Loving Logan

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Against my better judgment, I decided to keep my dad out of the loop on this whole date thing. Instead, I made it sound as if it were a group outing, which meant Casey had to drop me off at Nancy's Diner, the local teenage hang out of Summerdale where Josh and I agreed to meet.

We talked about random things, got to know each other a little better and even decided to go on a second date.

Of course, I wouldn't be Mary Kate Baxter if something incredibly awkward and embarrassing didn't happen. Josh leaned in to kiss me and I faked a sneeze.

A sneeze.

Who am I?

It's just, I've never been kissed before and I want my first kiss to be special. And not in the parking lot of a diner.

I'm lying in bed now, filling Casey in on all of the juicy details of my date via Skype.

"So, you just sneezed in his face? Why didn't you kiss him?"

"I don't know, something just felt off," I shrug.

Casey laughs. "Yeah, you've suddenly realized brown eyes are no longer your thing."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask, even though I'm pretty sure where she's going with this.

"I just think that you may have a little something for blue eyes now."

"No...no, I don't. What are you talking about? Blue eyes? I mean..." I sound fake to my own ears and since Casey's lofty expressions lets me know she's not buying it, I give up with a sigh.

"It's pretty obvious to everyone but you that you have a new crush," she smirks at me.

"I do not! I just didn't want to waste my first kiss on someone I'm not absolutely sure about."

"You've been crushing on him for three years! You've made up at least four different scenarios in which Josh was your first kiss."

"I guess I never imagined having my first kiss in the parking lot of Nancy's Diner. Like your first kiss. Remember that creep?"

"Boy, do I!" she scoffs.

I cringe when I think back to that night. We were at our first high school party as freshmen, or 'fresh meat.' One of the senior jocks, Justin Grogan, was all over Casey that night. At first, it was exciting because he was a senior and he made her feel special. However, he took advantage of her with his sweet talk and fake charm. She lost her first kiss and her virginity in the same night. She never heard from him again.

I, on the other hand, still hold my flower completely intact. Actually, I've never even had a real boyfriend.

"Anyway, I have to finish this crap for Parker. Pick you up tomorrow?" she asks.

"You know it."

After I finish my homework, I take a shower and brush my teeth. I put on an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants and snuggle into my bed. My absolute favorite place.

-

"Katie," he whispers against my skin, trailing kisses down my neck. My skin tingles in every spot his mouth touches, leaving me wanting more.

I clench his shirt into my fists, pulling him closer to me and my lips meet his in an explosion of passion. The sensation that burns through me is indescribable. His lips are soft and his taste is addictive. His hands grip my waist tightly, digging the tips of his fingers into my exposed skin where my shirt meets my jeans.

He pulls away, pressing his forehead to mine. "Katie," he whispers again. "Let me have you."

Just the way he says my name makes my body shiver. I look into his dreamy eyes, so full of mystery. His face is like a beautiful masterpiece that I want to burn into my memory forever. Every part of me wants him. I want to give myself to him.

Beep, beep, beep!

I spring up from my bed at the sound of my alarm. It's usually impossible for me to pull myself out of bed this early in the morning, but that dream... it felt so real. I stare at my boring white bedroom wall in front of me, replaying the dream in my head.

I've never had a dream about that before. What's really crazy is how flustered I now feel. I've never really given s*x much thought, but now, after that dream, it's all I can think about.

Shaking the dirty thoughts from my head, I decide to go ahead and get dressed for the day. I subconsciously find myself trying to dress up more than usual, though I don't know why.

I decide on a pair of stone washed skinny jeans and a tight red crop top with matching red pumps. I complete the look with red lipstick.

"Wow, someone looks extra slutty today," Casey says, taking in my outfit as I walk towards her car.

"That's it. I'm changing," I say, spinning around towards my house.

"No! I'm only kidding! It's just so not like you to dress like this! Josh is gonna have to fight off a public boner."

I flip her the bird before getting into her car.

"Okay, spill it," Casey demands as she drives away from my house.

"There's nothing to spill," I reply, putting my shades on, even though it's cloudy out today. They don't make me disappear like I want them to.

"Liar!" she scoffs, slamming on the brakes. "This car will not move until you tell me why you're dressed like a high-class hooker."

I pull my shades up to rest on my head and look at her as if she's lost her mind. She stares at me intently, waiting for me to answer.

I want to run out into oncoming traffic.

"Okay fine," I sigh. "I had this dream last night that's got me..."

"All hot and bothered?" she smirks.

I squeeze my eyes shut and continue. "Yes. Casey, it was really, really-"

My eyes shoot open when a middle-aged man in a business suit starts honking and yelling at us to get out of the way.

"f**k you, buddy!" Casey yells back, flipping him the bird. 

She drives away and I continue again. "It felt so real. He was kissing all over mf and then... he asked me if he could... have me. And then-"

She slams on the brakes again. I'll be surprised if we make it to school in one piece today. "Like have you as in f**k you?"

I cringe at the f word. I say it in reference to other things, mostly using it as an adjective, but never in reference to making love. It makes it sound so dirty and meaningless.

I let out another sigh as Casey starts driving again. "Yes. The crazy thing is, I wanted him. Like really, really wanted him."

"And him is?" Casey asks, like her life depends on me telling her this one single piece of information.

I take a deep breath. "Logan Malone."

Again with the brakes. She looks at me with wide eyes and her jaw is practically on the floor. "I knew it!"

"Casey, I've never thought of him that way before. Well, not before last night anyway."

She glances over at me and smirks. "Just wait until you see him again."

Sweet mother of Elvis. I didn't even think about having to face him today. I pull my shades back over my eyes and sink into my seat. This is going to be one hell of a day.

 -

I'm sitting in first period and my heart is pounding at the thought of seeing Logan. I'm anxious. I'm dizzy. I'm a complete mess because of this stupid dream.

It was just a dream. Snap out of it.

I start copying down our homework assignments for the day and try not to focus on the doorway.

Suddenly, a hand hits my notebook causing it to fall off onto the floor. I lean over to pick it up just as Colton walks by. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Katie. Remember what happened last time?"

The last time Colton would be referring to is third grade. I dropped my pencil on the floor and when I leaned over to pick it up, I farted. No one else besides Colton would have known had he not announced it to the entire class. Needless to say, I was mortified.

I sit up and glare at him as he takes his seat in the back of the room. He's smirking like the tool he is, of course.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone putting my notebook back on my desk. I turn around and look up and my heart skips a beat. I can't speak. I can't breathe. His eyes. I'm melting underneath his intense blue eyes right now. I'm going to be a puddle of goo in a matter of seconds.

Before I dissolve into liquid form however, Logan's eyes move to Colton. He stalks towards him and I wish my mind wasn't mush right now so I could take a picture of Colton's stupid face. He's as white as a ghost and I don't miss the sheer terror in his eyes.

Logan grabs Colton by the collar of his shirt, jerking him up so that their faces are somewhat level. "I thought I told you to leave her alone," he growls.

Colton throws his hands up in surrender. "I-I was..."

Logan pushes him back down into his seat with enough force to make it slide a couple of inches before leaning over and whispering something into his ear. I wish I knew what he said, because as he walks away, Colton looks like he's afraid for his life.

When Logan walks past me, our eyes meet again. He keeps walking, not giving me a chance to say anything. Not that I'd even be able to speak if I wanted to.

After the bell rings, I make a mad dash for the door, not wanting to run into Logan. It's funny; yesterday I was trying to find a way to talk to him, but after that dream, I don't think I can.

I hear a commotion in the hallway near my locker and as I get closer, I realize there's a fight going on between two guys I recognize to be seniors.

Great. Now I'll have to wait until someone breaks it up before I can get my books out of my locker and head to my next class.

Before I know what even hit me, a body slams into mine, knocking me backwards onto the floor. The back of my head hits the lockers on the way down and I let out a yelp.

Not to mention there's a two-hundred-pound guy laying on top of me.

I'm starting to black out, but I feel the heavy body being lifted off me. Someone scoops me up in their arms and begins to carry me.

My eyes have gone blurry and my ears are ringing. I should be worried since these are obvious signs of a concussion, but I feel an unexplainable sense of calm.

"Don't close your eyes," a deep voice says. "Keep them on me."

I realize the voice belongs to whoever is carrying me. I don't know why, but it's soothing and warm. My arms instinctively wrap around them as if I know them. As if I've been in their arms before.

I bury my face into their shirt, taking in their scent. It's definitely a guy and he smells good.

So good.

"Katie!" I hear the soothing voice call again, just before everything goes black.

-

"I'm not leaving her!" A deep voice growls, startling me awake. 

"She's going to be fine. Don't wor-"

"I said I'm not leaving her!"

When I open my eyes, it takes a while for everything to come into focus. I start to regain the feeling in my hands and notice someone's fingers are intertwined with mine. It feels nice.

I squeeze because I don't want to let go and that's when I see him. My vision becomes clear and those intense blue eyes are melting me again.