sex with him. It may be because I just want to toy with him.
"Why don't you take me wherever you want." I whisper softly in his ear. "Okay well we're going to have to hurry up and get to mine before I take you right here, right now."
**
He opens the door and before we can ask if anyone's home, his lips are on mine. As much as I hate to admit it, he's a good kisser. "Where's your room?" I ask, well, attempt to ask.
"Jump and you'll find out." Logan replies. I jump and he catches my thighs, taking the opportunity to grab my ass. "Was that really necessary?" I pant, just before he throws me onto a bed. His I assume.
"You have no idea how much I hate you." I smile, slowly taking off his shirt. "And that's why we're about to have sex?"
"I'm doing this for me. Don't think for a second it's because I have any feelings for you."
"And if you do?"
"Then you need to wake up from rainbow land."
Logan smirks and practically tears my shirt off. "Hey, I like this shirt."
"You have to admit, it looks better on my floor." He smiles. "How did I know you were going to say that?" I ask and he smiles, kissing me hard.
"I don't know but I'd just like to say that you're an amazing kisser and I can't wait to fuck you hard and fast."
"And if I want it slow?" I say, placing my hands under his shirt and softly scratching his chest. "Do you want me to come right now? Because I will if you keep doing what you're doing."
"You mean this?" I whisper into his neck, running my hands over his chest again. He moans and pulls my lip between his teeth.
I do it one last time and start unbuttoning his pants. "What are you doing?" He asks, trying to stop me. "I'm trying to give you a blowjob. Can I continue, you ass?"
"Go right a-fucking-head." He smiles, laying back on his bed as I pull his pants and boxers off. I straight up take him into my mouth and I know he wasn't expecting that.
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Don't Call It Love
Teen Fiction"I hate you so much." "I don't think you do." A cheesy, corny story of how two teens and their sex lives bring each other together. One being a blonde girl, long hair, a few tattoos and a reputation she didn't ask for. The other being a brunette boy...