What the hell?
It gave off an eerie feeling.
Why did she look at me as if I stole something from her?
I was getting a sudden stare from his twin brother. My body was feeling hot that I couldn't move an inch.
"Was she worth it, bro?" asked a grinning Liam.
"I did what she asked," Logan sighed and rubbed his neck, unhappy.
"If you don't want her, I can get it with her," Liam smirked. "I heard she's the Queen Bee of the school. If you were to hit that off, that would increase the popularity rate here."
"Why do I need to be concerned about being popular?" Logan says annoyingly.
"It's not much of a difference back at home. We will rule the school with our fucking good looks. I mean, all the babes here are gorgeous."
That is my cue to leave.
I didn't want to hear these guys talk about getting it with the girls in this school, and I didn't want to be part of it.
I felt my stomach churn from all the lunch that I had eaten. I immediately packed up my stuff, rose off the concrete floor, and began to walk away, hiding the tomato face spreading on my face.
"Hey," I felt my arm tug back and frightened me. "Where do you think you are going? I panicked and swallowed.
I wince at the weight of his hand wrapped around my arm. He took notice of my discomfort and loosened his grip.
"Come on, Logan, don't scare her."
"I'm not scaring her," Logan says softly as he lets me go. "We were disturbing her lunch. Let's go, Liam. You. Stay." He looked and ordered me as if I were a weak puppy complying with what my master had to say. He found it amusing that I obeyed him and lifted a smirk upon his face.
I wanted to say something, but I hugged my bag against my chest as Logan stuck his hands in his jean pockets, turned around, and walked to the door.
"Sorry about my twin." Liam smiled. "He just felt that girl didn't feel right with him, if you know what I mean." He wiggles his brows, then chuckles at my cherry-red face, says goodbye, and follows his twin.
I stood there unsure of what just happened, but it felt like Logan was being a gentleman and not only disturbed my lunch break by bringing girls up here to have sex. He seemed cold at first, but he had a gentle side when he talked to me.
I shook my head.
What the hell am I thinking?
I felt insecure and decided to end my lunch early and head back to spend my days inside the library and hope I don't run into Logan and his brother again inappropriately.
It was almost the end of the day, and I had two more classes. I had myself go to the bathroom, did my business as I heard some girls come inside, and when I was about to flush. A bucket of water poured down on me, and laughter erupted in the whole bathroom, echoing in my ear.
I opened the stall door and stepped out, drenched, facing in front of Paris and her two friends, Brittany and Tiffany. Not twins have a similar name, just like in the movie The Hot Chick.
I inwardly groan, looking at her. She had a full-on smirk of evilness that I'm pretty damn sure was her doing. The bucket they used to cover me with water was used for mopping the floor by the janitor.
They drenched me with dirty water and smelled like it too.
Motherfucking great!
"That is payback for sending me to the principal's office, bitch," Paris snapped, her friends' snickers having fun messing with someone and following the one person half of the females in this school hates. "Not only a curse, but a smelly one too."
She kicked the bucket leaving the woman's restroom, and her friends followed. I stand there, soaked in unsanitary water. My hair and clothes now smell like dirt. I approached the sink and looked at the mirror. I grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted it to release a bit of dirty water, then replaced it with the water from the sink, washing my whole hair until it could no longer smell like the floor and shoes. Digging into my bag, I pulled a packet of traveling shampoo, Sunsilk, that smells like strawberry yogurt, sent by my older cousin, Claire, from England when she visited the Philippines one summer.
Cut through the aluminum-plastic to squeeze the pink soft liquid into my hand and shampooed my hair. After a few minutes of getting my whole hair from the top and bottom roots, rinse with the running water, then let my hair sit drenched. The school doesn't have an eco-friendly hand dryer, and paper towels aren't such a big help. As for my clothes, I never thought I would be covered in mop water because I avoid Paris shenanigans. Still, today I did get into her business when she was talking with the Wolfe twins and had her sent to the principal's office, which is her cause of pouring dirty mop water on me.
Fixing my wet hair into a messy bun, playing with my bangs, then making sure no one would enter the bathroom, I had all my clothes off and started squeezing the mop water out of my clothes. It won't be all gone, but at least I couldn't wear wet clothes to the fifth period. I clutched my clothes one by one, squeezing the water out, when I heard the five-minute bell ring. No time for my clothes to be dry, I had to improvise by rushing to the girl's locker room and pulling out my P.E. uniform. With an extra plastic bag inside my locker, I put my wet clothes inside and ran out, heading towards fifth-period theater, the one class I avoided and hated at the beginning of high school.
I had to take the class, it's a requirement for graduation. It was either a woodshop or theatre. I couldn't do woodshop since I'm not the best in crafts involving woodshop. Besides, I hate sharp objects poking me. The thought of a blade spinning made me think of the car accident.
Before I woke from a coma, I heard Athena talking to the doctors, stating I was covered in window shards in the hazard during the crash and she had to put stitches on the deep ones. So, anything sharp like a blade or broken window shards could make you feel uneasy in the stomach. That is why I wear clothes that cover my body to prevent anyone, including my family, from seeing the scars I left just when I was a little girl. I would have thought that as I grew up, the injuries would go away,, but only a few had stayed, the ones deep inside me to remind me how guilty I am for my parent's death.
I opened the door to theatre class, panting and all eyes were on me in a surprise shock just as the bell rang."Well, Miss Reid, you were right on time," says Mrs. Bloomfield. "But, I prefer to have all my students before the warning bell. Giving you the heads up in case you forget.""I'm sorry, Mrs. Bloomfield," lowering my head, avoiding the eyes from the students including myself in a shock when I spot the Wolfe twins sitting next to my chair—not going to ask for a seat change, I grabbed my seat."Miss Reid, why are you wearing your P.E clothes? This is theatre. We don't play sports here, only art," she asked me with her eyebrow raise after I took my seat. Then the whole class chuckles, making me lower myself."They got...accidentally soaked," I replied softly but able to say a lot for everyone to hear."Oh, okay, well, next time, bring extra clothes." Mrs. Bloomfield opened her mouth to ask another question but didn't bother to say anything, then clap her hands together to get the
Once at the nurse's office, Logan had told Mrs. Smith, the primary nurse of the school, a woman in her late forties had examined my health and said to us that it was just a tempory cough from not breathing correctly and told me I could go back to class, but I asked her if I can stay here for a while which she didn't decline. Mrs. Smith then told us she would be out doing errands for a minute. Then she grabbed her car keys and left the office. And it just became the two of us alone.I sat on the bed provided for students to lie down. I held my stomach and looking down watching the ceramic floor.It was entirely for a second between Logan and me, but then he started to break that silence by asking me the same questions just minutes ago. I ignored him."So, you are not going to tell me why you are covered in scars?Silence is what I can give him. I hugged my arms as well hiding the visible scars that can be seen from afar. How can I be so stupid not to wear something before I put on my P
"Effie?" Athena banged my door, and her voice muffled behind it. "Time to get up. You are going to be late."I pulled the covers over my head, hiding under them, then called back. "I don't want to."I could sense my sister's shock by my free voice, then banged the door again. "Effie, what is wrong?" I didn't answer, but my silence won't let my sister leave. "Aphrodite Catherine Reid, you open this damn door!"I let her hit my door several times, ignoring her calling my full name. Then I heard another door close outside my room. "What is wrong? Why are you so loud?""Something is wrong with Effie," my sister replied to Ares."She is probably not feeling well. Let the girl take a break from school, you ghoul.""That is not it. I heard her voice.""You what?!" the loud bangs on my door grew louder and faster, and I knew it was coming from Ares. "Effie, open the door!" His voice panicked.I inwardly rolled my eyes and grunted.My older siblings know I don't respond to them in the morning
"You okay?" I opened my eyes and looked up at the voice to see a man with dark hair, a little long but not as long as Logan's as dark blue eyes staring down at me. He had a tank shirt in white, revealing his muscle pack arms with multiple tattoos, which he's using to carry my wedding style. Panic and humiliated, I duck my head lower from him. Then his chest rumbled in laughter. "You are a tiny thing, aren't you, princess." "Seth, what the hell are you doing?" Another deep male voice from the house made me cringe at this guy's name. Seth then paused. "Who's this?" "Oh, I caught a cat trying to climb the tree, which happens to be a fairy," joked Seth as he turned around to face the other guy. "Can we keep her?" "No, can you put her down because I could tell you are scaring her," said the other guy when I got the look to see he also has the same features as Seth. "I'm not scaring her; you were the one coming at me like a giant bear ready to eat her," Seth laughed, making the other guy
I'm sitting on the bed inside the room of Logan Wolfe.I'm shaking out of my wits here. Just a few minutes ago, I was bawling in front of four brothers who had heard and seen everything that had been going on with my miserable life, and that is something I shouldn't be revealed in front of others.My brain is always searching around the room, making myself aware of the inside chamber of a boy. I've been inside Ares room once when I was looking for my iPhone because apparently, he broke his during a fight with some guy at the bar and destroyed his phone in the process, so Athena and I had to take turns letting him use our phones until he received the replacement.Ares's room was different than Logan's - entirely different. But, the one thing that separates my brother and Logan's room is that clothes surround his place. It's a total mess because he goes to work early, then comes home late or the next day, so he doesn't have time to organize. Athena would have to pick up his dirty clothe
"Shit!" He hissed as he got off the bed and rubbed his forehead. "What the hell?""I'm sorry, I shouldn't be doing this. Don't you have a girlfriend or someone you have benefits with because I'm not that type of girl to be played with," I freaked out and limped my way off his bed, heading towards the door when he caught me by the wrist, stopping me from leaving?"Wait, Aphrodite, just listen-" he was cut off when I heard voices downstairs. A man and woman, and I recognize the female voice anywhere.I let my wrist go from Logan's grip, headed out his door, and made my way down the stairs when I slowly heard my sister's voice coming from the family room. I ran over there and saw Thea sitting on a guy's lap who looked similar to Logan's and his brother's, but his head was shaved off but had a rough mustache and beard with the same pair of blue eyes. I'm guessing this is the guy Don mentioned calling. Rex has the same matching tribal tattoo on his right arm. Looking at how macho and older
The next day when I came back from my fake illness, I considered that day the best day because an angel encountered me. And that angel came by my locker again today. "Aphrodite?" I was surprised by a sudden voice that had me speaking a bit, thinking it was Logan. I know that's not his voice. I was expecting to start another day this morning, but as I closed my locker and faced the person behind it, I was stunned. Paul Walker My ass. I wish it's possible, but Paul is in a better place now, and even if we're still alive and had a son who looks just like him, then I wouldn't be joking around - but he has a brother. Although, he wouldn't be a high school student. No, the person talking to me was my high school's pretty boy, top of his class and overachiever, not to mention Paris's boyfriend, Clark Mason. "H-hi-h-hi..." I was stammering and stuttering. I think both are the same expression I'm giving off Clark, and he's looking at me as if I'm having a seizure. I mean, it's Clark Mas
It's been a long time since I could talk to someone and nothing happened to her. I worried that she would get hurt if she got too close to my personal space. I let people out of my life, expecting them to ignore me. But, the only people that had somehow cracked a hole in my invisible wall were Logan and Lily.I hope everything between Lily and me isn't going too fast that we would hang out now that she talked to me."Hey, can I have your number?"I looked at her and told her, "No.""What? Oh, come on." She whined. "Don't be so cruel. I thought we were friends here.""We are," I admitted, re-reading the lines."Then why can't you give me your number?'"Because it's broken, my replacement won't arrive until tomorrow," I told her. After Hurricane Athena ended, I had to call for a replacement, and luckily we have insurance in case something would give the carrier to provide us with a brand new phone. But, it doesn't arrive until tomorrow morning. I'm stuck being phone-less."Oh, then I ca