All Chapters of Logan (Book 1): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"So?""So?" I slurped my Pepsi that was running out so. Instead, I made noises and then popped a cold french fries into my mouth."You didn't want to go."I eyed Lily while she stared at me. I sighed. "No, and why should I go?""Because of it, the beach and one of the hotspots for hookups."My heart clenches.I laid my head on the floater, placing my drink back in the cup holder as I relaxed in Lily's pool. "Says who?"Lily scoffed. "Said the Internet. Aren't you worried?""Why should I be? It's his choice." I let my fingers feel the fresh water on this hectic day.California can be bipolar sometimes, and since it's almost November, I wasn't sure if I stay home cozy watching Netflix movies or wear a two-piece white microkini bikini I bought. But never worn it in my life because my boobs are not large enough, but it makes my ass look big. But also because of my scars. Few were faint, but others were visible, so wearing it to the beach was no good. Plus, I had no time to buy new ones, a

As the days went by fast, Friday arrived, and it was already the weekend. Yesterday was awkward because every student did nothing but stare at me all day. As if they don't have a life to concentrate on, then glare at me. Rumors spread fast, like high-speed internet. I couldn't tolerate the staring and whispering. The problem was that they heard what I did with Paris.It seems that the janitor was at the scene but couldn't do anything but watch the show as if he didn't need to pay per view. Then he had to tell the lunch ladies; then they told Mrs. Smith; the school nurse said Jordan while tutoring a student, so that is where the contamination suspect started to spread the news to other students.Some say I held Paris with one hand around her neck. Others say I used a belt to give her a good torment like BDSM as if I would do that to Paris. Students have strange, vivid imaginations, and I ignored them. Adding to my news, Heather doesn't go to our school anymore. After the incident, Clar

"Effie, are you ready? Everybody is going to be here. What are you doing up there?"I groaned.I rather stay in my room and go out like this. What is Lily thinking?After hearing Athena's voice, I kept my mouth shut, staring at the mirror, looking face to face wearing something too formal and not my style. Of course, my sister had the idea of turning my birthday party into a prom theme because she didn't get to go, and Ares snuck his way to meet up with his date after his suspension for fighting. He was lucky. Ares wasn't expelled when Coach Kelly hadn't caught his ass.While shopping for lingerie, I got a text from Athena telling me if a prom theme was okay for my birthday. I hated celebrating my birthday because it was my birth date and my parents' loss. Since Athena brought Ares and me back home, we never celebrated my birthday on the exact date. It's too painful.Turning eighteen is a big thing for a girl, especially if you have Filipino blood in you, then it's imperative. Mom wou

"Am I late?" He smiled.I grinned. "No, you are just in time. Come in."He thanked me for looking nervous and went inside. "This is for you."Clark handed me a gift bag, and when I looked inside, I couldn't help but be over joy."There this new store at the mall called BoxLunch has these cool things like Pokémon, Sailor Moon, Avengers, basically another Hot Topic. I asked Lily what you like, and she said you are starting to collect Funko Pop figurines, so I got you some."There were tiny boxes inside the bag, and I pulled out a Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece that I love so much a Funko Pop figure, and I smiled. "Thank you, Clark. I love it.""Hope none of them you already have?""No, Lily bought eleven of these but Sailor Moon characters for me.""Wow," his eyes grew wide. "Does she know these aren't cheap?""Yeah, but she didn't know what to choose to get for me.""I see.""Thanks again, and thanks for coming." I hugged him."Thanks for inviting me.""Who the fuck invited you?"As so

I was a target from Paris pranks yesterday. It wasn't dirty water this time but nasty words on my desk with permanent black ink that said "SLUT" or "BITCH" or someone spelled "whore" wrong. It was written as "HORE." I don't even think about who wrote their elementary school spelling on my desk. This wasn't the first time Paris and her friends had destroyed my desk. It's probably their fiftieth time ruining the desk, and I would have to go to the school storage room to get myself a new one. Then today, my gym locker was unlocked like someone used a cutting tool to break the lock and stole my P.E. uniform. It didn't take long when I spotted my clothes in the trash; I came prepared when I went to the cashier's office and got a new lock and a new P.E. uniform that had already been paid for when something like this happened. I sighed. I do not have my week.Paris has been secretly harassing me, and I will ignore her pitiful and stupid games like I always do. All her pranks were overrate