All Chapters of Against the rules : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ava’s POV I had barely taken a sip of my morning coffee when a loud, insistent knock echoed through Logan’s 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. “You expecting someone, nerd?” I set my cup down with a sigh, rubbing my temples. “Unfortunately.” He nodded, then continued scrolling his phone. Guess he isn't as angry as I expected him to be The knocking grew more aggressive. “Jesus, are they trying to break the door down?” 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. Brian’s sharp blue eyes landed on me, narrowing inst

Ava’s POV I didn’t know where we were going, and honestly, I didn’t care. After spending the afternoon trapped under my siblings’ judgmental gazes, insults and everything. Anything was better than staying in Logan’s 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. “Bowling?” He smirked, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Yeah, nerd, bowling. Have you ever been?” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Of course I have.” That was a lie. I had seen people bowl, sure, but actually playing? Not so much. Logan’s smirk widened as he saw right through me. “Right… let’s go then.” I 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 refl

Ava's pov I 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 and 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 and bread with sausage. I looked at my watch, and it's 8 am, only an hour left for my class. Groaning under my breath, I stuffed more bread into my mouth and 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 in my life that I arrived late to my class. It's because I kept daydreaming about all that happened with Logan. “Ok!

Ava's pov I 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 Logan didn't 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 or think 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, and the cool air from t

Ava's pov After the Logan incident yesterday, I didn't want to face him at all. So I avoided him at all costs. The next morning, I didn't have any morning class, Tristan and Charlotte wasted no time in helping me search for part-time jobs. Charlotte had practically forced me out of my bed, dragging me along as she and Tristan made calls to people they're familiar with, checking job postings, and even walking me through every cafe, bookstore, and retail store that was close by. “Okay, hear me out," Charlotte said as we strolled around the town. “Ava, you should totally work at that cosy little bookstore near my place. It's quiet, you love books, and best of all, no perverts or rude customers". I sighed,” I doubt they're hiring, I didn't see any post about hiring". I turned to them,” but thanks for the effort, guys, you've no idea how much you've helped me". Tristan suddenly pointed to a small diner across the street. It was not bigger but had a lot of customers. " That place has a ’