Ava's povI woke up early in the morning since I had an early class and a project to do. I was more tempted to skip but I couldn't because it's me. I could lose my scholarship and that is the last thing I want. I took a fast shower then proceeded to get dressed.I put on my jeans and a black hoodie. All these years I've never cared about how I dress or any kind of fashion, I just wear what I feel is comfortable. I cleaned the living room and kitchen. I decided to make a simple breakfast,not wanting to use too many things and cause Logan to lose. I made coffee, bread with sausage. I looked at my watch and it's 8am, only an hour left for my class.Groaning under my breath,I stuffed more bread into my mouth then stumbled out of Logan's apartment and started running to westbridge.About 30 minutes later I reached my class and this was the first time of my life arriving late to my class. It's because I kept daydreaming about all that happened with Logan.âOk! Guys I'll be submitting your
Ava's povLogan's words were still echoing in my mind as I walked to the cafeteria, the sound of the soft click of my sneakers on the tile floor almost comforting in its simplicity. Heâd told me heâd pick me up after practice. Heâd told me. I hadnât even asked. And part of me loved it, the part that wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, he liked spending time with me beyond just our tutoring sessions.I had to shake the thought away. Focus! Focus! on the tutoring. Thatâs what this was about. Helping him with his grades. Nothing more.But then, why did the idea of him picking me up make my heart skip a beat? Why did the idea of spending time with him outside of the classroom have me in a frenzy? Iâd told myself, after our study sessions, after that kiss in the library...the kiss, that we could just go back to normal. Friends. Nothing more. And yet, with each passing moment, the line between what I wanted and what I was willing to admit to myself became blurrier.By the time I reac
Ava's povI was busy doing my project trying to do anything that could get Logan Carter out of my mind. And damn! If it works!It took me a long time to finish my project when I finally decided to get up from a very comfortable couch or my current bed. I rolled my eyes.I still wonder why didn't Logan offer me his spare room all this time I've been here and left me suffering here on this couch? But I can't say anything about his house rules!I went to take a shower. After a quick three-ish minute shower I put on comfortable sweatpants and a hoodie and tied my hair in a ponytail. I was finally hungry, and there's literally nothing to eat here. I don't want to rummage through Logan's kitchen cabinets because first; it's not mine and second; I don't want him to get mad at me nor thinking he finally has a chance to get into my pants.I decided to go to Walmart to buy my own groceries. Upon arriving at Walmart I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my hoodie, the cool air from the AC i
Avaâs POVSilence...Thick, and suffocating silence.I sat frozen, my fingers tightening around my half emptied bowl of noodles as I watched Logan shift uncomfortably. His jaw clenched, his hands running through his already messy hair. The girl;whoever she was...was still on the floor, blinking in confusion before letting out a loud, dramatic huff.And I thought he had changed!mph! silly me âSeriously?â she muttered, standing up and dusting off her tiny dress. She flipped her hair, glaring at Logan. âYou didnât tell me you had company.âLogan didnât respond. His gaze was locked onto mine, and for some reason, it pissed me off.Tristan shook his head, looking disgusted. âBro, what the hell?âCharlotteâs mouth was hanging open, her wide eyes bouncing between me and Logan like she was watching the most dramatic scene in a movie.I could feel my chest tightening, and I hated it. I hated that this⌠whatever this was, affected me. That Logan being Logan the playboy, the reckless flirt bot
Ava's povAfter the Logan incident yesterday I didn't want to face him at all.so I avoided him at all costs. The next morning I didn't have any morning class, Tristan and Charlotte wasted no time in helping me searching for part time jobs. Charlotte had practically forced me out of my bed, dragging me along as she and Tristan made calls to people they're familiar with, checking job postings, and even walked me through every cafe, bookstore, and retail store which were close by.âOkay,hear me out," Charlotte said as we strolled around the town. âAva, you should totally work at that cozy little bookstore near my place. It's quiet,you love books, and best of all,no perverts or rude customers".I sighedâ I doubt they're hiring,I didn't see any post about hiring". I turned to themâbut thanks for the effort guys you've no idea how much you've helped me".Tristan suddenly pointed to a small diner across the street. It was not bigger but had a lot of customers. " That place has ââhelp wanted'
~Loganâs POV~I stood there, frozen, as Ava disappeared into the kitchen. I couldn't wrap my head around anything, nothing made sense at that time.She was leaving.She was leaving me!I didnât know what the hell to say. My mind kept replaying her words⌠I got a job today and an apartment.She got a job! And She was actually moving out.My chest tightened in a way I didnât understand. I shouldâve seen this coming. Hell, I pushed her to this. Last night was a mess. I knew I screwed up the second I woke up with a pounding headache and the memory of Avaâs furious, disappointed face burned into my brain. But hearing her say it out loud, making it finalâŚdamn. I hadnât expected it to feel like this.I was low-key devastated! Maybe not low-key!I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling under my skin. Why does this bother me so much?Why do I feel like this? She's a bet right?I should be fine with it. She was just a roommate, right? A tutor. Someone who happened to live in my space
~Ava's pov~After leaving Logan's apartment,the air outside was cold but I barely noticed as I dragged my bag down the apartment steps. Every step felt heavier than the last, something inside me was resisting the urge to turn back and go back to Logan.But I couldn't.Not after everything that happened.I needed time to sort out my life first.I tightened my grip on my duffle bag forcing myself to focus on the road ahead. Charlotte's apartment was only a few minutes' ride away and she had been more willing and ecstatic about me crashing at her place until I figured things out.It was the right decision.The smart one!So why did it feel like I was walking away from something that I wasn't ready to let go of?âBecause a part of you wanted him to stop youI might be going insane!.I clenched my jaw, willing the thought away. Logan didn't stop me. He let me go .That alone should be enough proof of where we stood.I called a cab and waited, my heart beating fast against my ribs. My finge
~Logan's pov~The apartment was a mess not in the way of scattered clothes or dirty dishes around,no! That kind of mess didn't bother me. This was a different kind of mess,the silence was suffocating,the apartment was empty, the emptiness suffocated me in a way I wasn't used to.Ava was gone. I should have seen it coming but now that she has already left, I don't feel good now.I ran a hand through my hair,my grip tightening at the roots. This was ridiculous. I had no right to feel this way towards her but I couldn't help myself.But I knew better! My kind of life didn't allow me to have the privilege of letting someone in⌠not until my father is out of the picture.A sharp knock on the door. Yanked me out from my wandering thoughts.Who's it now?With a heavy sigh I pushed myself from the couch and made my way to the door. Levi stood there,arms crossed eyebrows raised in amusement.Levi looked exactly like me, he's my younger brother but we've always treated each other like twins. O
Avaâs POVThe morning light entered through the blinds, casting soft beams of sunlight across the room. I could hear the faint hum of traffic from outside, but it felt distant, like it didn't matter. It was just me and Logan, lounging in my small apartment, an easy peace between us.Logan was sprawled on the couch, a bowl of cereal in hand, and I sat on the armrest, my legs tucked beneath me as I scrolled through my phone. The air was quiet except for the occasional clink of his spoon hitting the bowl, but I felt completely content."You know, youâre not bad at this whole 'relaxing at home' thing," Logan remarked, glancing up at me with that lazy grin of his. He had his usual cocky charm, but this morning, it wasnât as sharp. It was softened, like he was letting down his guard, just for me.I raised an eyebrow, setting my phone down. "Is that a compliment? Or are you just mocking my lifestyle?"Logan shrugged with a casual smirk. "A little bit of both. I always imagined you'd be all a
Avaâs POVCharlotte and I had managed to snag a table near the window cafeteria,where the sun streamed in, warming the wooden surface.I stabbed my fork into my salad, listening to Charlotte ramble about some drama between her and Tristan when a shadow suddenly fell over us.âMind if I join?âI looked up, surprised to see Levi Carter standing beside our table, a charming grin on his face. Carter's siblings are charming!.Charlotte, ever the flirt, beamed at him. âOf course! Sit with us anytime, handsome.âLevi chuckled and pulled out a chair. âIâll take that as an official invitation.âI shook my head with a small smile. Levi was different from Logan, softer around the edges, with an easygoing aura that made him instantly likable. He was also just as attractive, and I could already feel the stares from nearby tables as he settled in.âSo,â Levi started, looking between me and Charlotte, âwhat do you guys do for fun around here?ââFun?â Charlotte scoffed. âPlease, this campus is borin
Avaâs POVCharlotte and I sat at our usual table, her phone in one hand and a fork in the other as she scrolled through something on her feed. I poked at my salad, not really paying attention, until she let out a dramatic sigh.âYou know, for someone who just got her own place, you donât seem very excited,â she pointed out, setting her phone down.I shrugged. âI am. Itâs just⌠a lot.âShe studied me for a second before smirking. âOr maybe it has something to do with Logan.âI nearly choked on my drink. âExcuse me?âBefore she could respond, a tray dropped onto the table across from us. Logan slid into the seat beside me, followed by Tristan, who took his usual place next to her.âTalking about me again?â Logan teased, stealing one of my fries.I glared at him. âNo one was talking about you.âCharlotte snorted. âLies.âTristan laughed. âYou two are exhausting to watch, you know that?âLogan smirked, completely unfazed. âSo, nerd, you coming to the game later?âI sighed. âI have work,
Avaâs POVMoving day came faster than I expected.I woke up to the sound of Charlotte banging on my door, her voice too energetic for the early morning.How can she be chirpy so early in the morning?âRise and shine, apartment owner! Time to move your broke ass out of here!âI groaned, burying my face in my pillow. âFive more minutes.ââNope.â She yanked my blanket away. âWe have a lot to do. Loganâs coming soon, and if he sees you drooling on your pillow, I will never let you live it down and I don't think he'll appreciate thatâ she winked at meThat got me up.I threw a pillow at her, but she dodged it with a laugh. âGet dressed, loser. Iâll make coffee.âI sighed, dragging myself out of bed.By the time I was dressed and had shoved a piece of toast into my mouth, Logan had already arrived.He leaned against the doorframe, looking way too good in a simple hoodie and jeans. âYou ready, nerd?âI rolled my eyes. âYou know, normal people say good morning.ââIâm not normal,â he said with
Avaâs POVThe first thing I did when my salary hit my account was stare at my phone screen in disbelief.$2,000.I wasnât used to seeing that much money in my account at once. I knew it wouldnât last long rent, groceries, and bills would take a huge part but for now, I let myself have a moment to feel proud.Iâd earned this.The second thing I did was text Charlotte.Me: Weâre going apartment hunting today.Charlotte: OMG FINALLY! Iâm grabbing coffee. Meet me at campus in 20 minutes!I barely had time to pull on a decent outfit before running out the door. The sun was bright, and for the first time in a while, I felt like things were coming together.I was getting out of Charlotte apartment giving her a space with her boyfriend.âOkay, so I did some research,â Charlotte said, sliding into the booth across from me at the campus cafĂŠ. She had two coffees in her hands one for her, one for me. âI found a few places that are actually within budget.âI took the coffee gratefully. âHow much
Loganâs POVThe gym was empty except for the sound of my fists slamming into the punching bag. Each hit sent a sharp ache up my arm, but I welcomed the pain. It was better than thinking. Better than remembering.After last night, after seeing her, I hadnât been able to get Ava out of my damn head. The way she looked at me like she saw me for the first time had messed me up more than I wanted to admit.I landed another punch, breathing hard.âYou trying to kill the bag or yourself?âI turned to see Aaron leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his usual cocky smirk in place.What the fuck does he want?I rolled my shoulders. âWhat do you want?âHe strolled in, tossing a football between his hands. âI think you know.âI grabbed my towel, wiping the sweat from my face. âNot in the mood, man.âAaron let out a mock gasp. âNot in the mood? Thatâs funny because last time I checked, you had plenty of motivation.âI clenched my jaw. âDrop it.âHe grinned. âCome on, Logan. Donât tell me you
Avaâs POVThe night air was cool as Logan and I walked side by side, the quiet sounds of the city enveloping around us. My fingers curled around the plush wolf heâd tried so hard to win, and I couldnât help but smile.âSo, whatâs next?â Logan asked, tossing the last of his fries into his mouth.I raised an eyebrow. âNext? Itâs almost midnight, Carter.ââAnd?â He smirked. âScared to stay out late?âI rolled my eyes. âI have work tomorrow, unlike you.âLogan placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. âAre you calling me unemployed?âI gave him a pointed look. âYou literally donât have a job.ââTechnically, I do.â He grinned. âI play football. Thatâs a job.ââFootball isnât a job, itâs a sport,â I shot back.âA sport I get paid for,â he countered.I groaned. âYou get scholarship money for it. Thatâs different.âLogan shrugged. âDetails, details.âI shook my head, but I was smiling. Being around him was easy, even when we were arguing.We walked a little longer until we reached a sma
Ava's povThe next day, Charlotte nearly choked on her cereal when I told her about what happened with Logan."You did what?" She gaped at me from across the kitchen table."I said yes to a date with Logan," I muttered, sipping my coffee, trying to sound casual but inside I was freaking out.Charlotte slammed her spoon down. "Ava! This is huge! Logan doesnât date. He flirts, he hooks up, and then he moves on."I winced. "Thanks for the reminder.""But," she continued, pointing her spoon at me, "he likes you. Like, actually likes you. I seen the way he looked at you everytime."I frowned. "What do you mean?"Charlotte smirked. "Ava, that boy is whipped. He is glaring at any guy who so much as glanced in your direction whenever you aren't looking. It is so hilarious."I blinked. Logan⌠jealous? That didnât seem like him. Am I too dense to understand anything?Before I could overthink it, my phone buzzed.Logan: Be ready at 7. Iâm picking you up.I stared at the message, my stomach flip
~Avaâs POV~I stood there frozen, did Logan Carter just ask me on a date?. my heart beating faster against my chest so loudly that I was sure Logan could hear it. He had just asked me out. Logan Carter; the cocky, arrogant, undeniably gorgeous football player had just asked me on a date.My lips still tingled from his kiss, and my brain was struggling to keep up with everything that had just happened. It seemed like I was sent into a frenzy.âIâŚâ My voice came out hoarse, and I cleared my throat. That was so embarrassing! âI donât know what to say.âLoganâs eyes searched mine, his brows slightly furrowed like he was preparing himself for rejection. âYou could start by saying yes,â he said, attempting his usual smirk, but it didnât quite reach his eyes. He was scared.I exhaled loudly, stepping back slightly, needing space to think, because every time he's near me I seem to lose all my abilities to think. Logan wasnât just some guy asking me out. He was Logan Westbridge Universi