Loathing Logan (COMPLETE )

My Girl

Sophie

I woke up as the glimpse of light from a new day crept through my window. I lay on his chest. His chest softly moved up and down, followed by faint snores. 

I giggled as I heard his snores and ran my hand along with his nose and lips. He smiled while his eyes kept closed. He sighed and grunted a little, tightening his hand he held around my waist. I turned my body to see the time, it was barely 6 in the morning. We had plenty of time to get ready for school.

I turned and placed both hands, crossing them on top of his chest. His arm was above his head, tucked behind his head, giving me a perfect view of the inside of his tattoo. It was an engraving that said 'She's the beauty that calms the beast in me.'

I smiled, running my hands through the wrinkled sheer that covered his fresh tattoo. I wanted to look at the rest and I slowly ran my hand over his arm. Running my fingers in a feather-like motion across his arm, making him grunt in return.

He sighed, pulling his hand down and pulling me completely on top of him as he went back to sleep. He covered me with the blanket and placed his arms around me, hugging me tightly. I was trying to be as careful as possible so I wouldn't wake him up, so I steadied my hands against his chest and placed my head down until I was sure he'd fallen back asleep.

When he began to snore lightly again, I raised my head and uncovered his arm slowly. I glanced at the tattoo. My mouth gawked openly at how beautiful his tattoo was. It was a picture of a wolf and a girl. The girl had a pair of broken glasses on the bottom, making her own eyes seem more beautiful.

I slowly ran my hand over it. My eyes examined every detail. My fingers outlined the features of his new tattoo. I was so intrigued with his tattoo, I hadn't realized he had stopped snoring. The pressure of my body leaning forward to see his tattoo had probably made him uncomfortable and woken him up.

I glanced at him and smiled awkwardly as I realized he was looking at me with a serious face. I swayed my hair back, but some of my hair fell in front of my face covering the right side of my face. He grunted, tightening his grip on my waist. I narrowed my eyes in confusion and smirked sideways, placing my hands on his chest.

"Hi," I said as I tried to move again, but again, he held me tight, grunting, making me stay in place.

"Logan?" I said sternly, narrowing my eyes sheepishly.

"Don't. Don't move. Just . . . . give me a minute." He said with a grunt, his voice sounding extremely husky and low.

"What? Why? What's going. . . . oh" Realization hit as I moved my knee to the side. His bulge pressed against me and I suddenly felt embarrassed. I didn't know what to do. Should I stay and give him a minute? I wanted to jump off and move away before anything else happened, but my body betrayed me. I stayed paralyzed in place. I slowly traced my fingers against his neckline and lips. 

He grunted, closing his eyes. "f**k. Don't do that Soph." He said as he raised his chest forward.

"What? This?" I said as I ran my fingers across his chest and back to his neckline, slowly tracing his neck and to his jawline. He grunted again flipping our position

"You asked for it." He said, hovering over me. Placing his hands on opposite sides of my head and nibbling on my neck made me giggle. I shrugged my neck but he gripped me tight, keeping me from moving anywhere. I had to keep in mind that Troy and his grandma were just a floor down and I didn't want to wake them. 

I squealed, biting my lip to muffle my giggles from sounding too loud. He continued to do that, making me giggle uncontrollably. He parted my legs unconsciously, placing himself in between my legs, and tickled my stomach. "Logan, stop. Please! I'm sorry, ok? I won't tickle you like that again. " I said through giggles in a whispered tone. He continued making me giggle.

Soon, he stopped. He looked at me softly, his body prompt on top of me resting on his hands to hold his weight over me. We locked eyesight with me, and I suddenly felt my heartbeat in my ears. Sparks ran through my body as he slowly closed the gap between us. He kissed me slowly, I ran my hands across his chest and slowly traced them around his neck.

Our kiss heated rapidly and before I knew it, we both had become turned on. He was making me feel things no other man had ever made me feel. A feeling I had heard Lexie talk about when she first had a boyfriend. A feeling I have heard other girls talk about, but had never experienced until now. 

It was a need of lust, of passion, I needed to feel more, but I was scared. He pressed himself against me, making me feel myself throb. I began getting wet and the more he did it, the more I felt turned on, wetter, throbbing with need. A need for him. 

"Logan," I said as he kissed my neck lustfully, running his hands, roaming my body. "Fuck." I uttered out in a whisper. He grunted as he ran his hand slowly across the panty line and lower, realizing I was completely wet. He bit my lip, running his hand slowly up and down against me. A moan escaped me as I felt his hand over my underwear.

It was a new feeling for me. A new experience, but would I let him go any further. I thought I would panic, but I didn't. . I wanted this. I wanted him. 

He kissed me sternly and sucked on my neck, but, he suddenly stopped and got off the bed. It startled me, making me raise my body, my hands resting on the bed to support my body.

"Logan?" My voice was erratic, he faced the opposite side of me, giving me a glimpse of his back. He ran his hands through his face and gripped his hair.

"I'm sorry Sophie. I- I went too far. I'm sorry. I promise it will never happen again. . . . f**k! I'm such an idiot." He said in a low tone, unwilling to look at me. 

"Logan," I whispered, I gripped my duvet and threw it off me, standing to my feet as I embraced him. My chest and face rested on his back and his hands kept covering his face.

"I mean it, Sophie. I'm so sorry. I'm such an i***t. I should have never touched you like that. . . . . I don't blame you if you never want to speak to me again." His voice quivered and I could hear his heart beating a million per second.

" Logan, stop. You're not an idiot." I said as I continued to hug him. He pulled my arms slowly and turned to face me, hugging me tight and placing my head on his chest. 

"Sophie I don't want you to have the wrong idea of me. I have been working so hard to impress you! And I just f****d it up with this. I'm sorry."

"Logan stop. Look, let's just forget it happened, ok? I don't want anything changing between us. I care a lot about you Logan. And, I really- like you too. Can we just, forget what just happen and remain things as they were?" He looks at me and sighs. 

"How can you be so perfect Sophie? I don't deserve you. You're so beautiful." He says as he closes his eyes, grabbing my hands and kissing them. 

"I'm such a f*****g idiot." He whispered again. I laugh and nod my head, "Yeah, you're an i***t. But you're my i***t. And I wouldn't want it any other way." I say as he chuckles and hugs me tight.

******

Things began to change drastically after that morning. Whether I liked to face the facts or not, Logan and I were becoming more than friends.

Though we still had arguments here and there over silly stuff, and we constantly pranked each other, it was different now. I didn't see it as him pranking me, rather he did things to make me laugh.

It was a bit awkward the first few days, but we soon got back to normal. Though, we did begin to be more comfortable with each other. We began hanging out more frequently inside and out of school. But! We avoided the same scenario as that morning in my room.

The next few weeks were special. He'd surprise me now and then by invading my locker. Yes, you heard me right! He somehow got my locker combination and would now and then, place things inside for me. The only person that knew my combination was Troy, so my bet was he gave my locker combination to Logan.

Sometimes it was a simple Starbucks coffee with a ribbon and a note saying 'drink up buttercup' or a bag of my favorite chips, and a soda for me to eat while I waited for him while he was still in practice. 

But the most special ones, was when he'd leave me a rose, or a gift bag full of my favorite chocolates, perfectly decorated with colorful paper and confetti. 

My favorite, was when he somehow managed to stuff a huge teddy bear inside, with a note that . . . well, I won't get into that. But let's say in almost every note he left, he would write the same question. . . will you be my girl. The time he stuffed the teddy bear, he made me a special USB with a bunch of songs for me to listen to.

They were all songs he and I would listen to while we would study. 

It was getting harder for me to keep him off my lips. Not that I'm complaining, as I said. . . he is an amazing kisser. But we would stop soon as he or I, would feel it was getting too heated.

Because his aunt and his mom were boosting their catering business, we would have to study in his room. Studying in my house was completely out of the question, both of my brothers idolize him. We would only study in my house when my parents were away because Grandma Michaelson was a woman my brothers did not want to mess with, giving us space to get work done.

We would not get any studying done in my house if she wasn't there. 

When mom was the one home, they would both bombard him with questions about football and video games. 

Boys?Seriously!! The three would somehow end up playing video games all night instead of letting Logan work with me on our project, the worst was when Steven or Troy would join the game. They'd take all of his attention. Then at night time, mom would make them stay for dinner, and we'd watch movies until they had to go home.

Mrs. McGee had announced to us that she needed to see an outline of the progress we had on our project. Luckily, Troy and Logan had started to get along, so Troy had let us borrow his old work. We got an idea of what to do thanks to reviewing his outline, the outline she had given us was far too confusing.

It was near the time she had told us to have it done, but we didn't worry because we had the whole thing finished.

Today, we will be going over the last details so we can show Mrs. McGee what we have so far in the morning.

By the way, Logan's birthday was coming up in just a few days. I wanted to make something special for him. I had no clue what to get for him, but the harder I thought, the less I had an idea of what to get him. I had told him I was going to meet him at his house to look over the last details for tomorrow's class instead of waiting for him to end the practice. He pouted trying to convince me to wait, luckily, Meghan stopped him and told him she'd be with me. 

He stuck his tongue out at her and grunted, but he caved in at the end and agreed to meet us at his house after practice.

Meghan was excited to tag along. Troy volunteered to take Meghan and me to the mall. Meghan had texted Ashley and she replied saying she wanted to come with us. . . . So, I guess now it's Troy tagging along with three girls.

We got in Troy's car and drove off to pick up Ashley. She was super excited when we picked her up from her house since her school is closer to her home than our school. 

When we got to the mall, Troy kissed my cheek and said he was in no way going to be stuck with three girls. So, he left to play at the arcade while we shopped.

What had started as a hunt for the perfect gift for Logan, ended in a shopping spree for Ashley and Meghan. The two were a blast to hang out with. They made me laugh so much. But the question kept surging forward, both asking why Logan and I were not a couple, since we both seemed to act like one already anyway.

It made my heart sink. I honestly didn't have the answer either. I don't know why I kept pushing it off. I liked him, and it was evident he wanted me as his girlfriend. I guess it was just my fear of getting hurt that kept me from saying yes.

When I was ready to give up, seeing I wasn't finding anything for him, we came across the music store. I remember he had been trying to find a victrola for all his music records. He had broken his old one during a party that Ashley had for her and her friends a few weeks back.

Since he was always practicing or with me, he hadn't taken time to shop fr a new one. I had the USB he made me in hand, and I wanted to ask if they might have recorded the music in the USB onto a record for him.

We made our way in and chatted with the guys inside. One of the guys worked for a record company and was more than pleased to help me. I gave him the USB and bought a victrola for Logan. The victrola was a little heavy to carry, luckily the guy said they had delivery so I went with that.

When we were set to go, Meghan and Ashley pulled me into victoria's secret to buy new perfumes.

I glanced at the pretty lingerie they had. My face turned red when one of the girls that worked there asked if I was looking for something sexy for my boyfriend.

Of course, Meghan and Ashley giggled in the back. I told her I was just browsing and tried to walk out, but the girls refused to let me out.

"Oh come on Sophie! You gotta be a little more savage and less timid hon." Meghan said as she pulled me towards the more naughty-looking ones. I rolled my eyes and grunted, protesting to her words.

"No. That is. . . no. I would not look good in that. I'll stick to my cotton undies thank you!" Ashley giggled and grabbed a few pieces observing them.

"Come on Sophie. Meghan has a point. I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't want to know if you and my brother. . .eww. But there's no reason why you can't wear these." 

"And why should I? What's wrong with the ones I wear?" 

That's when I heard Troy who had been looking for us fr the last fifteen minutes. "Because it will make you feel sexy. There's nothing wrong with a woman trying t feel sexy Soph. Wearing lingerie doesn't mean anything bad. It just makes you feel sexier, more assured of yourself. I think you would look sexy as hell in some of these." He said as he crossed his hands over his chest.

The girls didn't know he was gay, but this coming from his point of view made me feel a bit more secure of myself. I grabbed a few, looked over them, and decided on buying some after all. I was clueless on what kind to get, so with the help of one of the ladies, I grabbed a few sets and perfume for myself as well.

When he dropped us off at Logan's house, I had to take my bags along with me since Logan was taking me home. I just hoped he wouldn't get nosy and look through my bags.

****

We made our way in and said hi to his mom and aunt. His mom came and hugged me, cupping my face and kissing my cheek.

"Hi, sweety. Logan is already home. He should be in his room. Would you guy mind studying up there again? We have a whole menu to look over for this weekend. My kitchen is going to be a mess in just a few minutes. You two girls."She said towards Ashley and Meghan. I smiled and nodded my head. 

"Ok. I'll let him know we need to stay out of your way. Call us if you need help. I don't mind helping." I said as I made my way up to his room.

She smiled and went back to the kitchen with her sister. 

I made my way to his room, opening the door and going inside. He sat at his bed, putting on his socks. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. He had black sweatpants on and a hoodie. His hair was still wet and flaunted a bright smile.

"Hey handsome," I said as I went in and placed my bags on the floor, and threw my bag next to them.

"Hey, beautiful." He answered getting up and hugging me from behind. He kissed my cheek and rocked his body from side to side with me.

"What you got there?" He asked glancing at the bags. "Uh, nothing. Just. . . girl stuff." I said, nervous that he'd see the stuff I got. 

He leaned down and grabbed the bag and walked towards the bed."Hey! That's mine." I said protesting as he held the bag over his head so I couldn't reach it.

He giggled and sat on the bed. "Logan, no. Don't open it." I squealed closing my eyes and covering my face with my hands.

He chuckled and nodded his head. "What could you possibly have in here that's so embarrassing you don't want me to see? Come on Soph. . . I thought we were friends?"

"We are. But that's mine. I don't want you to see it." 

"Too late." He taunted as he brought one of the garments out. He giggled as his hand went in but soon became silent. His eyes examined it slightly and then looked at me silently.

He slowly placed it back and gave it back to me. "I um. . . .those are pretty Soph. I'm sure you will look beautiful in them." He said softly and got up, running his hand through his hair and placing his other hand on his hip. The veins in his arms and neck engorged. He clenched his jaw and cleared his throat. 

"Thanks," I said softly and placed the bag back on the same spot.

"Sophie?" He said slowly as he trailed his arms around me softly.

I smiled and embraced the feel of his arms. He had gone back a few times to the same tattoo parlor, getting his tattoo filled in with ink. 

"Yeah," I whispered as my eyes glanced over his ink. 

"Be my girl." He whispered. I looked at him, thinking of all that we have been through in just these two months. There hadn't been a day where he didn't ask me that same question.

I looked at him in his eyes and smiled. His eyes softened expecting the awaited response he always hears and closes his eyes.

I thought of Meghan and Ashley's words. I thought of all the simple little details he has done for me. Every day doing something to make me smile, making me feel special, let me know I meant something to him.

He sighed burying his head in my neck and inhaling the scent of my hair. . .a habit of his to do that, often.

My heart skipped at a million per second, and the butterflies in my stomach that have not seized since the first kiss. I sighed and whispered."Yes."

He undid our embrace suddenly, looking at me with his eyes wide in shock and a big smile on his face. "What?" He asked making me chuckle.

"I said yes," I said with a smile. He claimed my lips vigorously and lifted me, making me wrap my legs around him as he spun us around.

I held on to him tight and kissed him back sternly. I could feel a bright smile on his face. 

He slowly placed me down, cupping my face and placing his forehead against mine. "Are you serious? You're not just saying it as a joke, right? You did say yes? I'm not dreaming?" He said as he held his smile.

"No. It's not a dream. I mean it, Logan. My answer is yes." I said as I couldn't contain my smile. My hands held his waist, and he slowly kissed me again, one of those sweet, soft kisses I longed for the most.

"My girl. She's my girl." He whispered as he lifted me again and spun me around making me giggle.

She's my girl." He repeated.

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