Chapter 9

harry potter weekend on ABC family and I HAVE to see the previews for harry potter 7 part 1:] long ago a boy with red hair and a fear of spiders stole my heart and I must see him.

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Adam walks with me to our calculus class which unfortunately causes many girls to give me dirty looks, not that I can really blame them. Adam is undoubtedly gorgeous. I am a little freaked out about the promise I made him, but I was having a crap day and just wanted my locker to open. Now that my locker is opened and I am less irritated I realize making a promise like that was wrong. He could make me go somewhere alone with him and murder me or rape me or throw me off a cliff. Although, I could just break my promise but that just makes me feel guilty for taking advantage of him if he really was only trying to help me. I really need to learn how to judge people better. Maybe I can get Emily to meet him and figure out if he is nice or if I should be run for my life.

Someone throws something onto my desk making me jump a little in my seat until I realize it is a note from Adam. I flush a little at my craziness.

I open the note and read 'hey Amber, you okay? You seem kind of upset. -Adam'. Wow. He is such a sweet heart, I hadn't even noticed I was acting upset. I look up at an anxious Adam and give him a what I hope is a reassuring smile that says I am fine. He relaxes as he sees my smile and gives me a grin.

As class is ending the teacher announces that we are having a midterm next week. Great. I am so failing. I need to find a tutor, preferably one that isn't so cute that the only thing I can study is his face.

The lunch bell finally rings after 4 long periods. Most of my other classes where a breeze, but extremely boring so it was a relief to be out of class even if it was only for a short break. I walk to my lunch table with Emily who is babbling about something, all rainbows and sunshine. As I look around the lunch room I see guys staring at me. Curse this outfit. As we walk past a table a guy pinches my butt. Okay that's it. Brother has got to save me. I guide Em to Josh's area and she is way to happy to even care.

"Hey Josh." I see Logan making out with Sarah Simons, the second easiest girl on campus, but she is actually is really nice. I have cheer with her and she makes me glad I joined. Cody and Taylor are sitting on a corner then their is the rest of the football team and the cheerleaders.

"Hey Amber, whats up?" Josh asks as I walk to him.

"erm...This outfit is causing to much...um...drama, so Em and I are sitting here."

"Hi Josh." Em says in a pleasant voice much to mine and my brother's surprise. It is no real secret that they don't get along.

"Hi Emily?! Are you drunk?" Josh looks so shocked that I can't help but laugh.

"Hey Em, why are you so happy? Your freaking on cloud nine or just totally high." I finally ask deciding I should be worried when she starts to play nice with Josh.

"You will never guess what happened! So I was sitting in Chemistry not paying attention to Mr. Benz when I get a note from....wait for it....DAVID!!! He asked me to go with him to the party at your place on Friday."

"What happened to Jason? I thought he was the love of your life or some crap like that? WAIT! THERE IS A PARTY AT MY HOUSE?!!!!!" Emily rolled her eyes at me. I know it is stupid to act surprised because my brother loves to throw parties and all but still I am so going to kill him. I turn to Josh and he gives me a big grin.

"Why act surprised? And you are totally missing the point. DAVID ASKED ME OUT!!!" Josh is still listening to the conversation and looks annoyed by Emily.

"Yeah I heard and I am super happy for you. So does this mean you are sleeping over? I love sleepovers."

"Of course like my mom would let me go to a party even if it is at your house. She would probably smell the alcohol on my clothes and then kill me and then hide the evidence or make it look like a terrible accident." I laugh at that only because Em's mom is so crazy.

"So....Adam kissed me." I say in a whisper because he is sitting with the rest of the football team.

"what ADAM kisses you and you don't tell me? When did it happen? How did it happen and on a side note :why are you dressed like a pompom holding slut?" I glare daggers at her for talking so loud. She is smart enough to act embarrassed. I run through the whole kissing scene from my mom walking in on us the first time to the kiss out side. I decided to skip the whole Logan in my room and dreaming about him part to save myself the lecture about not letting sluts de-flower me and all. Josh makes a gag noise, but I stick my tongue out at him. Then Logan joins him and they start talking. Logan looks at me up and down winking and I want to say I didn't blush but I did as always.

"Yay I am so happy for you, you got a second chance at your first real kiss." I nod my head, but freak-out a little. If she was to find out that my first real non-drunk and rape kiss was actually with Logan I don't know what she would say. Em would first yell at me for not telling her, then freak out about how I have a disease and then make me go to a clinic and get tested. I cant even say I really blame her, she has known Logan for just as long and knows he is loose. If she was to find out that I regret stopping the kiss from going further she would probably make me bathe in holy water. I see Logan looking at me from the corner of his eye. When he sees me he smiles but he looks like he is thinking about something. When he snaps-out of it he looks at me and smiles , this time at me. Somehow I think he knows he was my second first kiss.

Deciding a change in topics is necessary I ask, "so what are you going to wear? I suggest that you wear pants because dresses are not safe."

"I have no idea and just cause one jerk of a guy totally took advantage of you when you were wearing a dress doesn't mean dresses are not safe. And why are you dressed like a slut?"

"Oh my mom bought me these clothes."

"Haha. If my mom ever found out you where wearing what your mom picked out for you she would have a heart attack."

We continued talking about random stuff until lunch ended then I went off to my class and she hers'. I walk into the hall way on my way to class and stop dead in my tracks when I realize the guy standing on the other side of the hall is Chase. He has a bandage around his head, but judging by the way he is standing he has recovered. I want to runaway and be safe but decide I am going to toughen up and not let this crap control me. Plus I am one of those people who cannot ditch class because I am a chicken so their is no way in hell I would miss class because of him. I walk to Art with my head held down trying to hide my face. I take my usual seat in the back of class and sit next to Bimbo. Mrs. James begins the lesson by talking about Van Gogh and then tells the class we will be painting using water colors. I see Chase from the corner of my eye sitting at the table next to mine with a smirk on his face, but am too afraid to find out what he is smirking about. I go to the back room to grab me and Bimbo the water colors and hope that Chase is not going to come into the closet. I am looking at the different colors when Chase walks into the room closing the door behind him and walking to stand in front of me. Crap, crap, crap, crap. I should have ditched today. Chase starts walking closer to me looking at me like I am his prey and he is my predator. I gulp audibly and try to walk back a little to keep space between us.

Chase walks up to me and says, "Hey Amber. Why do you have such a scared face? I am not going to do anything to you." He says it in tone that makes me seem like the crazy person for being afraid. He just closed the door to a small room that we are alone in and he has tried to rape me. I so badly want to respond but I cannot talk, its like my throat is closing. Just as I am about to get the courage to say something Bimbo of all people walks in. She first looks at me and then Chase.

"Chase get the fuck out of here and leave Amber alone. Nobody wants your tiny little dill pickle in them so leave." I am too amused to even laugh as Chase walks out of the closet with a pissed face. Bimbo walks up to me and says, "Hey, Are you okay?"

"Uhh? Yeah. T-thank you. I...I" I am to shocked to even explain what I am feeling.

"Yeah Chase is an ass." Jennifer says as she is making her way out of the closet while grabbing some paint. I am so shocked that by the end of art I have no idea that I even painted anything, but when I look down at what I drew , I see a picture of Logan from my dream with me sitting next to him. I am sure it is Logan because the blue eyes I have painted are his. I don't even remember thinking about this at all, but maybe I was just remembering the night he saved me and then how he looked so sweet in my dream.

"Wow Amber that is amazing! Who are the people?"

"To be honest I don't really know who they are Mrs. James, I just kind of painted them." Okay I know I am totally lying but honestly what am I suppose to say, 'oh that's me and my brother's man whore of a best friend in like 50 years', I think not.

"What made you draw them?"

"I don't know. I don't remember even thinking of them."

"They look like they are passionately in love. I can see all the emotions in there eyes." I smile when she says that because I know what she means.

She then turns her attention back to the class to address us. "Okay well class time to clean up and Amber I actually need you to stay after class." I nod my head wondering what she could possibly want because if she makes me stay late to talk about my picture I will cry. I don't want to think about it let alone talk about it.

As the bell rings everyone runs out of the classroom. I wait until the last straggler has left before I go up to Mrs. James desk. "What's up Mrs. James?"

"Oh Amber. I just wanted to tell you your painting was amazing. It had so much emotion and fire in it. What I was wondering was if you would want to put your painting in an art gallery? I know that it is sudden but the truth is I have had my eyes on your paintings since the beginning of the semester and this piece made me realize I would regret it if I didn't ask you. So what do you say?" She looks so excited and I have wanted to have my paintings in a gallery since forever, but if my mom was to find out about this she would probably kill me for even picking up a paint brush that would ruin my manicure.

"Mrs. James ,thank you so much" I say.

"but?" She says grimacing slightly at my tone.

I smile sheepishly and continue, "But I don't think I would want my art in a gallery. My art is for me and I don't think an art gallery would be a good idea."

"Okay but please at least think about it some more. This is an amazing opportunity and I would hate for you to miss out on it." Mrs. James says sincerely.

"Okay Mrs. James I will think about it but I have to go right now I have cheer practice."

"Okay and Amber talk it over with your parents, I am sure they wouldn't want you to miss an opportunity like this." I nod my head again this time while trying to hold back laughter. Like my parents would want that for me. They would be horrified that I choose to be an artist.

After Cheer practice I wait by the car as always until my lovely brother comes out from football practice. I sit on the ground like the other day too tired to stand after doing a million star jumps, pikes, toe touches, hurdlers, pencils, and table tops. I feel the exhaustion taking over and my eyelids begin to droop.

The next thing I know I am being carried into the house by Logan.

"Finally up Sleeping Beauty?"

"Hmmm....What...m?" I mumble in my sleep.

"Shh. Go back to sleep. You sound exhausted." As he says the words my eyes drift back to sleep.

When I wake up this time I am up for sure. I make my way down the stairs to grab something to eat.

"I see you finally woke up. There is some pizza in the oven."

"Oh Thanks. Where is Josh?" I say finding it strange to be talking to Logan of all people. We never really had many one on one encounters.

"Josh went out with Taylor because they have a project for English."

"Oh...Why are you here?" I blurt out.

Logan makes the most adorable pout and says, "Aw Ambs, you don't want me here?"

"Oh no. I didn't mean it like that." I say as my heart beat picks up. "I was just wondering." My face starts to turn a little red because Logan is staring at me obviously enjoying my discomfort.

"Ha-ha...I was kidding Ambs. Chill." He says as he walks up to me putting his hand on my shoulder to calm me. Is he stupid? I mean how am I suppose to calm down when he is here alone with me alone in my house, ALONE. Weakly I smile at him. I need to get out of this kitchen.

"Well thanks for the pizza. I am going up stairs to read." I start walking away from him but he snakes his hands around my waist.

He brings his mouth close to my ear and says , "Is my being here alone with you making you nervous? What do you think is going to happen?" I shiver like always as his cool minty breathe caresses my neck.

I shakily say, "N-no. I-I am f-fine." He laughs at me.

"Really so you would have no problem with me coming up to your room with you and reading a book as well?"

"N-nope. What is there to be nervous about?" I say almost convincingly. I am not letting him intimidate me.

"Alright then we are going to your room to read." Logan says with a smirk.

"Alright." I say suddenly wishing I had kept my mouth shut instead of challenging him.

I sit on my bed and grab my Harry Potter Seven which I think I may be a little too obsessed with.I always wonder is it possible to love a fictional character? Because if so, I am in love with Ronald Bilius Weasley, and Fred and George and Charlie and like every other character to ever walk the pages of that legendary series.

I am sitting on my bed with Logan next to me reading "It's kind of a funny story" by Ned Vizzini. I love that book. I am surprised Logan is reading that book. It isn't very mainstream and I didn't think Logan read books at all to be honest.

"You're reading Harry Potter? I loved that series. It is epic."

"Yeah. I am in love with it." Logan looks at me and smiles.

"so..." Logan says as he moves closer to me.

"What are you doing?" I say looking at him from the corner of my eye.

"You didn't tell Emily about our kiss?" Logan asks with a smirk.

"What makes you think that?" I ask even though he is right.

"Well she said you got a second chance at your first kiss with Adam." My heart is beating crazy fast, I cannot believe I let him into my room.

"Okay. Fine. She doesn't know." I say not understanding the point of this.

"Why?" Logan asks looking honestly curious.

"Because." I say deciding that is enough of an answer.

"Because what?" He asks seeming a tad bit annoyed. Why am I the one who is defending myself? He is the one who kissed me.

"Would you tell Josh that you kissed me that day after the party?" I counter.

"No, but that's different."

"it is not. You are trying to save your butt and I am doing the same." Logan nods in understanding and then moves a little bit closer. "What are you doing?"

"What? I just wanted to move a little more onto the bed." He says like it is no big deal.

"Yeah...Sure. Loser, I know you were trying to get close to me." I say pushing him slightly.

"haha...so what if I do want to get closer to you? What are you going to do about it?" He says jokingly.

"I am going to have to hurt you."

"oh really?"

"yes really." I say prepared to fight, but before I can even respond Logan is on top of me. So that he is straddling me without actually laying on me. I decide that I am just going to have to get back at him for this. Time to bring out the tickle monster. I start tickling Logan in the stomach because I know its his weakness. He has been craziness ticklish since basically I can remember.

"haha...stop...Ambs... p-please."

"wahaha." I laugh evilly, but then stop because now he really is on top of me and I am laying under him. He is pressing his entire, and I do mean entire, body on me. I can feel his warm muscular body in all of its perfection on me.

"now who's laughing." He whispers into my ear huskily. He looks back up at my face and I can see he is enjoying this. If I wasn't his hostage I would totally be in love with his smile. It is a real Logan smile not his cheesy-perverted grin. This is his real smile which shows up rarely, but is perfect.

"you are...Logan?"

"yeah Ambs?"

"what will it take for you to get off me?"

His eyes look up at the ceiling like he is thinking, then he smiles evilly and says, "a kiss."

"humm...okay fine one kiss." He looks a little shocked that I didn't argue but little does he know I have a trick up my sleeve. "are you gonna get off me?"

"oh yeah...right." He gets off me, but holds my hand. I don't think he even realized he was holding my hand. "so now my kiss."

"okay, but you have to close your eyes first." He closes his eyes and he looks so cute. I quickly run to my table and grab a Hershey's kiss out of my stash. "Okay, can open your eyes. " He opens his eyes and I grab his hand and place the chocolate kiss on it.

"hey! I meant a real kiss."

"sorry you didn't say what kind of kiss. I believe I win Mister."

"fine but you missed out on an amazing kiss."

"yeah sure whatever." He is so right. "I am hungry. What is there to eat?"

"erm...what do you want?"

"ice scream and cake."

"so healthy."

"I try." We race down the stairs to the kitchen and I win of course, even if he did let me win. "I win. Haha...that is 2-zip."

"yeah yeah...how about I make us some sundays."

"okay yay." Logan finishes making the sundays and I eat all of mine and then steal his cherry. Hehehe.

"hey that's mine."

"well too bad. I finished mine."

"whose fault is that? And you ate the best part, the cherry." He puts on that cute pout he does with his lower lip sticking out. I could just bite it.

"hehe...sorry I love the artificial cherries too."

"its okay." He says but he looks sad still. So I give him a kiss on the cheek to make up for making that adorable face so sad.

"sorry."

"losing out on the cherry goodness was totally worth a kiss."

"haha...you keep telling yourself that. That cherry was the stuff, but whatever your loss."

"I think not." I roll my eyes at him. "you know your eyes are going to get stuck like that one day." I roll my eyes again. "crossie"

"whatever mister."

"crossie"

"mister"

"crossie" I stick my tongue out at him and then the phone rings. I picks it up.

Amber* hello

Adam* Amber?

Amber* oh hey Adam, what's up?

Adam* nothing. You?

Amber* oh nothing. I just had a Sunday.

Adam* So about your promise to me...

Amber* ...

Adam* are you busy on Saturday?

Amber* nope

Adam* well you are now.

Amber* Am I really? What am I doing?

Adam* You will just have to wait and see. I will pick you up at 6.

Amber* okay 6o'clock Saturday.

Adam* yeah...see you tomorrow

Amber* bye

I look up at Logan, who is giving me a questioning look.

"Adam?"

"yup."

"you have a date on Saturday at 6?"

"yeah...I guess." I don't know why but I just don't want to tell Logan that I am going on a date with Adam.

"Ohh... Well I should probably get home."

"really?" I am sad he is leaving. The house will be empty.

"yeah. Why?"

"Oh I don't know you just never go home. You don't really seem to like it there."

"well you don't know every little thing about me." Logan snaps. Jeez, who tied his panties in a knot.

"yeah whatever, jeez I was only asking."

"sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you."

"um-hum whatever. When you leave just lock the door." With that said, I walk to the living room and turn on the television. Leaving the mess in the kitchen.

An while later Logan comes and sits next to me. He nudges me playfully, but I ignore him. Mister is going to have to do a lot more than that to make me talk. When I don't respond to his playful nudges he just grabs my had and rubs it working his way up my arm and to my neck. He rubs soothing circles at my temples and then very softly kisses my soft spot. Okay I cant take it anymore. I bite my bottom lip and I see his lips twitch and a smirk appear on his face. He knows he is getting to me. He kisses the same spot over again and this time even biting my lips doesn't help.

"uhmmmmm.....What do you want?"

"done giving my the silent treatment then? I knew you couldn't resist me."

"shut up mister. I am just humoring you so you stop bugging me."

"Crossie, you where totally loving every second of that. I saw you biting your lip, holding back a moan."

"was not."

"were too."

"was not"

"were too."

"whatever, mister. You're a slut so na-nana-na-na"

"very mature."

"I try." I say with a big smile.

A while later I ask, " Logan? Do you actually like going home?" I look up at him and he gives me a small smile. I am honestly curious he never talks about his house or his dad or anything. He lives at this house.

"Crossie...home is fine."

"but that's not the same as liking it."

"no it's not." He looks really sad like he is thinking about something horrible, his mom most probably.

"Logan, should I tell you a secret?" I say to distract him.

"sure Ambs." He says with a small smile.

"I don't like my house."

"why?"

"its too quiet and its not homey."

"I think your house is plenty homey and quiet is good, you can think."

"maybe but quiet scary and thinking is only good if you have good stuff to think about. If Josh and you weren't in this house I think I would go insane. Just listening to the nothingness."

"well it's a good thing we are always around." I nod fiercely. " Crossie, should I tell you a secret?" I smile.

"yup. I do like secrets."

"I don't like my house." I give him a sad smile. I always loved Logan's house I always thought it was homie. It was big ,but his mom made it all warm and cuddly.

"why?"

"It's quiet and nobody is home now cause well mom and then jerk-face is always away." He says angrily but his jaw setting says that's all he is going to say.

"I am sorry, but I am glad too."

"glad?"

"you come over."

"I knew you loved me." I roll my eyes at him.

"Crossie. "

"shut up or I won't be nice. Logan?"

"yeah."

"I am sorry that you have to deal with jerk-face." He smiles at me. "you know I always loved your house."

"really? Why?"

"your house was like a house. It was warm and comfy. You could come home after a horrible day and be happy because the house was warm and cushiony and it smelled good." Okay well it smelled like Logan, who smelled good.

"yeah, I guess." I smile at him, then grab his arm and put it around me so I can go to sleep. He smiles and makes him self even more comfy, with my head resting on his shoulder I smell his sweet scent. It kind of reminds me of a cologne but its natural like a true man.

"night Logan."

"night Ambs." He kisses my forehead and I fall into a blissful sleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night and look up to see Logan peacefully a sleep. I touch his cheek because he just looks so darn cute but end up accidently waking him up.

"ohh crap sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."

"its okay. What time is it?"

"I have no idea, but I am too comfy to move." Logan slips his hand into his pockets and pulls out his cell phone.

"Oh...I got a text from Josh he is crashing at Taylor's and says to give you a ride tomorrow." I nod my head.

"what time is it?"

"its 1 am."

"really I thought it would be like 3 or 4 ha-ha."

"yeah." I look up at Logan and he looks like he is deep in thought, but his face is getting those lines on his forehead that you get when your upset.

I bring my fingers to his forehead and try to smooth out the lines. "Crossie? What are your doing?"

"you have the sad lines so I am trying to smooth them out. Duhr."

"weirdo."

"butt -head."

"crossie."

"whore."

"cherry stealer."

"cherry loser."

"scaredie cat"

"weenie." I say to his amusement.

"did you just call me a weenie? Nobody has called me a weenie since elementary school."

"apparently someone has and so what if they haven't?" He smiles at me with amusement.

"your kind of a cutie." I smile a little shocked, where the hell did that come from?

"I am not a cutie, I am hot." I say with a grin.

"wow someone is cocky."

"its not called being cocky, its called confidence." He laughs.

"your right. Whoever told you that must have been a genius." He says with a superior smirk.

"more like a weenie." ha-ha. Weenie. "now what? I am not sleepy."

"I can think of something we can do." He says with a smirk on his face, scanning me up and down.

"An we where so close to lasting an entire evening without your perverted comments Logan." I say forging sadness. "so why aren't you with one of your girls tonight?"

"I am with my girl tonight."

"in your dreams, weenie."

"in yours, Crossie." I would be rolling my eyes if it wasn't true. Logan stares at me and I can't help it but lean in a little bit. He mirrors my actions and just as our lips are about to meet I say, "do you want to watch a movie?". He shakes his head a little and then nods his head. Kissing Logan is always a bad idea. I am bound to get hurt. I may trust Logan to keep me alive, safe and even sane at times but trusting him with my heart is just not smart. I think he is hot nothing more and I lust for him, but I am a teenager so it makes sense.

We end up staying up to 5 in the morning watching Saw I, II, and III, so much gore. It was awesome.

"I cant believe you didn't freak out or even flinch when they would cut there limbs off." he says sleepily.

"I love it. It is so amusing and creepy but amusing. I kind of get why he puts people through ridiculous tests does that make me crazy. "

"No it makes sense. Like he is teaching them an important lesson that they can learn from, but making it all dark and twisty." He says with a huge grin on his face.

-Friday morning-

"wake up Ambs." I hear someone calling, but don't open my eyes. I had like no sleep thanks to my movie marathon with Logan the night before and to make matters worse I was going to get no sleep today because there was a football game which meant cheerleaders have to be there and then the party Josh decided to throw.

"ummm....sleeeeeeep."

"no, come on you have to wake up, we have to get to school."

"um...'kay...5 more minutes."

"No its 7. We have to leave in like 30 minutes."

"loooogan....sshhhhhhh."

"fine you are going to regret not listening to me." I ignore him staying asleep until I feel him lifting me up from the couch and throwing me over his shoulder.

"hey put me down on the couch." I say hitting his back as if I am hating every second of this, when in reality Logan has a cute butt and I have the perfect view.

"I will." He walks me too the bathroom and drops me on the counter. " get dressed or I will."

"is that a threat?"

"no it's a promise." he says with a wink scanning me from head to toe. What a pervert. I groan but get dressed for school.

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