Two weeks later, it was the day of my 18th birthday.I wake up feeling anxious because I don't know what will come. What exactly is my grandfather trying to put me through? The way he was acting that day, it didn't seem like it was going to be anything good.I take a quick shower, then go downstairs. I find my mom waiting for me at the table with a cake lit with candles, and she is smiling brightly.I'm sure her smile will be wiped away after she finds out that I agreed to go on the trip with grandpa."Happy birthday, Logan!" she chirps."Happy birthday!" my father and my sister Mia chime in.I look at their smiling face and, yet again think about how I will break the news. This is not going to be a good day if mom is angry."Thank you, everyone. You didn't have to get me a cake," I said."You are finally an adult now," mom remarks."Yes, I am. Does that mean you will now let me make my own decisions?"Mom narrows her eyes. "Yes, that's correct, but why don't I like the way you're ask
DanielI don't know why I came, maybe because I felt obligated because he bailed me out of jail.Yes, that's it. That's the real reason.I would've felt guilty if I had refused his invitation after what he did for me. Although, it was sort of his fault I ended up getting arrested!I never planned on punching Francis. I have no vendetta against the guy; what happened between Logan and him is none of my business.But when I saw him punch Logan in the gut, I couldn't control my anger and moved fast to defend him. I couldn't let Logan get hurt, even though he sometimes acted like an annoying brat. "I didn't think you'd actually come," Logan says after a while."Yeah, well...I owe you for bailing me out," I said.He shakes his head no. "That's not true. You punched Francis for me, so we are even.""What the hell did you do to him anyway?" I ask. I am ready to learn the truth about Logan. I know Francis isn't just a bully because he only seems to target Logan."Nothing!""You are full of s
**Trigger warning:** This chapter contains violence.Logan"Wait, are you leaving?" Daniel looks at me with confusion.I can see why he would be confused because I invited him to my house and now I'm trying to leave somewhere. That does look weird."I don't have to leave right this second. Just wait here. I'm going to go talk to my grandfather.""I am coming with you," Daniel said. "I forgot to thank him properly the other day for bailing me out.""Bailing you out?" My mother squints her eyes. "You went to jail, Daniel? What happened? Are you in some kind of trouble?" she looks at him with worry."No, mom, he's not in trouble. Daniel went to jail because he was rescuing me from my bully," I tell her."Oh my God. Logan, why didn't you tell me that you were being bullied in high school? I need to talk to your principal first thing tomorrow.""Mom...this is why I didn't tell you. You are way too overprotective. You don't need to talk to my principal," I say irritably. There I go, opening
DanielSomething is going on with Logan's family.I'm not sure what, but something about his grandfather didn't rub me the right way today. He seemed like a nice guy before, but today I felt a dark aura surrounding him.Not that I believe in things like that, but my abuelita does. She always tells me to stay away from people who have negative energy surrounding them. That's what I felt with Logan's grandpa today. Purely dark and negative energy.It makes me worry about Logan. What if he is in some kind of trouble?I can't imagine what kind of trouble he could be in. His family is filthy rich! So finding solutions to every problem must be easy for him. Or maybe I was judging him too quickly.Logan's mom Serena didn't let me and Trisha leave until we had something to eat, so I ended up staying for dinner. Logan was still not back by then. After dinner, I excused myself and took Trisha home.I heard someone knock around 4:30 am.I put Trisha to bed and went to sleep around midnight, but
LoganWhen I came to my senses, I was looking up at my grandfather.His blue eyes are dark and full of disappointment."What happened?" I mumbled."You passed our right after doing the job. How are you supposed to take over my empire one day if you pass out at a sight of a little blood?" he barked.A little blood? He must be joking.I look down at my chest as it feels wet and sticky. Just as I thought, it was covered in blood. Grandpa and his men don't seem phased by it, but I am thoroughly grossed out."He was writhing like a headless chicken, grandpa. Don't act like it was nothing. Is he dead?" I ask him grimly."No, he is fine. Bruce bandaged him up and sent him his way. After that, he will think twice before stealing from me again," grandpa said."Is this how you always get people to give your money back?" I ask.Grandpa shakes his head no. "I've done worse to people. This guy got off easy."What can be possibly worse than losing a finger?"Anyway, maybe you aren't cut out for thi
DanielMy throat feels dry, but I manage to let my voice out."Wait!"Logan halts, then slowly turn around to face me again. "What's up?""I didn't say you had to leave," I declare. I just need some time to process this, but I need him to be here to answer all my questions."After everything I told you about me, you still want me to stay?" Logan looks at me with surprise."Ye...yea...just sit down. I am trying to figure this out. So the guy you killed...""He is not dead," Logan corrects me."Okay...the guy you hurt really badly. Does he have a family?" I asked. I don't know why I wanted to know. I probably won't like the answer.Logan shrugged. "I have no idea. I was told not to ask these kinds of questions. His personal life is irrelevant. My job was to scare the living shit out of him."I gulp. I could tell Logan didn't feel much remorse, and that worries me. Is he a sociopath?"And you don't feel bad at all? Did you enjoy it?" I feel dizzy. I still can't wrap my head around this.
LoganAm I dead?Daniel is kissing me—I blink a few times to make sure I'm not dreaming. I am too stunned to protest or make any sudden movements. I don't want this moment to be ripped away from me. His lips are so soft and so smooth. It baffles me. The rest of Daniel is hard as a rock. I never thought he could be gentle, yet here he is, kissing me like I'm precious. Fuck.It shouldn't light me up inside. I'm not a good person. I'm on my way to becoming a mafia boss, yet I'm...Tingling. I'm actually disappointed when Daniel breaks the kiss and looks down at the ground. Does he regret it?The guy doesn't even dare to look at me, and I notice his neck is slowly turning red as if he just now starting to realize what he did. "Um..." he starts to speak first but then stops.Wait. Is Daniel nervous? He looks nervous. Is he nervous? No. I must be hallucinating or something! Quick. What do I do?!Knowing I have to wake up from this alternate universe, I raise my hand and slam my palm aga
DanielIt's been a few days since Logan stayed the night. Everything should be back to normal, except it's not. That kiss keeps popping up in my head, and I see his smile and flushed face, which irritates me!I may be irritated at myself for letting him get under my skin. I am supposed to be careful about my emotions, but here I am, thinking about that jerk. It can't be helped, I guess.Angrily, I keep molding the clay in my hands. This is one of my favorite classes because creating things with my hands relaxes me. But because of the whole thing with Logan, I can't even enjoy this!The art teacher looks out from her desk, and I have to make my sculpture good to save my grade. The problem? It's starting to look strangely like—Logan's face!No, no, no, this can't be happening!I shriek and drop the clay on the floor as if it burnt me. People turn their heads, and I hyperventilate, staring at the clay by my feet. My cheeks are burning. Why did I sculpt Logan's face?! What is wrong with m