LOGANFuck this. I'm starting to think Peter was right. In theory, the plan had a low chance of failure. As I thought of every loophole, I sorted out a solution, I got here being resolved to see it to the end. But now, I feel stressed out, it's the buzzing in my throat presumably from the whiskey I just started downing. Johnathan would be utterly disappointed at the sight. So much work, all for nothing. All because of her. Mia. Mia. Mia. I listened to the liquid pour into the glass, I lingered from the rest of the team and their antics. I shouldn't have come here. Mia is becoming an inconvenience. A spontaneous game piece and it's frustrating. Callous and hypocritical. I came here to exact revenge like a sixteen-year-old but fell into the same pit as my predecessor did. I can't justify what this was, but punishing Nick for something I find myself indulging in was insane. Abstinence shouldn't prickle my skin. Not licking hers shouldn't scorch my insides. But it does. I'm enjoy
LOGANWEDNESDAY "These reports look good. It takes a few years to meet someone dedicated. I'm glad that person was you and I didn't make the wrong choice."Choice. I An illusion in today's world. We always had a choice, decided our date, lies whispered by your internal compass to manage you. Ib reality, we had to live with some pre determined circumstance. Most times we live in the façade of control whereas we're a bunch of mindless robots. Mr Dawson enjoyed thinking the interviews and application leading up to my selection was a hundred percent his doing, but he couldn't be far from the truth. The best manipulation tactics was allowing the other party believe they had all the power. It's much easier to make people trip when the don't feel the need to look down while walking with you.It also helped that I had a 4.0 and was from the city. Male. Straight. White. Some would say are the three keys to becoming successful. It's practically handed in your palms. I don't disagree. **"
MIA"If Gianna or my dad catches us in here, it's over.""Would that be such a bad thing?"I'm gonna have a migraine."There's no time to even dwell on those words.""Why are you with my brother still?"I scoff, then proceed to start pacing around the room since it's the least nonsensical option I can come up with."Honey, please open up."I can bite the tips of my fingernails to stop the little squeals. Meanwhile, Logan rests at one end of the room looking unbothered. "All your fricking fault."I shove my finger in his face instead. Two hands fly up in surrender, but I can tell that's mockery as well. I knew this ruse was all done elaborate plot, he was never going to waste a chit on something as fruitless as dinner. The bigger picture was screwing with me. "I thought we didn't have time to dwell? You seem to enjoy blaming me so much yet you're the one who had a spiral out there."The fucker was eavesdropping? What the hell happened to getting out the window and leaving?"If I wa
MIA "Hey, girls.""And you."My shoulders jerked from the sound of stainless steel hitting the table, but my mind was busy disassociating to wonder why Maya was being sarcastic. "It's been three days since we've properly spoken and you decided not to say a word about it.""I'm sorry.""No don't even try to —""Wait what, did you guys hear that?"I assume Zoe and Chloe eagerly nod. "She just apologized. No further arguments?""I always do that, what do you mean?""We mean how you never admit you're wrong.""That's because I haven't been wrong, until three seconds ago.""No, you're bad at communicating, so I usually expect an excuse. Not an apology. Oh my God, your skin is pale. You're sick.""I'm not sick."I rolled my eyes, unwrapping my homemade sandwich. A terrible cafeteria burger would make my stomach worse than it already was. I've had the urge to puke since history. "She's been this way since history class, right when...""I saw a picture of how people hunted animals in the l
MIA The bell rings in three and I'm throating a man's dick. All Fridays are like this. Casual blow jobs in classrooms, I revel in it, especially loving how those hazel eyes darken and he fists my hair, holding my place and I take all of him, my eyes threatening to spill tears as they struggle to maintain the intense gaze. Yeah, I'll lock that memory away for later. **** "I made it back on time!" I sound a bit squeaky, wiping my mouth's edge with a napkin. My sandwich was neatly packed in the bag. And then the bell sounds. "Fuck." "Ugh, I can eat in geography." I folded the bag and stuffed it into my backpack watching everyone else clean up their leftovers while my stomach rumbled. On a side note, Logan didn't last long at all. "We need to talk." The twins walked ahead and I was shoved into a restroom. "Right behind you guys!" "Am I being kidnapped?" "Don't. You weren't meeting up with Nick or getting ketchup packets." "W-What?" "Why would you even think that?" "Be
MIA Nick wasn't behind me when I woke up, so I welcomed the escape and slipped into the washroom, wiping the left over makeover on my face as I rehearsed what I was going to say next. I'd succeeded in imploding my life over the last twenty four hours. Now I have to slowly pick up the pieces. I walked downstairs expecting pitch forks and torches as they demanded my head but it was all too quiet. Except for the farmilar laugh coming from the study. Dragging myself over there, I slowly made out the voices as they got even clearer. Gianna and Nick were discussing a book while my father sat at the far end, watching them argue back and forth then laugh in between. "She's awake!" I plastered a smile of my own, fully walking into the study to meet six pair of eyes on me. I wondered what each of them knew? Did my father know his daughter was a two timing slut? Did Gianna tell my father? Or Nick? I wouldn't blame her, I said horrible things. Thinking about is just gives me whip splas
"Why are you being so understanding. I was rude to you. I treated you like—" "You're still a child to me Mia. You're going to make mistakes. You're going to fail and feel like life is kicking you to the curb. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I made it worse." I blinked. Again. And again. Was this a trick? An elaborate ruse to get my guard down? Because no one can be this understanding? There's no way. "There's no hidden agenda here Mia. When the time is right, you and I will get to talk as we should have ages ago." I could only nod, setting the spoon and knife beside each plate. "If you were in my shoes, what exactly would you do. The truth." "I'd break up with Nick." She answered without missing a beat. "You... You would?" "Yes. If your heart was still with him, you wouldn't be thinking of his brother. You need to come to terms with the fact that maybe you're no longer in love with him. Yes, you have great love towards him, but he's not the one who makes your world sp
LOGAN "Peter." "What happened?" He could tell by my tone. What gave it away? The heavy breathing over the phone or the fact that my grip was faltering and I had to cling to the damn kitchen counter to steady myself. "Logan?" "This was a mistake. Coming here. The internship. Mia. Nick. All of it." Where's the damn vokda when you need it? I can't be sober right now. "What did you do?" "What haven't I done? It was supposed to be easy. Have sex with her. Make Nick pay. Then leave. I wasn't counting on everything else." "Like what?" I pulled a cabinet and found a bottle, grabbing it as the urge to chunk half of it down my throat became overwhelming. But no. This isn't good. It just wasn't me. "Her smell. I want to bury my nose in the crook of her neck and stay there. I wasn't counting on enjoying. Taking pleasure in watching her be mine. What the fuck is wrong with me? This was supposed to be a business transaction." "Logan. Have you considered pulling the plug on the entire
MIAThe bell rings in three and I'm throating a man's dick. All Fridays are like this. Casual blow jobs in classrooms, I revel in it, especially loving how those hazel eyes darken and he fists my hair, holding my place and I take all of him, my eyes threatening to spill tears as they struggle to maintain the intense gaze.Yeah, I'll lock that memory away for later.****"I made it back on time!"I sound a bit squeaky, wiping my mouth's edge with a napkin. My sandwich was neatly packed in the bag.And then the bell sounds."Fuck.""Ugh, I can eat in geography."I folded the bag and stuffed it into my backpack watching everyone else clean up their leftovers while my stomach rumbled. On a side note, Logan didn't last long at all. "We need to talk."The twins walked ahead and I was shoved into a restroom."Right behind you guys!""Am I being kidnapped?""Don't. You weren't meeting up with Nick or getting ketchup packets.""W-What?""Why would you even think that?""Because Tony texted
Colour me a hypocrite because I do not make my presence known upon hearing those words. I remain at the top of the stairs and listen in on the conversation. Even though it's without bounds given my situation, but something about the name sparks farmilarity and if she has Nick riled up, I wonder how exactly they're connected. "I don't care. Everything is going fine. Even Logan seems fine. I don't need you coming up here to dredge up any nonsense." And there you have it. She knows Logan. Nick knows her. What in the fuck was going on? "Ginny. Stay where you are. It's better that way. I mean it!" He's getting agitated already. All the tells were there. Balled fists. Elevated tone of voice. Pretty sure the lines of his face were wrinkled if his back wasn't turned away. "Ginny!" The call got cut off and his clenched the phone, his body turning around and I caught the split second of rage before it dissolved immediately upon seeing me at the top of the stairs. "Baby..." Not completely
MIA "You're a rebel now?" My eyes nearly popped out of their socket. The guilt was crippling. I didn't even notice the grin across his face when he said those words. "What?" "You usually stay back and help clean up, but you couldn't wait to leave and talk. Is this about today?" He shrugged his hands over my shoulders, and I hated his understanding he was being in this moment. Things would go much more smoothly if he turned out to be the jerk from two weeks ago. The main reason why I felt prey to Logan's advances to begin with. But of course, the universe chooses to bless me with an evolving boyfriend who finally decides to change after months of bull shiting. "Mia, are you okay? If this is about Gianna. I saw you two.." "It's not about her. In fact, for the first time, we might be getting along." Bonding over shared trauma. I don't add that part, not yet anyway. "So what's wrong. You can talk to me about anything." "You'll hate me." I lowered my head, the overwhelming urg
**** I stepped out of the bath tub, the hot shower doing nothing to clear the rampage in my head. That's when I noticed my phone on the counter, a notification lighting the screen up already. Five missed calls. Before I could check who it was, the next incoming call had that fairly figured out for me. Ginny. I shouldn't indulge her. Infact with my current state, I should silence the call and head straight into bed. I don't. I slide over the answer button and place the phone next to my ear. "What exactly do you want?" "Why are you back home?" Ever so direct. "I have an internship. I'm certain we spoke about this previously." "It's you. You could've picked anywhere else. Why Michigan?" "Family is here. Life Beyond Care is an amazing institution. I'd be getting a good reference." "Yes. From Mr Dawson." How the fuck? I couldn't answer. "You did your research." "Yes. I care about you. I want to know what's happening. I'm worried." "Exactly why? You ruined my life. Cheated. L
LOGAN "Peter." "What happened?" He could tell by my tone. What gave it away? The heavy breathing over the phone or the fact that my grip was faltering and I had to cling to the damn kitchen counter to steady myself. "Logan?" "This was a mistake. Coming here. The internship. Mia. Nick. All of it." Where's the damn vokda when you need it? I can't be sober right now. "What did you do?" "What haven't I done? It was supposed to be easy. Have sex with her. Make Nick pay. Then leave. I wasn't counting on everything else." "Like what?" I pulled a cabinet and found a bottle, grabbing it as the urge to chunk half of it down my throat became overwhelming. But no. This isn't good. It just wasn't me. "Her smell. I want to bury my nose in the crook of her neck and stay there. I wasn't counting on enjoying. Taking pleasure in watching her be mine. What the fuck is wrong with me? This was supposed to be a business transaction." "Logan. Have you considered pulling the plug on the entire
"Why are you being so understanding. I was rude to you. I treated you like—" "You're still a child to me Mia. You're going to make mistakes. You're going to fail and feel like life is kicking you to the curb. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I made it worse." I blinked. Again. And again. Was this a trick? An elaborate ruse to get my guard down? Because no one can be this understanding? There's no way. "There's no hidden agenda here Mia. When the time is right, you and I will get to talk as we should have ages ago." I could only nod, setting the spoon and knife beside each plate. "If you were in my shoes, what exactly would you do. The truth." "I'd break up with Nick." She answered without missing a beat. "You... You would?" "Yes. If your heart was still with him, you wouldn't be thinking of his brother. You need to come to terms with the fact that maybe you're no longer in love with him. Yes, you have great love towards him, but he's not the one who makes your world sp
MIA Nick wasn't behind me when I woke up, so I welcomed the escape and slipped into the washroom, wiping the left over makeover on my face as I rehearsed what I was going to say next. I'd succeeded in imploding my life over the last twenty four hours. Now I have to slowly pick up the pieces. I walked downstairs expecting pitch forks and torches as they demanded my head but it was all too quiet. Except for the farmilar laugh coming from the study. Dragging myself over there, I slowly made out the voices as they got even clearer. Gianna and Nick were discussing a book while my father sat at the far end, watching them argue back and forth then laugh in between. "She's awake!" I plastered a smile of my own, fully walking into the study to meet six pair of eyes on me. I wondered what each of them knew? Did my father know his daughter was a two timing slut? Did Gianna tell my father? Or Nick? I wouldn't blame her, I said horrible things. Thinking about is just gives me whip splas
MIA The bell rings in three and I'm throating a man's dick. All Fridays are like this. Casual blow jobs in classrooms, I revel in it, especially loving how those hazel eyes darken and he fists my hair, holding my place and I take all of him, my eyes threatening to spill tears as they struggle to maintain the intense gaze. Yeah, I'll lock that memory away for later. **** "I made it back on time!" I sound a bit squeaky, wiping my mouth's edge with a napkin. My sandwich was neatly packed in the bag. And then the bell sounds. "Fuck." "Ugh, I can eat in geography." I folded the bag and stuffed it into my backpack watching everyone else clean up their leftovers while my stomach rumbled. On a side note, Logan didn't last long at all. "We need to talk." The twins walked ahead and I was shoved into a restroom. "Right behind you guys!" "Am I being kidnapped?" "Don't. You weren't meeting up with Nick or getting ketchup packets." "W-What?" "Why would you even think that?" "Be
MIA "Hey, girls.""And you."My shoulders jerked from the sound of stainless steel hitting the table, but my mind was busy disassociating to wonder why Maya was being sarcastic. "It's been three days since we've properly spoken and you decided not to say a word about it.""I'm sorry.""No don't even try to —""Wait what, did you guys hear that?"I assume Zoe and Chloe eagerly nod. "She just apologized. No further arguments?""I always do that, what do you mean?""We mean how you never admit you're wrong.""That's because I haven't been wrong, until three seconds ago.""No, you're bad at communicating, so I usually expect an excuse. Not an apology. Oh my God, your skin is pale. You're sick.""I'm not sick."I rolled my eyes, unwrapping my homemade sandwich. A terrible cafeteria burger would make my stomach worse than it already was. I've had the urge to puke since history. "She's been this way since history class, right when...""I saw a picture of how people hunted animals in the l