Lahat ng Kabanata ng Against the rules : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

~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 in the storm in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. What was going on with Logan? Why did he leave like that? The way he’d 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?!" “What? No!" I said She frowned “Then what did he d

~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 didn’t deserve her. But selfishly, I wasn’t going to let her go. I pushed myself off the wall where I’d 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 yo

~Ava’s POV~ I wish I could’ve stayed like that forever. Wrapped up in Logan’s 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 hadn’t 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. Charlotte’s name flashed across the screen. I frowned. Why was she calling so early? Sliding off the bed, ignoring Logan’s mocking whine as I stole his warmth, I padded across the room. I was dressed in nothing but a pair of Logan’s loose basketball shorts and his t-shirt, which hung almost indecently off one shoulder. My

~Ava pov~ If someone in the past had told me that I’d be going to the mall like a normal girl with a boyfriend who treated me like I hung the moon, I would’ve laughed until I cried. But here I was. Saturday afternoon. Wearing real jeans. Not Logan’s shirt. And for once, my mascara wasn’t waterproof because I wasn’t expecting to cry today. How life changes. “You need new shoes,” Charlotte declared, arms crossed as we stood outside one of those fancy stores with mannequins. I blinked. “I have shoes.” She gave me a long, questioning look. “You have Logan’s slides and four pairs of combat boots that look like they fought in two wars.” “…Excuse you! It's fashion” “They’re tragic.” I sighed. “Fine. But I’m not spending more than…” “Girl, hush. Tristan’s paying.” I stared at her. “What? Why would he pay for me?” She grinned, wicked and proud. “ Okay, it was Logan who said that. It was his idea. ‘Get Ava some proper shoes so she doesn’t show up to your birthday dinner looking lik

~Ava’s pov~ Today was a bit boring. No Charlotte in sight as she was busy with Tristan. No, Logan and I miss him a lot. Even though he's coming back today, I couldn't help but be lonely. The diner felt too quiet without the lunch chaos, and I was just finishing up a refill run when I heard the bell above the door jingle. I turned, expecting a customer and froze. Logan. Tall, broad, in his usual Titans hoodie and backward cap, looking like he hadn’t just spent the last two days tackling people in another town. His hazel eyes locked on mine the second he spotted me. And just like that, I forgot how to hold a soda pitcher properly. Sometimes I wonder, why does he have that hold on me? Sometimes I completely forget everything around me as my eyes lock with him. “You’re back early,” I said excitedly, my heart skipping. He shrugged like it was no big deal. “Coach cut us loose after the game. Thought I’d surprise you.” “You did,” I said, setting the pitcher down before I dropped it.