"Funny game.""No idea what you're talking about."I brushed the hair away."I don't tell you the business I have here so you pull that stunt to mess with me?""Did I?"I blinked my lips in feigned shock. "I'm appalled you think such lowly of me."I added in a high-pitched tone. "I would never."His tone was the opposite. So serious. "What do you want? Your second chit, or to get me here so you could have a third?""Huh, I wasn't thinking that way, but now that you mention it, I do hear some voices down the hall."He pretended to peek outside and I covered my lips as I started laughing."You think you're so funny.""Judging by your uncontrollable laughter, I'll say I try""Uncontrollable?"I wasn't pretending to be shocked now. "What do you want Logan? This distracting technique isn't working so well.""I'm very creative when it comes to distraction. You wouldn't have any problems shutting that brain of yours."I can't dispute that."Logan.""And I'll be getting you back for that
MIAThe bell rings in three and I'm throating a man's dick. All Fridays are like this. Casual blow jobs in classrooms, I revel in it, especially loving how those hazel eyes darken and he fists my hair, holding my place and I take all of him, my eyes threatening to spill tears as they struggle to maintain the intense gaze.Yeah, I'll lock that memory away for later.****"I made it back on time!"I sound a bit squeaky, wiping my mouth's edge with a napkin. My sandwich was neatly packed in the bag.And then the bell sounds."Fuck.""Ugh, I can eat in geography."I folded the bag and stuffed it into my backpack watching everyone else clean up their leftovers while my stomach rumbled. On a side note, Logan didn't last long at all. "We need to talk."The twins walked ahead and I was shoved into a restroom."Right behind you guys!""Am I being kidnapped?""Don't. You weren't meeting up with Nick or getting ketchup packets.""W-What?""Why would you even think that?""Because Tony texted
MIA"You're gonna want to know my name before you leave."The meaning of his words doesn't pass by me. I tug my tights forcefully over my hips."Nope. I'm good, Thanks."A mockery of those exact words from last night tunes in my head."Logan."I roll my eyes, reaching and clasping my bra then taking my phone to check my notifications. Ten missed calls. All from Nick. I'm so screwed."Jackson."He adds cooly. The breeze from the window causes my teeth to shake. "My name is Logan Jackson." He completes.My brain is fried. I swerved harshly and my head throbs in pain. No way in hell. I cannot be that unlucky. My eyes are begging for him to take those words back, but he sits at the edge of the bed, his presence filling the room, his eyes unrelenting as they meet mine. Fuck my whole life. At that moment, I do what any self-respecting girl would, I bolt out through the door."Logan Jackson."The name burns at the tip of my tongue.Please tell me I didn't just sleep with my boyfriend's brot
MIANINE HOURS EARLIER "It's a red flag if you hit on me minutes after watching another guy try to get handsy.""I just need someone to talk to."He doesn't reek of alcohol, or maybe whatever cologne he wears masks it well. His scent invades my nostrils. We reach the end of the bar and grab a stool. "Glad to know you're not trying to get into my pants then.""Who said I wasn't trying."His smirk screams temptation and I should run. Flirting in a bar, drunk, and aching is not a good idea. I should leave now. Find Maya and go."Tell me about yourself."He cuts my turmoil. Is it sad that no one truly asked? Nick and I grew up together, so he knew me. Or so he thought, I never got the talking stage with him. For most, they've had it too many times it became predictable, I just needed the first experience.Cute. Projecting your insecurities on a stranger."I should find my friend. It's getting late. I grabbed my phone to leave. ""Don't I get a name?""You first."I answered, pausing for
MIAPRESENT"Let me just say Walter was amazing."I emptied a glass of juice down my throat, catching my best friend free fall on the couch next to me. Quite the dramatics.Dad and Gianna return on Sunday, twenty-four more hours of peace, excluding my best friend over here."Who's Walter again?"I croaked, my throat remaining dry even after three cups. "The sexy bartender. Ugh."She shook her head. "Photographic memory my ass.""Where did you run off to? I missed a few of your calls, I was too busy...""Don't consider finishing that sentence, please. For my mental health."She bit her lips, giggling with my legs hanging off the couch. "But seriously, I got worried."I reached for another glass as the words formed in my head."Oh, I was nowhere. Just a few rooms down and having my boyfriend's possible brother's face buried between my legs, screaming, begging for more then running out like a coward this morning before I could confirm if they're related. Possibly since I have no intenti
MIA Crestwood High. Ranked top five in the state of Michigan. It's well, a high school, as you'd imagine. Nothing so fancy, but every school has its differences, and with Crestwood, everyone is exactly as they seem. Until they're not.The Nerds who are just people smarter than the rest of us then punished for it because they don't 'fit in' to our usual standards of typical dumbness. The popular kids were lucky enough to be born into a rich family, so they decided they were better than everyone else. I mean, they are. But still. The in-betweens. Average grades. Not so popular, but most people recognize their names. They get called out once in a while and attend a few parties. Then others just exist. They go to class and stroll through the hallway, but they can't fit into a place. They're invisible to everyone else. Which brings us to me. Am I popular? Dating the quarterback sort of gives you that by default. Was I a nerd? I cried when I got less than a 90 on a test, so maybe.Then
MIAAnother reason I wish Maya hadn't worked out everything in seconds. She's a smooth talker, which meant Nick was getting into a confrontation eventually. It also meant my poker face game was getting worse, but we'll worry about that later."Thank you, girls. Do you have any plans for the evening?""Even if we did, Mr Dawson, I doubt you'd know about it. Mia tends to startle us all."She bobbed her head as though a magnificent realization had just been made. "Maya!""What? Don't we all know?"Dad glanced past all three of us. "I do."Logan quips at the end. His presence is unnoticed.That's a lie. All I can smell is him. "Of course you do."Maya snorts. I may have found someone she dislikes more than Max. "I get the impression that you're hardly wrong, so yeah I do."Her smile is radiant. One compliment and she's grounded. "It's Monday, Dad. I'm headed home and going through a few readings.""I'm behind on a few case files from my last trip, so I was hoping you could tour the ho
MIA "How could you do that?"Both doors slammed as Maya and I got into the car. "He's like 29. It'd be crossing a few things off the bucket list, but not now. I did that for the plot."She winked, searching for keys in her pocket. "That's not what I meant. You left me alone with him!""Oh sweet Mia, that wasn't your main character moment. You'll know it when you see it."Her nonchalant self might as well earn a smack on the head. For now, I'll let it slide. I snort as we fasten seat belts. "Plus he was hardly a threat. He seemed like such an innocent soul. A good judge of character if you ask me."She bobs her head, pursing her lips in contentment. "I doubt it. He was with me. The slut who was willing to fuck him despite dating his brother."She sputtered the engine, swerving her head to glare. "The only dignified slut in the room here is me. Don't compete when you don't compare"A half grin formed on my face. Only Maya would think a slutty competition was worth it. "And you're