MIA
Another reason I wish Maya hadn't worked out everything in seconds. She's a smooth talker, which meant Nick was getting into a confrontation eventually. It also meant my poker face game was getting worse, but we'll worry about that later."Thank you, girls. Do you have any plans for the evening?""Even if we did, Mr Dawson, I doubt you'd know about it. Mia tends to startle us all."She bobbed her head as though a magnificent realization had just been made."Maya!""What? Don't we all know?"Dad glanced past all three of us. "I do."Logan quips at the end. His presence is unnoticed.That's a lie. All I can smell is him."Of course you do."Maya snorts. I may have found someone she dislikes more than Max."I get the impression that you're hardly wrong, so yeah I do."Her smile is radiant. One compliment and she's grounded."It's Monday, Dad. I'm headed home and going through a few readings.""I'm behind on a few case files from my last trip, so I was hoping you could tour the hospital with Logan. He'll need to run quite a few errands, and it'd be helpful if he knew where everything was."My skin turned pale. Tour? I guess I'm a guide now. Awkward conversation. Close spaces.Ugh. "I can give him the tour, Mr Dawson. I love talking....""Don't we all know?"My dad and I chorused. She waved us off before persisting. "I can show him."She elbowed me, a cue to leave while I could."I don't suppose you move in separate cars?""No."I dropped my shoulders. "Then both of you can tour. It shouldn't take ten minutes. Please, dear."I learned my protests would only lead to skepticism. Rather, I gave him a small smile, my gaze softening as I nodded in agreement."Uh, I guess we can show him around quick.""Thank you."He strode towards his desk, retrieving a folder and then pulling a seat to start his work."Oh, Dad, Logan is Nick's brother."I blurted. All heads rotated. If he's here to stay, I can't pull the covers over my head tonight, not knowing if they're related or not."Mia!""It's not a secret. You're not a secret, right?"I met his eyes for the first time today. He's enchanting. It's like a slow upbeat song. It makes my belly tingle. His eyes are the same, and they're observing mine. His head jerks slightly, his lips tug in a small smirk. I barely see it before it disappears."You know my brother?"I swallow a gasp, and it's like a cough."I guess we're playing the amnesia route.""That's right. The hospital and university handled background checks, and I didn't pay attention to his last name."He flipped through the folder. "Jackson.""I know your brother. Yes.""Do you, now?"He sucks a tiny part of his lips into his mouth, unable to hold his brows from quirking. I can hear the unspoken taunt."He's my boyfriend."I choked. This time, a smirk was displayed. I can read between the lines. Mockery. The slut who fucked him despite being in a relationship.It stings. Hurts my eyes. Clenching my fists at my sides, I avert my gaze from him and back to my dad."I need to use the washroom. I'll be down the hall, and we can start there."I blink back at least thrice, then bolt.Not only that, but I didn't cry the morning after. I sat in the bathroom feeling numb, but this made my eyes water. It's the feeling of being shallow like I'm insignificant.Everyone's attempting gender neutrality. That's why we have gender-neutral washrooms. I think it's the safer choice since no one wants confrontation or to take a stand. They avoid arguments.I pull a napkin at the thought. Run around with your problems instead of facing them. Hilarious.I pat the corners of my eyes, then sniffle. How ironic."My brother, huh?""How'd he pull you?"I jerk in shock, my brain not fully wired to accept a man's presence in the washroom. My eyes burn when I glare."What are you doing?"I sound like a predator, snarling at him."Making use of the washroom. Gender neutral.""Shut up."I grab an empty tissue roll, pointing at the cardboard in his face. His hands fly up in defense, his eyes sparkling with excitement."I'll use another washroom.""Don't move. I said shut up."His crooked grin makes me wish I could do more damage with this thing. I need a knife."What are you doing here? Why did you tell me your name? Did you know he was my father? What's the end goal? What's your problem!"He cocks his head, my grip on the paper cracking."Fucking answer me. And what was that? I'm sure you think it's snug. Fucking your brother's girlfriend."His lips curve. "Speak.""As you wish."His submission shouldn't make me tingle. But it does. I'm broken, for sure. Pick a poison, Mia. Praise or submission. You can't have both."I couldn't follow all the questions, but I can quip a correction. We didn't fuck."I lower my weapon, deflated and useless. "Huh?""Do you remember Saturday?"He's breaking the barricade."Y-Yes.""You recall everything, correct?"He lowers his knees, carefully retrieving the cardboard paper I dropped."Uh."He inches closer, lifting himself until we're much closer now."You wouldn't have hangover amnesia, Mia.""Don't touch me."I recoil, watching his hand shoot up. Then I move back and create much-needed space. I can't breathe that cologne. It reminds me too much of everything I'd like to forget."I wasn't planning to."Whip splash. "What?""I'm not touching you. I just need to do that."He slides around, tossing the paper away in the trash, and returning to me with a glum look."Oh."That shouldn't hurt. Boundaries. That's good. Exactly what we needed."Please don't litter."Maybe it's dominance? This damn man.Then he did that. A slight, almost unnoticeable brush of his finger against my exposed arm. Or maybe I'm overthinking it."Did you know I was dating Nick?"I blurted. If he did, it would explain nothing, but I just needed it to make sense. The alternative was to go crazy.The guilt was all mine."My brother."The taunts disappear, anger simmers through his face, and he clasps the sink's edge."That's right. You cheated on my brother."When his gaze lands back on me, there's no trace of what once was. I'm convinced I imagined it.The confirmation was clear regardless. He didn't know. Logan was just a guy who walked into a club, met a girl, and wanted her.Mia Dawson is a slut. The scandalous girlfriend who sinned the first chance she got.It was all me.Thank you for letting me know. We don't have to bring this up. Ever."I punctuate each phrase, looking back, pleading with my eyes that he agrees.Once again, he attempted to come forward."You have my word."He angles his head at mine and I swear those eyes glimpse past my lips before retreating and leaving me to my thoughts.It was all about me.As I dipped my hands in soap, I couldn't help but reminisce about the entire night. I didn't forget. There was no sex. But the weird mumbled sentences. The plan he had? What was all that?****"Ready?"That's a loaded question from my best friend. I need not be here. Rewind time and fix this past weekend. I am not ready to tour around."We're starting with the reception."I had a loopy smile, clasped my hands, and directed him forward.Maya shakes her head beside us.***He's been quiet, no awkward conversations yet, and we're almost done. They built the hospital like a mall, where you can walk in circles, and then return to where you started.It has always fascinated me."Ooh, who's that?"Like a purring cat. Was she ever not horny?"I'm gonna talk to him. Hang tight.""No. He's probably eight years older than you, and my dad will kill both of you.""More reasons I'm headed straight for it.""Maya!"I squeaked, but she disappeared towards the doctor, holding a notepad, and leaving me alone."We'll wait, and I think we're almost back to where we started. The tour ends here. You should be good at finding your way.""I am. I downloaded an interactive map. I know every inch.""Wait what?""Then why didn't you stop this stupid tour?""I wanted to see it in person regardless, or maybe I figured you'd spend the last ten minutes squirming as you do that thing.""What thing?"I huff, crossing my arms. He's pissing me off."That thing with your mind. You're not here. You are, but your mind isn't. It takes you everywhere at once, and you don't know how to shut it off."Who said he could play a therapist? And how was that such an accurate reading? Not a single person noticed."Fuck. You."His steps recede until we're beside each other, and then he comes up behind me and glances at our surroundings. Nurses and doctors casually pass by, and patients and visitors do the same.Then he holsters each side of my waist. I sucked in deep, frozen for an instant, then the familiarity of his touch caused me to tingle."Remember when I gave you my word earlier?""Yeah?"I hissed, checking on the doctor and my best friend. What is it with her and older men? My dad will kill whoever that guy was."I lied."He's touching me. Everyone. Can. See.We are. In. The. Open.My first thought was Nick, who wanted to tag along. Disgusting, right?I should shrug him off, but the hands around my waist aren't cold; they feel warm and make you want to lean over, so your head matches his neck and your mouth can kiss wherever the fuck it wants to."Logan, people can see. Let's go."Since I clearly can't. "That makes it all the better, Red."My hair comes to the back of my neck, so his view becomes clearer."What is it about this being wrong that makes it all the more enthralling, Mia?"My best friend is far too gone with flirting to notice us."You're delusional. I. Don't. Want. This."Swiftly, he cups my face and swerves it to meet his."Oh, yeah?"His eyes dip, and it's disgusting. I want to crawl into a corner, but it turns me on so damn —Fuck. It's baffling what I'd let him do to me."How can you do this to your brother?"I croak. The mention of Nick breaks the spell every time. He extinguishes his touch, leaving me to focus on Maya again."I did nothing."Finally, she scribbles her number on his arm, batting her lashes, and then makes a turn to rejoin us."Yet."He adds directly below my earlobes.What does that even mean? And why aren't I running? Instead, there's warmth between my legs, and he hasn't fucked me yet.Did I just say yet?Oh, sweet Lord.****A/N:I suppose I should have included a trigger warning in the first chapter, but I can now. There are some moral dilemmas. But again, it's fictional. So why not indulge? 。◕‿◕。MIA "How could you do that?"Both doors slammed as Maya and I got into the car. "He's like 29. It'd be crossing a few things off the bucket list, but not now. I did that for the plot."She winked, searching for keys in her pocket. "That's not what I meant. You left me alone with him!""Oh sweet Mia, that wasn't your main character moment. You'll know it when you see it."Her nonchalant self might as well earn a smack on the head. For now, I'll let it slide. I snort as we fasten seat belts. "Plus he was hardly a threat. He seemed like such an innocent soul. A good judge of character if you ask me."She bobs her head, pursing her lips in contentment. "I doubt it. He was with me. The slut who was willing to fuck him despite dating his brother."She sputtered the engine, swerving her head to glare. "The only dignified slut in the room here is me. Don't compete when you don't compare"A half grin formed on my face. Only Maya would think a slutty competition was worth it. "And you're
LOGAN A great family dinner has three stages. The intro where everyone pretends to feel great about having to spend hours sitting across from blood relatives when they'd much rather be doing something else. Smiles. Hand me a napkin. Hitting the fork against the plate which my dad hates. I do that a lot as you've guessed. Awkward conversation with obvious answers like how was your weekend? Tell me about it. On a scale of one to ten, how inappropriate do you think an admission to eating a girl out for dinner on Saturday night would be? Too much for appetizers? You're probably right. There's stage two. The awkward silence. Everyone realizes no one wants to communicate and by the former, I meant my mother. I like stage two. Looking up to catch their irritated faces is the highlight of my day. And finally, stage three. Desert and more attempts at bonding. With enough food in my stomach, my family turns into what it's always been. Destructive. Nick tries to prove the better son, my
MIA"Well what did he want?"Maya gently shoved her locker shut, leaving most of her books inside. I hadn't gotten to mine and my back starting to hurt. "What does that even mean? Did you listen to a word of what I said?"She bit her lips, acting thoughtful for a few seconds. "So let's get a few things straight. I drove here nearly getting a speeding ticket.""Oh that's all on you babes."We were moving towards my locker instead. The bell for AP Maths would go off any second. Maya wasn't in it which meant seperate directions."I storm in visibly pissed off yet calmly explain what happened."We reach mine and I toss in the combination, pulling the locker open, stuffing a few books inside and grabbing the others which I needed."He blackmailed me.""Nope. That would assume a threat was made in return.""It doesn't take a genius to figure it out.""Wait whose side are you on?""Yours. If he comes down here any day, I'm prepared to fight. But in here with just the two of us, I have to at
MIAMain character moment? It's this one for certain. There's a nagging voice that reminds me how many times Nick has lifted and kissed me against the wall or desk, yet I'm counting this as part of it. There's usually a term for people like me. Hypocrite. Yeah, that's the one. Do I have my brain on lock? "You're doing that thing again."I forced my eyes not to look at him, but as he spoke they found their way back. "What?"I murmur. "That thing where your mind takes control and you can't shut it off."What is it with the psychoanalysis? "I told you not to do that.""Can't help it.""Everything feels like bliss when you finally get it to quiet down. Like —""Don't finish that sentence."I caution. The first time the lesson came up, we were in a different position. Lesser clothes on."I was going to say ocean sounds, Mia.""Sure."I drawl, my voice high-pitched as I batted my lashes. "I'm not stupid.""I'd be dumb to assume that.""Let me go. I'd like to get out of here.""I'll be rig
LOGAN "I'm starting to think we were best friends because of school.""I'm the one with the 4.0, so that wouldn't make any sense."I peel the jacket off my skin, tucking it in my closet before lying on the bed. "Subtle flex."Peter grumbled. "But seriously, you disappeared. Your flight landed in New Orleans and you turned into Ethan Hunt with a new mission. Not cool.""I didn't realize this was Mission Impossible, but either way you're putting your abandonment issues on me because I recalled texting at least twice. Plus, I've only been gone two weeks. Peter.""Psychoanalysis does not extend to your best friend."He scolded. I bit my lips "Good thing you're not my best friend."He gasped then went silent. I figured he would drop the line, just for fun, but judging by his raspy breaths, he was simply quiet."Take it back.""Now." I chuckled, throwing one leg over the other."Fine. How's Southern California.""Ugh. Hot.""I'm still pissed you couldn't wait four mouths so we could escape
MIA "What did you do?"Maya is in the process of pulling Tony's hair as he leans over a table. The jock she was hooking up with isn't near, so I assume Tony scared him off. I made a silent bet as to how long it takes him to fess up those feelings for her because we both knew it was a matter of time, or how much alcohol he's had. So far, he's been able to hide it. But the only ones who didn't know how much Maya and Tony were made for each other were Maya and Tony. He's spent a handful of time suppressing feelings and she's been roaming around for a guy just like him.Someone who lets her pull his hair even though he could have her pinned against the wall..I've decided to act as the neutral party, for now. "Mia! I asked a question.""I didn't do anything.""You're smirking.""Am I?""You are. I'll let you off. For now."She releases his hair and the hint of victory plays on his lips before he frowns."You're a menace."She sticks her tongue out, straightens her dress then walks tow
MIAHave you ever wanted something so bad, worked extremely well, I'm talking on the verge of having the best thing happen to you, then watched it being stripped away, landing in the palms of someone else. At that moment, you keep asking yourself; where did I go wrong? That was me when Katie Monroe won class president in Grade 10..I handled it well. That's a lie. I started a fire while burning down campaign posters, and flyers. I wrote a diss track too. Then I let it haunt me becoming one of the many subjects of my overthinking. You're wondering why I made an elaborate story instead of just straight up saying I overthink shit, the honest answer was I had no clue.."I have to go pee."Nick squeezed my palm, then released his hold and let me free. "I need to pee."I whisper to Maya, she does her little head nod to show approval and I struggle not to get crushed as the game continues. That's right. We were on round nine with the tower going strong. So far, there have been lap dances
LOGANFollowing last night's shenanigans, I ended up back at my apartment at two am. It's one second on my bed and another bang in my head as my alarm tells me to wake the fuck up. I groggily stumble to the bathroom, barely opening my eyes. On day two on the job, lateness was not an option. I'd rather not get into last night. After Mia left, I may have broken the tower on purpose..One, the game was starting to piss me off. The Tigers showed up to crash the party and the last thing I needed was fist fights between grown men..Two, I was pissed off regardless. I really should have kissed her afterward so that bastard could taste her on his lips. I can't tell if the aggression was due to vodka or entirely something else. Either way, the proceeding events were completely unrehearsed and out of my hands. Carter masterminded the whole thing. He felt it'd be funny if we played against Nick and his team, diminishing their win against Lake View. Normally, I'd come up with an excuse to not
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