Little Miss Bad Ass

Chapter 3

I walk up the driveway to the house. Leah pushes open the door and I step inside. A cup is thrust into my hand by some random guy and judging by the smell, it's definitely not water. I immediately place it on a table and keep walking nervously through the house. I definitely don't need alcohol tonight.

"Hey, Leah where's the toilet?" I turn around to see that my so-called best friend and older brother have ditched me. Great, just bloody great. Maybe I should just go sit in the car and wait till Leah comes back. Just as I'm turning to leave, I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Where are you going in such a hurry, gorgeous?"

I spin around and find myself face to face with Noah. Oh. My. God. He just called me gorgeous! I can feel my legs turning to jelly and my face turning bright red. His eyes widen and he starts to stutter. "Ashley? W-w-what are you doing here?"

"Just, um, you know, come to see what, um, goes on here and, um, yeah." I can barely get a sentence out. Fantastic, I'm making an absolute fool of myself.

Noah laughs nervously and runs his hand through his hair. "Before when I said gorgeous I didn't think it was you. I mean I thought you were someone else. I'm not saying you're not gorgeous because you totally are but I just, I mean, well, you know what I mean."

I nod my head but I have absolutely no idea what he means.

"Cool, well, I guess I might see you later?" he asks.

"Yeah, sure, I mean maybe," I blurt out.

He grins at me and then walks off.

On second thoughts, maybe a drink would do me some good.

As I walk into the kitchen, a group of girls stumble past me, clutching each other and giggling hysterically. They reek of alcohol and every single one of them is wearing a miniskirt that could fit an 8 year old. Altogether, they're probably wearing the same amount of clothing that I am.

I instantly feel overdressed and although the dress is beautiful, the girls look at me and whisper to each other. Then they burst out laughing and walk off.

I grab a beer from the fridge and take a sip. Bleh, that is so gross! I don't understand how people can like any type of alcoholic drink. No one else seems to mind, in fact a guy leaning against the counter is chugging his beer like there is no tomorrow.

I shrug my shoulders and take a gulp of mine. I wince as it goes down but I take another mouthful. And another. And another.

"Woah there, you might want to slow down," someone grabs my drink from me and places it on the counter. I stiffen and slowly turn around.

The host of the party is standing behind me, smirking and raking his eyes all over my body. "Logan! Give me back my drink!" I whine and stomp my foot. Thats right ladies and gentleman, I actually stamped my foot.

"Woah, calm down there," he raises an eyebrow. "Yep, you've definitely had too much to drink."

Let me rewind a little. Logan Reed is the typical bad boy. He's mysterious, usually a bit withdrawn and even rides a motorbike. He also is also notorious for playing girls and (of course) breaking their hearts. I have never in my life talked to him before now, and it's only because the alcohol seems to be kicking in.

I ignore Logan and turn to pour myself another drink. He grabs my arm again and literally drags me away from the kitchen. "You really don't need anymore to drink," he tells me. "Yes I do! I like it!" I giggle. Ok, so I may have had three beers and I'd never drunk before in my life, so it's fair to say that I was completely wasted. Logan sighs and takes my hand, leading me up the stairs.

"W-where are you t-taking m-me?" I slur. "Just upstairs to a bedroom where you won't be a danger to yourself or others," he replies shortly. "Y-your not g-going to h-hurt me are y-you?" I lurch forward and giggle. "Because that w-wouldn't be f-fun."

"Jesus Christ," he mutters under his breath. "I can't believe I'm on baby sitting duty."

By this time we were up the stairs and he was leading me towards a bedroom. Logan opens the door and looks at me. "C'mon, I'm not going to hurt you," he rolls his eyes. I take a step forward and clutch onto his arm to keep balance. Slowly he guides me to the bed and gently puts me down.

All of a sudden, a loud giggle came from what I assumed was the bathroom. Then the door burst open, and a couple stumbled out, obviously drunk. And obviously half naked.

Logan stood up. "Get the f*ck out of here," he demanded calmly. The guy turned around. "Awwww c'mon man," he slurred. "I'm just tryin' to have some funnnn."

When I saw who it was, my vision blurred and I felt tears start to fall down my cheeks.

"Noah?" I whispered.

He turns around to face me. "Hey loser girl," he laughs. "Whatcha crying for? Awwww you didn't think that I actually liked you, did you?" Noah smirks at me and turns to the half naked blonde next to him.

"Isn't that funny Brooke? Loser girl here thought that I actually liked her," the blonde, apparently called Brooke, frowns at him.

"Cmon Noah, don't be so rude,"she says and gives me a sad look. Through the hazy fog that is my brain, I am hardly able to comprehend that she's standing up for me.

Logan steps in front of me. "I said get the f*ck out of here," he demands angrily. "Now!"
"Calm down man," Noah says.

Logan takes a step towards him and it's then that I realise how tall he is. He literally towers over Noah.

"Ok man, I'm going, I'm going. C'mon Brittany, let's go." He grabs her hand and pulls her toward the door.

"It's Brooke," she says. "Whatever." She glares at him and stomps out of the room.
Logan slams the door behind them and sits on the bed next to me.

"Are you alright?" He asks.
"I'll be fine, I mean it's not like I care about him or anything," I sniff. All I want to do know is forget this whole night.

"I just, I just need to be alone right now," I tell him.
Logan gives me a concerned look. "Are you sure?" He asks me.
"Yeah, I'm sure," I sigh.
He gets up and gives me one last worried look and then shuts the door.

I lock the door and collapse onto the bed. Everything that has happened tonight goes rushing through my head. All of that, combined with the alcohol that I've drunk, overwhelms me. Everything fades to black.

Hey guys! Thanks so much for being so patient with me! I know that it's been ages since I've updated but I've been super busy. It's completely crazy that this book has over 400 reads! I'll try and update as soon as possible.
~ Lara