**** 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
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
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
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
MIA"You're gonna want to know my name before you leave."The meaning of his words doesn't pass by me. I tug my tights forcefully over my hips."Nope. I'm good, Thanks."A mockery of those exact words from last night tunes in my head."Logan."I roll my eyes, reaching and clasping my bra then taking my phone to check my notifications. Ten missed calls. All from Nick. I'm so screwed."Jackson."He adds cooly. The breeze from the window causes my teeth to shake. "My name is Logan Jackson." He completes.My brain is fried. I swerved harshly and my head throbs in pain. No way in hell. I cannot be that unlucky. My eyes are begging for him to take those words back, but he sits at the edge of the bed, his presence filling the room, his eyes unrelenting as they meet mine. Fuck my whole life. At that moment, I do what any self-respecting girl would, I bolt out through the door."Logan Jackson."The name burns at the tip of my tongue.Please tell me I didn't just sleep with my boyfriend's brot
MIANINE HOURS EARLIER "It's a red flag if you hit on me minutes after watching another guy try to get handsy.""I just need someone to talk to."He doesn't reek of alcohol, or maybe whatever cologne he wears masks it well. His scent invades my nostrils. We reach the end of the bar and grab a stool. "Glad to know you're not trying to get into my pants then.""Who said I wasn't trying."His smirk screams temptation and I should run. Flirting in a bar, drunk, and aching is not a good idea. I should leave now. Find Maya and go."Tell me about yourself."He cuts my turmoil. Is it sad that no one truly asked? Nick and I grew up together, so he knew me. Or so he thought, I never got the talking stage with him. For most, they've had it too many times it became predictable, I just needed the first experience.Cute. Projecting your insecurities on a stranger."I should find my friend. It's getting late. I grabbed my phone to leave. ""Don't I get a name?""You first."I answered, pausing for
MIAPRESENT"Let me just say Walter was amazing."I emptied a glass of juice down my throat, catching my best friend free fall on the couch next to me. Quite the dramatics.Dad and Gianna return on Sunday, twenty-four more hours of peace, excluding my best friend over here."Who's Walter again?"I croaked, my throat remaining dry even after three cups. "The sexy bartender. Ugh."She shook her head. "Photographic memory my ass.""Where did you run off to? I missed a few of your calls, I was too busy...""Don't consider finishing that sentence, please. For my mental health."She bit her lips, giggling with my legs hanging off the couch. "But seriously, I got worried."I reached for another glass as the words formed in my head."Oh, I was nowhere. Just a few rooms down and having my boyfriend's possible brother's face buried between my legs, screaming, begging for more then running out like a coward this morning before I could confirm if they're related. Possibly since I have no intenti
MIA Crestwood High. Ranked top five in the state of Michigan. It's well, a high school, as you'd imagine. Nothing so fancy, but every school has its differences, and with Crestwood, everyone is exactly as they seem. Until they're not.The Nerds who are just people smarter than the rest of us then punished for it because they don't 'fit in' to our usual standards of typical dumbness. The popular kids were lucky enough to be born into a rich family, so they decided they were better than everyone else. I mean, they are. But still. The in-betweens. Average grades. Not so popular, but most people recognize their names. They get called out once in a while and attend a few parties. Then others just exist. They go to class and stroll through the hallway, but they can't fit into a place. They're invisible to everyone else. Which brings us to me. Am I popular? Dating the quarterback sort of gives you that by default. Was I a nerd? I cried when I got less than a 90 on a test, so maybe.Then
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