Chapter 18

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It's early Saturday morning and I am sitting on the front porch waiting for Josh. He had promised that today was the day he was teaching me to drive. I have been sitting on the front steps for about half an hour and my butt is completely frozen. I have to say I am a little happy that Josh decided to teach me since Logan and I never did get to go. I can't say I am sad though. The last car ride was awkward enough to make me feel better for not having to sit in a car with him. The next day when I met Emily at school I sat on her for forcing me to endure that trip. She seemed disappointed that Logan and I had yet to talk to each other again. She has since for the last week been trying to get us in a room alone together, but somehow we always find a way to avoid it. Like last Thursday, she tried to get us all to hang out and then conveniently forgot she promised her mom to go shopping with her. I am starting to regret having such a big mouth.

I sit on the porch and look around when I hear the front door open, knowing it's not Josh I decide to ignore it. Logan walks past me and then turns around with a smirk on his face and says, "Are you coming?" then throwing me the car keys to his black jeep. I just stare at him. I CANNOT LEARN HOW TO DRIVE WITH LOGAN.

"Where is Josh?" I say trying to hide the worry in my voice and hopping into the front seat of his jeep. This should be interesting.

"Worried Ambs?" He says. It is weird to have him referring to ME again. I just look straight ahead biting my lips deciding not to answer his questions. I look up at Logan asking if I should start with my eyes instead of speaking. He looks at me and flickers his hand toward the open road. I turn on the car and start pulling out.

After driving for about a half an hour with Logan occasionally giving me directions I can't handle the silence anymore. It is making me even more nervous.

"So...why are you teaching me?" I say honestly curious. We haven't spoken in almost a month, then today he calls me Ambs with his smirking face like nothing changed, and the last month was my imagination.

"Josh was busy."

"No, I mean I knew he was busy or flaking, but he asked you to teach me awhile back and you just ignored him. So why teach me now? You could have just said you where busy?" He doesn't respond at first, but I can feel his gaze on my face. I feel my heartbeat speeding up and my cheeks flushing. I know without looking at him that he is smirking that sexy smirk with his perfect kissable lips.

"Hey, turn left here and then right." I just follow his directions deciding not to question him. I continue to follow his directions until I am parked in front of his house. I haven't been here in years. It looks the same. A big yellow house with a white picket fence. I smile at memories of this house where I practically was raised by Mrs. Clifton. I look at the tire swing that Josh, Logan, Rebecca, and I used to ride. I stare at it and out of instinct run up to the swing and start riding it. I start laughing and smiling its so much fun. Logan is staring at me will a huge smile on his face. I smile back and continue swinging until I notice Logan is no longer outside. I jump off the swing and run into his house. I look in the kitchen and see it is empty. I walk in the living room and see the same emptiness. So I walk up stairs and stop in front of Logan's door. What to do? What to do? I stand there debating for a few seconds until I decide that I should stop acting like an 11-year-old girl crushing on a boy and just walk in. Wait crushing on a boy?! I am not crushing on Logan. No matter what everyone says.

"Hey." I say as I walk into Logan's room. It is painted plain white with black bed sheets. The walls are plain with not posters or anything clustering it like people usually have. The room over all looks cluttered because there are boxes everywhere and clothes all around the room. The room smells amazing despite it's being a clustery mess. It smells like Logan, sweet and clean. I stand awkwardly by the door, not sure what to do.

"you can come in and sit if you would like?" Logan says after seeing me standing at the corner. I take a deep breath and sit on the bed.

"Do you need help?" I say after watching Logan pack boxes. I am curious to know why Logan is packing all his stuff, but I figure if he wanted to tell me he would have.

"Umm...yeah can you just start packing my clothes in boxes." He says handing me boxes and pointing to his closet. I start packing all of his clothes and yes, they do smell good. I see the shirt that Logan had given me the day Chase had tried to rape me and smile. After finishing to pack, all of Logan's clothes just stare at him working. Somewhere in the cleaning and packing process, Logan had taken of his shirt because it was just so hot. His muscular build had slowed me down somewhat because having a hot sweaty guy lifting boxes is just distracting, but I did finish eventually.

"Do you need me to do anything else?" I ask trying not to stare at his perfect chest as I asked him the question, but failing miserably. The only thing I could do was think about how badly I wanted to run my fingers down his chest. Focus Amber. You have a boyfriend. You don't need to run your hands over Logan's, hot, hard chest. Mmm. Okay not working. I just stand there thinking not really focusing on my surroundings so when I feel Logan's hot breathe against my ear I jump.

"Like what you see?" Logan whispers huskily into my ear.

"Uhmm" I say clearing my voice and taking a step away from him.

"Hahaha." Logan says as he turns to go back to packing. I feel my face flush at being caught starring. " I am moving. That is why I am packing my stuff."

"You're moving away. When?" I say with a lump in my throat. Logan turns around to face me.

"No, I am not moving away. I am actually officially moving into your house."

"Oh. Why?" I say. Gosh this sucks. Having Logan in my house is bad enough. Living with him is just going to suck.

"You don't want me to stay at your house?"

"No, I- ...I- ... I was just wondering?" I say with my cheeks flushing, AGAIN. Logan walks up to me brushing his fingers over my flushed cheeks. I look down and he laughs.

"I am moving because my father is getting re-married and I do not want to be here to witness it." He says coolly. Despite his nonchalant manner, I can tell he is pissed and sad. I reach over to him and give him a tight hug, which works out better when I feel his muscular body.

"I am really sorry." I say looking up at Logan's face. He has a loose tear that escapes his eye. I lift my hand to wipe his tear and my hand lingers at his cheek.

"Thanks Ambs."

"Logan, why weren't you talking to me?" He looks down at me with a pained expression, but then smiles.

"Why weren't you talking to me?"

"You started it so I decided I was not going to talk first."

"You always were competitive." He says with a laugh. I smile and think about how his hot hands around my waist makes my whole body tingle. It feels like ever cell in my body is on a sugar rush.

"I am not."

"Yes, you are. You always have to outdo people."

"No I don't."

"Straight A's missy."

"You get straight A's too."

"Yeah but I do it for college."

"What if I do too?"

"You don't. You are going to be an artist and travel all through Europe and learn on the streets like all great artists." I just smile in defeat knowing I will be unable to win.

"Right. All by myself in Europe? That sounds like fun." I say with sarcasm.

"You would be surrounded by people and I would come with you. We could sleep by the Eifel Tower, see the Sistine Chapel, go fishing in Greece, and drink beer in Ireland." Well that does sound like fun. Me and Logan together falling asleep under the stars of Paris. Ahh. New Goal in Life. OFFICIALLY. Okay not really, because my parents would kill me and never agree to it, but still. Ahh.

"And how do you purpose we pay for this European Adventure?"

"We can back pack through Europe. All we need is a one way plane ticket."

"Yeah, Okay. On what planet would my parents agree to let me just travel to Europe with no destination or time frame of return?"

"You don't have to listen to your parents Ambs. You're sixteen, who cares what they say? You should be having fun. " Logan says with a half serious face and a half amused face.

"I can't just not listen to them. There my parents. And I do have fun." Okay so I don't really have FUN. I have fun, like parentally approved not sleeping until three in the morning fun, but who cares?

"You can ignore them. Rebecca and Josh do. And you don't have real fun. You have parentally approved fun, which by the way is lame considering your parents are not even home half the time." I just stare at the ground trying to avoid his big blue eyes. He sigh letting his hands that had been on my hips fall like he is disappointed in me. "Let's start moving these boxes to the car." I just follow behind him carrying the boxes. After carrying 10 boxes downstairs and into the car I am sweating. Ahh. Why did girls have to have boobs? Why can't we be like boys and just walk around shirtless?

When we finally finish putting all the boxes into the car Logan takes me to the kitchen and we grab a cold drink.

"So you're really moving out of this house?" I say with a sad voice. I am going to miss this place. Okay so maybe I haven't been here in a few years but still is seems sad to know that this is not Logan's house anymore.

"Why so sad?" He says walking up to me and trying to remove the sad lines that formed on my forehead.

"I love this house. It's so homey."

"I don't think so."

"It's like my entire childhood. "

"Yeah." Logan says looking at the house and then walking toward the front door with me following. When we reach the door of the car, we both take on last glance at the tire swing. I sigh and hop into the front seat.

"Are we going home?" I say as I pull out of his street.

"Yup."

"Who is your dad marrying?"

"The dumb crap he cheated on my mom with." He says angrily.

"Oh." Is all I can say. His dad is a butthead. He comes back when Miss Clifton has cancer and says he loves her. She dies and he's back with the whore.

"Yeah. Apparently she loves the backyard and wants to get married in the house."

"How long has the wedding plans been going on for?"

"About a month, the day I was your 'boyfriend' to be exact." Logan says with a small smirk on his face at the end of the statement. Special Brownies. I just nod starting to understand why Logan has been so crabby for the last month. The guilt is going to eat me alive. I was such a biotch. I totally stopped talking to him and he was so sad. "She is expecting a baby too."

"Wow. Your dad is an BUTT." Logan looks up at me and starts laughing.

"Hahaha...wow. Did you just call a parental unit an butt?" He says with fake shock on his smug little face.

"Shut up." I say sticking my tongue out at him.

When we reach home, Josh is still not home. Me and Logan spend the day in his room, which is the guest bedroom across from my room. I help him unpack all his boxes laughing at random things he owns like a rubber chicken and a huge ball of rubber bands. I don't even know why he owns half this stuff. I grab the rubber chicken and throw it at him hitting him lightly on the face. He runs up to me, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder. I hit him hardly on his back. "Put me down."

"Okay." He says throwing me on the ground and straddling me. He then proceeds to tickle my sides.

"Logan... STOP!!!" I yell laughing and begging. "Please."

"No say sorry first."

"NEVER."

"Fine you asked for it." He says with an evil smirk. He starts tickling my bare skin right above my shorts and by my belly button piercing. His fingers run across my navel piercing. It doesn't tickle much but makes my stomach do flips and my cheeks redden. He leans down a little so he is pressing himself against me.

"L- Logan...Logan." I say again not sure, if I am speaking to stop him or because I want him to continue.

"Ehm." We hear and I see Adam standing in the doorway of the room. Crap. He looks pissed, which is the understatement of the century. Although looking at this from where he is standing it probably looks bad. I am on the ground with my shirt riding up revealing my black lacy bra, Logan is on top without a shirt on with his hands right by my pants, and I am screaming his name. I look back at Logan and he has a smirk on his face. He runs his hands down my bare legs like he is using me to support him while he is getting up. I feel my face redden and my legs tingle. I scramble to my feet fixing my shirt and flushing furiously. "I rang the door bell but no one answered. So I just came in cause the door was unlocked. Am I interrupting something?"

"Why yes, yes you are." Logan says before I can open my mouth to say no. He is undeniably smirking his sexy smirk and clearly enjoying Adam's angry expression. I start to walk over to Adam.

"No you're not interrupting us. I was just helping Logan unpack." I say while glaring at Logan. He is such a jerk. He smirk just become more pronounced, which makes him look hot. Stupid cocky bastard.

"Oh well I was just going to ask if you wanted to go down to the beach and have lunch but since your busy never mind."

"Oh no I will come. " I say to him. "You don't need me to help unpack the rest do you?" I say turning to Logan with pleading eyes.

"Yeah, don't worry about it Ambs. I got it." He says deliberately walking up to me and giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek. I blush of course making him chuckle. I take Adam's hand and pull him out of the room before Logan does anything else.

" SO Logan is moving in across the hall from you?" Adam asks calmly but I can tell there a hint of accusation in the question.

"Yeah." I say with indifference.

"Why didn't you mention it earlier?"

"Because I just found out today when we went to grab his stuff."

"Oh really?" Adam says again with the accusing voice. I don't not like what he is suggesting with that voice.

"Yes really!"

"Okay." He says but I can tell he doesn't believe me.

"So where are we going for Lunch? I am starving. Logan didn't feed me." I say regretting the Logan part as he makes that face.

"Actually I just remembered I promise Shari I would take her out." He says basically blowing me off.

"Oh okay." I say a little sad. I go to give him a kiss but all I get is the cheek. Poop.

"Bye" He says and walks down the stairs. I follow him and down but take a turn to go to the kitchen. I grab a tub of mint chocolate chip and sit myself down on the kitchen counter eating straight from the tub with an ice scream scoop. About two scoops into the ice scream I realize this ice scream doesn't have enough chocolate. I try to bend down and grab the chocolate from the under the counter.

"Whatcha doing?" Logan says.

"Trying to get the chocolate." I say with red cheeks.

"Why not get off the counter and just grab it. It has to be a lot easier."

"Cause...cause the ground is lava and if I step on it I will die!" I say with a huge smile. I am such a genius.

"Oh crap." He says and jumps on the counter, sitting next to me. "I haven't played this is hella long."

"I know." I say taking another scoop of ice scream.

"Oy...share the wealth." Logan says clearly talking about the ice scream. I move so I am between Logan and the tub.

"No way. It's mine." I say sticking my tongue out at him. He gives me his best puppy dog pout with huge blue eyes. "That's not fair. You can't make that face. Cheater, cheater pumpkin eater."

"What face?" He says innocently. I sigh and hand him the scoop. He smiles and takes a huge bite. I hope he gets a brain freeze. "Aren't you suppose to be eating lunch with Adam?"

"Yeah, but he left. Not that you would really care." I say grumpily.

"He didn't enjoy the view?" He says with a smirk. Adam had to walk in right when Logan was on top of me.

"Shut up. You butthead. You did that on purpose."

"Did what?"

"Logan, me and you both know you where pissing him off. So stop with the fake innocent act already."

"I don't know what you're talking about Ambs. All I did was thank you for helping me out."

"Yeah...yeah...yeah." I say jumping off the counter and heading up to my room. He is an BUTT. He is just trying to piss Adam off. In my room, I grab a tank top dress from my closet and start stripping. My clothes are all gross from helping Logan unpack. When I finish I turn around to sit on my bed and see Logan sitting comfortably on my bed. "How long have you been sitting there?" I say.

"Don't worry Ambs. I didn't see anything that I haven't already seen." Somehow, that does not make me feel any better.

"What do you want Logan?" I say walking to my bed so I am standing in front of him with my arms crossed around my chest. He says nothing and just puts his arms on my hips and starts rubbing my sides with a naughty smile on his face. I feel my body heat up but don't move a muscle. I will not let him affect me. "Logan."

"Hmm?" He says not really looking at me.

"What are you doing?" Again, he doesn't respond. He just pulls me closer, so that I am almost on top of him. "Can I ask you a question?" I say as his hands roam further down.

"Sure."

"Why do you always do this?"

"Do what?"

"This." I say pointing to his hands.

"Ambs?"

"Yeah."

"Does it matter why?" He says looking into my eyes evenly.

"Yeah it does."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Well than I do this because." He says with a smirk kissing my neck. I gasp quietly at the warmth of his lips.

"Logan, I have a boyfriend." I say even if he is pissed at me.

"Yeah and I have a pet rock named Fred."

"Logan. I am going to go sit on that side of the room." I say getting off him and walking over to my desk. Logan sits on my bed with his blue eyes gleaming in the sunlight.

"Your no fun."

"Wait don't move." I say grabbing my pastels that are all over my table and a piece of paper. I start sketching Logan. His eyes look so pretty in the sunlight.

"Okay, but why?"

"Because I said so. "

"Ooookay." He says with a smirk. " Can I move now." Logan says after 20 minutes of sitting in the same position.

"Wait ten more minutes please." I say with a smile.

"Fine, but I want a present when I am done." He says with a pouty lip.

"Here" I say handing Logan the sketch of himself.

"Damn I look good." He says with a grin.

"Oh p-lease." I say although he does look damn good.

"What?! I do look good." He says pointing to the picture.

"Yeah, but that's because of my superior artistic ability. " I say laughing.

"This is amazing Ambs. I can't believe your not entering into the art thing Mrs. Olsen offered you."

"Nah. I just do this for fun."

"Yeah, well you should do it for a living. I mean look at me I look damn good. "

"Why are you so dead set on getting me to be an artist?"

"Because your happy when you are painting or whatever and you got talent. I would hate to see you 10 years at some office job because you decide to be a good daughter and listen to your parents to make them happy. You deserve to be happy too." I just stare at him wide eyed because I am utterly speechless. He laughs at my expression. "Oh Ambs." He says nudging my shoulder.

When Monday comes around everyone is excited at school. People are dressed in school colors and I am unfortunately in my cheerio uniform because today is the big game against Bayside. Yup. The game that means I have to make-out with Logan in front of the entire school and go out on a date with him. Luckily for me he hasn't brought it up which is great. Otherwise, I would have to explain to Adam why his girlfriend is making out with Logan Clifton after the big win instead of him and why this Friday instead of going out on a date with him I am going out with Logan. I am praying Logan totally forgot and that Emily keeps her mouth shut because she has been so excited for this day. She says and I quote , 'Your life is better than TV. It's like a bad drama coming to life. It has hot make out scenes with a total bad boy, an adoring boyfriend who remains oblivious, and a brother who would kill his best friend for you. Ahhh. You could cut the tension with a knife. I wish I was you but not really cause that would totally and completely suck.' Yup got to love my best friend. On the plus side, at least my life is entertaining her. I truthfully have no idea if Logan has had sex this month, but I think he actually may not have cause I don't see him with that many girls, for him at least and the times I do see him with them I can tell it's not going to go very far because his hands are not all over them. As I walk to my locker after the final bell has rung my stomach clenches. Gosh, this is so nerve racking. I walk to the football field and see the cheerleaders stretching and the football players warming up. Logan waves high as does Adam and Josh. This is scary. If Logan squeals, I am ruined. Adam waves his hands for me to come to him and I think I may have a minor stroke. I run up to where the three are standing. Logan has an undeniable smirk on his face, but I can't be sure if it is because of the bet or what I am wearing.

"Hey." Adam says.

"h- hi." I say as he gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"you okay? you look a little off."

"erm.....yeah I am fine. Why wouldn't I be?" I say trying to calm myself.

"hey sis."

"h- hey Josh. Good Luck. " Is all I can get out.

"hey Ambs." Logan says with a smirk. His eyes scanning over my body.

"h-hi L-Logan." I say shivering under his gaze, which makes me know for sure he remembered the bet, but maybe he will just not bring it up because of Adam. Oh who am I kidding he loves pissing Adam off. Stupid...hot... man-whore... jerk-face. Uhhh. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. Stupid smug smirk and perfect blue eyes. Ahh.

"What's wrong Ambs? You seem a little tense like you LOST something?" He says laughingly. Uhhh. Josh is oblivious, but Adam tenses up as he notices me freaking. I need to learn how to mask my feelings better.

"Nothing's wrong jeez." I grumble angrily and storm off to the sidelines.

I HATE LOGAN CLIFTON.

*no you don't.*

Yes I do.

*no, you don't. face it you like him.*

How would you know! Who the hell are you?

*I am that annoying voice that's always in the back of everyone's head.*

I figured the annoying part on my own.

*Words hurt you know.*

And so does listening to an annoying voice in my head. Okay now I am talking to a voice in my head. I am starting to get how boys drive girls crazy.

The game starts out looking bad for us. We are two touchdowns behind Bayside but by fourth quarter where in the lead thanks to Joshie and Logan's amazing teamwork. They are great together, an unstoppable force. Unfortunately, as the time nears to the end I am about ready to curl up into a ball and die. This would have been so much more fun if I didn't have a boyfriend or was smart and didn't make bets with the devil. Uhhh. As the clock runs out everyone is jumping up and down and cheering except me. I get pulled by the squad to the middle of the football field to congratulate the team.

"hi Ambs." Logan whispers into my ear. His cool breathe tickles my skin.

"h-hi Lo-Logan." I say hoping he will not bring it up.

"I think you owe me a present." He says wrapping his hands around my waist and turning me so I am facing him. He drops his hands from my waist.

"W- What kind of p-present?" I look at my feet avoiding his blue eyes knowing once I look into them I won't be able to think straight, but he puts his finger under my chin forcing me to look into his eyes.

"You know what kind. I said one month and I did it." I stare at him knowing I can't run from him even if I wanted to, which I don't. I should not be doing this or feeling this. I have a boyfriend a sweet, kind , hot boyfriend. Instead, I am here with my heart pounding and my cheeks on fire.

"umm....Logan....I- ...I- can't. Adam and Josh would kill you."

"I'm not afraid." He says with a lazy smile while his fingers run across my parted lips. I kiss his finger before even realizing what I am doing. My heart is beating a million beats per second and my cheeks are on fire. Adam could be standing next to me and I wouldn't even notice at this moment. I look into Logan's blue eyes that like an endless ocean of blue and get lost. I got to get out of here. Logan knows me too much and I don't think straight when I am with him. I can't stand here. I can't fall for him. I will get hurt and he'll leave me.

"I- I am." I whisper before running away. I feel a tear escape me as I run to the car and collapse on the floor. I curl my arms around my legs and hide my face. I feel sick. I have a crush on Logan Clifton, a slutty guy who can't keep it in his pants. God there is something wrong with me. I am dating Adam. He's perfect and sweet and the type of first boyfriend every girl wants. Worse, I am hurting my brother. He is the best and I am here crushing on the one guy he doesn't want me to be with, his best friend. If he was going out with Emily, I would be heartbroken. She's my best friend, if he broke her heart I would lose her. There is something seriously wrong with me. I feel tears streaming down my face and everything else starts to darken. The last thing I register is someone's arms wrapping around me as I fall into a peaceful sleep.

oh also MAKE IT OR BREAK IT is on TONIGHT!!!!!!!!! at 10 pm (: super excited.

if you have no idea what I am talking about its okay....i need to shut up anyway (:

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