Avaâs POVAfter Logan returned with two plates of spaghetti and a warm smile, I forced myself to concentrate on the food rather than the bunch of thoughts in my head. The kitchen was dimly lit by the soft glow of a single overhead lamp, and the low hum of the refrigerator was the only sound breaking the uneasy silence between us.We settled at the small dining table Logan on one side, me on the other. Every time our eyes met, I felt that same mix of annoyance and something else⌠something I wasnât ready to admit. Last nightâs kiss still clung to my thoughts like an afterimage I couldnât shake, and despite my best efforts, a small part of me couldnât help but wonder what it meant.âEat up,â Logan said casually, prodding his own plate with a fork. âI made extra.â His tone was light, but his eyes lingered on mine a moment longer than necessary.I forced a smile, trying to push aside the discomfort. âThanks,â I mumbled. I picked at my food, each bite feeling heavier than the last. The wei
Avaâs POVI had barely taken a sip of my morning coffee when a loud, insistent knock echoed through Loganâs apartment. My stomach twisted into a familiar knot of dread. I already knew who it was.Brian and Kate.I regret giving them Logan's address, will he be mad?Logan, who had been stretching lazily on the couch, raised an eyebrow. âYou expecting someone, nerd?âI set my cup down with a sigh, rubbing my temples. âUnfortunately.âHe nodded then continued scrolling his phone. Guess he isn't angry as I expected him to beThe knocking grew more aggressive.âJesus, are they trying to break the door down?â Logan muttered, walking over to open it.The moment the door swung open, my older brother, Brian, strode in like he owned the place, his eyes immediately scanning the apartment with a look of disapproval. My sister, Kate, followed right behind him, her arms crossed, her expression a perfect mix of annoyance and rudeness.Brianâs sharp blue eyes landed on me, narrowing instantly. âAva.
Ava's povAfter all the confrontations with my brother, we decided to go to the nearby restaurant. Me and Logan were unusually quiet, maybe it's because of Brian and Kate but I could feel the tension between us.Kate kept yapping about her perfect little circle of friends and Brian was supporting her as always. The truth is I was never anyone's favorite in our family. My dad barely acknowledged me and my siblings avoided me like a plague. Brian and Kate have always been close unlike me⌠always on their own.After we reached the restaurant, I sat beside Kate facing Logan while Kate was facing Brian. The waiter came to our table,he wore a white shirt dress and blue pants with an apron. He looked weirdly at me but I didn't let it get to me.âHello my name is Jake and welcome to souvenirs, what can I get you?" He said, looking between us.Kate sighed " I'll have Italian sausage Bolognese and Brian will have crispy chicken wingsâ.Jake nodded and turned to Logan " what about you guys?âLo
Avaâs POVI didnât know where we were going, and honestly, I didnât care. After spending the afternoon trapped under my siblingsâ judgmental gazes, insults and everything. Anything was better than staying in Loganâs apartment, drowning in my thoughts. So when he drove us across town and pulled into a parking lot, I was too lost in my own head to even notice where we were until I saw the glowing neon sign above the entrance.Westbridge Bowling Alley.I turned to Logan, raising an eyebrow. âBowling?âHe smirked, unbuckling his seatbelt. âYeah, nerd, bowling. You ever been?âI scoffed, crossing my arms. âOf course I have.âThat was a lie. I had seen people bowl, sure, but actually playing? Not so much.Loganâs smirk widened like he saw right through me. âRight⌠letâs go then.âI followed him inside, the sound of rolling balls and crashing pins filling the air. The place was buzzing with energy ,families, couples, and groups of friends laughing and cheering. The neon lights reflected off
Ava's povWe made it back to Logan's apartment and he switched the lights on. Everything has become awkward because of my mixed feelings about Logan and I don't even want to face him now.I heard him sigh ânerd! You're going to crush a poor teddy bear with the way you're hugging it like that".I immediately came to my senses. âOh shoot! I didn't mean too". This is actually the first gift I've received from someone other than my mom and whether it's from Logan or not I'm going to cherish it.âLogan!ââNerdâWe both said at the same time.I nodded at him " you can go firstâ.He reached his hands to his hair and started messing with them " ummâŚI had so much fun today nerd! If you're down, we can do this againâŚsometime?â.He actually looks cute when he's nervous!.Shit! Don't get swayed by his cuteness Ava, don't!. I reminded myself." Definitely, I had a good time too, thank you Logan for what you did today; I really appreciate itâ. It's true; I never thought that Logan would actually t
Ava's povI woke up early in the morning since I had an early class and a project to do. I was more tempted to skip but I couldn't because it's me. I could lose my scholarship and that is the last thing I want. I took a fast shower then proceeded to get dressed.I put on my jeans and a black hoodie. All these years I've never cared about how I dress or any kind of fashion, I just wear what I feel is comfortable. I cleaned the living room and kitchen. I decided to make a simple breakfast,not wanting to use too many things and cause Logan to lose. I made coffee, bread with sausage. I looked at my watch and it's 8am, only an hour left for my class.Groaning under my breath,I stuffed more bread into my mouth then stumbled out of Logan's apartment and started running to westbridge.About 30 minutes later I reached my class and this was the first time of my life arriving late to my class. It's because I kept daydreaming about all that happened with Logan.âOk! Guys I'll be submitting your
Ava's povLogan's words were still echoing in my mind as I walked to the cafeteria, the sound of the soft click of my sneakers on the tile floor almost comforting in its simplicity. Heâd told me heâd pick me up after practice. Heâd told me. I hadnât even asked. And part of me loved it, the part that wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, he liked spending time with me beyond just our tutoring sessions.I had to shake the thought away. Focus! Focus! on the tutoring. Thatâs what this was about. Helping him with his grades. Nothing more.But then, why did the idea of him picking me up make my heart skip a beat? Why did the idea of spending time with him outside of the classroom have me in a frenzy? Iâd told myself, after our study sessions, after that kiss in the library...the kiss, that we could just go back to normal. Friends. Nothing more. And yet, with each passing moment, the line between what I wanted and what I was willing to admit to myself became blurrier.By the time I reac
Ava's povI was busy doing my project trying to do anything that could get Logan Carter out of my mind. And damn! If it works!It took me a long time to finish my project when I finally decided to get up from a very comfortable couch or my current bed. I rolled my eyes.I still wonder why didn't Logan offer me his spare room all this time I've been here and left me suffering here on this couch? But I can't say anything about his house rules!I went to take a shower. After a quick three-ish minute shower I put on comfortable sweatpants and a hoodie and tied my hair in a ponytail. I was finally hungry, and there's literally nothing to eat here. I don't want to rummage through Logan's kitchen cabinets because first; it's not mine and second; I don't want him to get mad at me nor thinking he finally has a chance to get into my pants.I decided to go to Walmart to buy my own groceries. Upon arriving at Walmart I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my hoodie, the cool air from the AC i
~Ava pov~If someone in the past had told me that Iâd be going to the mall like a normal girl with a boyfriend who treated me like I hung the moon I wouldâve laughed until I cried.But here I was. Saturday afternoon. Wearing real jeans. Not Loganâs shirt. And for once, my mascara wasnât waterproof because I wasnât expecting to cry today.How life changes.âYou need new shoes,â Charlotte declared, arms crossed as we stood outside one of those fancy stores with mannequins. I blinked. âI have shoes.âShe gave me a long, questioning look.âYou have Loganâs slides and four pair of combat boots that look like they fought in two wars.âââŚExcuse you! It's fashionââTheyâre tragic.âI sighed. âFine. But Iâm not spending more thanâŚââGirl, hush. Tristanâs paying.âI stared at her. âWhat? Why would he pay for me?âShe grinned, wicked and proud. â Okay it was Logan, that said that.It was his idea. âGet Ava some proper shoes so she doesnât show up to your birthday dinner looking like an ancient
~Ava's pov~I stared at the man in front of me, my hand still clutching the doorknob like it was the only thing keeping me standing.The silence between us stretched thin. His eyes raked over me judgmental, cold, furious.I shrank back instinctively, pulling Loganâs shirt tighter around me.âReal classy, Ava,â my father sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. âThrowing yourself at the first guy with a bed.âMy stomach twisted painfully.Before I could utter a reply, heavy footsteps approached behind me.Logan.âWho the hell are you?â Loganâs voice was sharp, edged with protectiveness. He moved beside me, wrapping a strong arm around my waist without hesitation, pulling me slightly behind him.My fatherâs lip curled into a sneer.âAnd who the hell are you?â he shot back. âAnother loser sheâs using to pay her bills?âThe words hit harder than I wanted to admit.I flinched, shame flooding through me.I couldn't even believe if this was my father talking before me.Logan stiffened, hi
~Avaâs POV~I wish I couldâve stayed like that forever. Wrapped up in Loganâs arms, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against my ear, his hand lazily drawing circles on my back.It was easy to forget the rest of the world existed when I was with him.I smiled against his bare chest, feeling a strange kind of peace settle over me the kind I hadnât felt in years.My phone buzzed somewhere on the nightstand, vibrating against the table.I groaned, not wanting to move, but Logan chuckled and gave me a playful smack on the hip."Better get that, baby," he said, his voice thick with sleep.I stretched, feeling deliciously sore, and reached over to grab it.Charlotteâs name flashed across the screen.I frowned. Why was she calling so early?Sliding off the bed ignoring Loganâs mocking whine as I stole his warmth I padded across the room. I was dressed in nothing but a pair of Loganâs loose basketball shorts and his t-shirt, which hung almost indecently off one shoulder.My neck tingle
~Loganâs POV~The first thing I became aware of was the warmth.Soft,Sweet., and Familiar.I shifted slightly, blinking against the early morning light leaking through the blinds.And there she was.Curled against my chest, her head tucked under my chin, her arm thrown lazily across my waist like she belonged there.Like she was meant to be there.My heart clenched painfully in my chest.For a long minute, I just stared at her, afraid to even breathe too loud in case it shattered the fragile peace wrapping around us.She was beautiful.More beautiful than anything I deserved.Her hair was a wild mess against the pillow, her cheeks still flushed from the night before, her lips parted slightly as she breathed in slow, even rhythms.I tightened my arm around her instinctively, pulling her even closer.Mine.She was mine!The thought echoed in my head, loud and possessive.She was mine.And nothing⌠I mean no one was going to take her from me.I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lettin
~Logan's POV~The sunlight streamed through the windows of the apartment, but all I could see was her.Still sitting cross-legged on my couch, her hair a messy bun around her head, her eyes were so soft and trusting, even after everything I barely managed to tell her last night.She didn't even freak out as i was expecting. I didnât deserve her.But selfishly, I wasnât going to let her go.I pushed myself off the wall where Iâd been leaning and crossed the room toward her.She smiled up at me, the kind of smile that made the tight knot in my chest loosen just a little. The kind of smile that lit up my whole world."You doing anything later?" I asked, my voice coming out roughly from lack of sleep and too many emotions.Her head tilted slightly. "No... why?"I smirked and sat on the coffee table in front of her, close enough that our knees brushed."After football practice," I said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm taking you out. Proper date. Just you and me
~Avaâs POV~We stood there for a long moment, just breathing the same air, the world outside Loganâs apartment became blurring.Finally, he pulled back, threading his fingers with mine. His touch was hesitant, almost like he was afraid I'd remove my hands if he held on too tightly."Come inside," he said.I nodded and stepped in, letting him close the door behind me. The apartment was dim, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner. Logan led me to the couch and sat down heavily, pulling me down beside him. He stared at the floor for a long moment, his leg bouncing slightly."I don't know where to start," he muttered."Wherever you want," I said softly. "I'm here."He glanced at me,gratitude flickering in his blue eyes."I guess..." He let out a breath. "I guess I should start with my mom."I waited. He rubbed the back of his neck, the way he always did when he was nervous."My mom was the best person I ever knew," he said, voice thick with emotion. "She was...kind. Gent
~Ava pov~The cafeteria buzzed with a lot of noise, voices bouncing off the walls, trays clattering. I sat across from Charlotte, my fingers wrapped around a cold coffee cup, staring blankly at the swirling cream inside.I hadn't taken a single sip.Charlotte was yapping about some group project disaster, but I wasn't listening to her. I was busy lost against the storm in my head.I couldnât stop thinking about last night.What was going on with Logan? Why did he leave like that? The way heâd bolted from the apartment without even meeting my eyes. The haunted look when he returned, hours later. "Okay, you're scaring me now," Charlotte said, dragging me out of my thoughts.She leaned forward, eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong?"I hesitated, the words sticking in my throat.Finally, I set the cup down with a soft clink and whispered, "It's Logan."Charlotte's eyes sharpened immediately. "What happened? Did he cheat on you?!" âWhat? No!" I saidShe frowned âthen what did he do to get
~Loganâs POV~My phone buzzed again.Blocked number.I didnât want to answer it. Every part of me wanted to toss the damn thing into the ocean and go back to cuddling Ava on the bed, pretending like nothing could touch the peace weâd just found.But something in my stomach twisted, cold and sharp.I answered.âLogan,â came a voice I hadnât heard in months, smooth and sharp as broken glass. âGlad you picked up.âMy chest tightened. âWhat the hell do you want, Vincent?âVincent. My fatherâs right-hand man. The guy who delivered threats with a smirk and cleaned up blood without blinking.âIf you donât want to work with your father, thatâs your choice. But heâs thinking about bringing Levi in. And I figured youâd want a heads up.âI froze. âWhat did you just say?ââYou heard me. Levi. Heâs almost twenty one right? Perfect age to start learning the family business.ââWhere is he?â I snapped, already reaching for my jeans. âWhereâs Levi?ââHeâs with your father. Dinner. That place on Riverv
~Avaâs POV~The beach trip ended with more laughter than scandal, thank God. Charlotte and Tristan gave us hell all the way back endless teasing, exaggerated side-eyes, and dramatic sighs every time Logan and I so much as breathed in sync.âYou two seriously need a warning label,â Charlotte huffed as she rolled down the window. âCaution: PDA ahead.âTristan snorted. âForget that. I need bleach for my eyes after walking in on...ââDo not dare to finish that sentence,â I cut in, hiding my burning face in Loganâs shoulder.How can someone be so dramatic? I bet they do more indoors than us,but the way they're overreacting, make them seem like saints.He laughed, rubbing my arm. âStill worth it,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to my hair.When we pulled into the driveway, Charlotte and Tristan practically launched themselves out of the car like it was on fire.âNever again,â Charlotte muttered, slamming the door. âNext trip, weâre getting separate cabins.ââOr a new hotel! cause I don't wan