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2022-09-18 22:17:48Logan
I stick my straw into my milk carton and take a long sip. My eyes wander around the nearly empty cafeteria.I am waiting for someone.Someone special.I smile and wave at some kid I barely know because that's just the kind of person I am: friendly, pleasant, and intelligent Logan Smith.Yup, that's me!I am not exactly the most popular guy in my high school, nor am I the best-looking one? But people like me. I mean, don't get me wrong, a lot of them think of me as some nerdy guy who takes school too seriously, and I'd been bullied plenty around here, but at least I wasn't hated or feared.Not like how they hate..."SMITH."My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear a deep, throaty voice, so I look up to face him.A six-foot-five muscular figure graces my eyes, and a small smile spread across my lips. My wait is finally over.He has tanned skin, and his shoulder-length hair is pulled back to reveal a gloomy face. Along with his tattoo sleeves, there is a big, ugly scar spread from his forehead to just below the eyebrow, completing his typical bad boy look.This is the face of Daniel Ortega, the biggest, baddest kid in Skyland High. Or at least misunderstood as one."You are late. Three minutes to be exact," I announce dryly, knowing it would grind his gears.Logan's aura turns darker as anger flickers in his dark brown eyes. He slams his fist on the table, making me jump in my seat.
"Are you trying to get beat up, Carajo? Because I can really fuck you up." Daniel is fuming in anger, but I try to look unphased. I can't have him smell my fear! It would put a dent in my plans."No, Daniel. I am trying to tell you that we should get this done. The sooner you do the job, the faster you'll get your freedom from me. I promise after I get what I want, you won't have to talk to me again." I grin."Fuck you, Logan. I swear, one of these days, I will break your nose," he hisses.I say nothing and smile."Just get on with the business," Daniel, aka Danny, barks at me, and I notice again how unnaturally deep and husky his voice is. Too deep for a 17 year old in high school if you ask me."I just sent you a text. Did you get it?" I grin to let him know that I'm not phased by his tough guy act.Daniel takes his phone out and looks at the picture I sent. His frown turns more serious. "This kid? You want me to take care of him? Why?""It doesn't matter why. I want you to beat him to a pulp and you will do it, because you supposedly the big bad wolf around here." I slowly sip on my milk, waiting for an answer."But..."I slam the milk on the table, then lean forward to get closer to Danny. Everyone has already left to catch their buses so we are alone now. I can act like myself at this point."Don't tell me you are changing your mind, Danny boy. Because if you do, there will be consequences."Daniel peers through his long eyelashes, trying to figure me out. I look back at him. We sit in silence, playing the game of stares until Danny accepts his defeat. He looks down on his hand, his nostrils flaring slightly, but he says nothing.He is kind of afraid of me.The realization makes me smile.That's right, everyone in my high school is afraid of Daniel Ortega, except for me.Because I, Logan Smith has Danny boy all figured out.I know his secret and I planned to use it against him.Related chapters
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LoganOkay, I will admit, the kid looked intimidating.Looking at his muscular body, one would think he is on the wrestling or football team. He isn't, yet somehow, he looks bigger than all the athletes in our school.I always found it ridiculous that people avoided Daniel like the plague. So what if he is kind of scary looking with his deep scar running down the side of his face, and he has tattoos like an ex-convict? He barely ever talks to people, so rumors about him spread all over the school like wildfire. And yet, he never once defended himself.It is as if he enjoys being feared."Hi Danny!" I chirp and wave at him.Danny looks at me wide eyed and grunts. "Don't call me, Danny."Thomas gives me a warning glance as if to tell me I shouldn't talk to Danny.What do they think will happen if I talk to him? Is he going to murder me?"That's your name, isn't it?" I wink."The name is Daniel. And don't fucking talk to me.""And now I can't talk to you? Jeez, Danny. We've been going to
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Last Updated : 2022-09-21The Fake BadBoy and I 4. Let's Play
LoganRemorse? No.I don't regret blackmailing Daniel. I am not the one who uses his looks to create terror in people's hearts. Why does he have to scowl all the time? Couldn't he be nice and smile for once?And he isn't nice to me at all. He never was. Come to think of it, when we were in middle school, Daniel pushed me because I was in his way instead of asking me to move. He stomps around the hallways like he is some kind of a monster.If Daniel had been nice to me from the beginning and not given me the cold shoulder, I would've taken it easy on him. His grumpiness was cute at first, but now, it's starting to bother me. Besides, I've been wanting to take revenge on Francis Walter for a while now. So now that I met someone stronger than him, it is time to use him against that asshole. Sure, I could've told either of my grandfathers and taken care of him, but...I am not that heartless.Francis acts tough, but he is much smaller and wimpier than Daniel. I know for a fact that he w
Last Updated : 2022-09-25The Fake BadBoy and I 5. House Guest
Logan "Where are you going in such a hurry?" my mom calls behind me as I run upstairs, but I don't have the time to stop and explain. Daniel is already on his way over here, and I must hurry and make sure my room is in good shape. Calling me a messy person would be the understatement of the century. My idea of putting clothes away is to throw them across the room as soon as I take them off. A bad habit, I know. I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, so I didn't do many house chores. My mom used to scold me and make me do basic stuff like doing my own laundry and cleaning my room, but she gave up after a while. Because our housekeeper kept coming in and cleaning stuff for me, it's safe to say I'm spoiled. But today is Wednesday, and our housekeeper does not clean on Wednesdays. I open my bedroom door and gasp as I see the state my room is in. Dammit...Daniel will be here any moment now. He will think I'm some kind of a disgusting slob when he sees my room. Wait a minute, wh
Last Updated : 2022-09-28The Fake BadBoy and I 6. Dinner Invitation
DanielPeople are afraid of me.I suppose it should hurt my feelings, but it doesn't. It used to, but not anymore.You can't make someone like you if they have already made up their minds about you. And that's the story of my life.It all started because of my accident when I was 12 years old. But that's a story for another day.Right now, I have to focus on this asshole in front of me who had just planted one on my lips.I always rolled my eyes when people talked about "virgin kisses" in the past. There is nothing virgin about them. We have all been kissed by a mother or a relative, but I still hoped my first romantic kiss would be memorable and sweet.It was not.It was given to me by Logan—the last face I wish to remember. The worst part is that he doesn't look particularly sorry. No, he seems shocked, as if his body moved on its own."I'm..." Logan swallows, then parts his lips, staring at me while I glare back at him. "I'm—""WHO WANTS TACOS!?"I jump a mile and then turn around.
Last Updated : 2022-09-28The Fake BadBoy and I 7. My Bodyguard
"What was that all about?" I confronted my mother after Daniel left.Mom tilts her eyebrow. "What are you talking about?""You were all over Daniel. Asking him a million questions. Who hired you to be my wing woman?""A wing woman!" mom exclaims. "I don't know what you are talking about.""You were asking Daniel if he is single, and then you told him I am single. So you were clearly trying to play Cupid," I say irritably."Oh sweetheart, why do you always make things about yourself? I was doing no such thing. I was only asking Daniel questions to make him feel more comfortable with us. You know, getting him to talk about himself more.""Why do you care?" I demand to know."He just seems like a very nice, quiet kid. I felt bad." mom shrugs."I think you made him more uncomfortable by all those questions," I said."You don't know that. Besides, I was asking him if he was seeing anybody, and that could mean a girl too, so I was basically asking him if he had a girlfriend. Pretty standard
Last Updated : 2022-10-02The Fake BadBoy and I 8. You are Invited
DanielI wish I could stop thinking about that kiss with Logan, but I can't. I can still feel it lingering on my lips. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to erase the memory.What is wrong with me?That moron...why did he have to steal my first kiss?The more I think about it, the angrier I get.God, this is annoying.I'll get over it eventually, I think to myself, even though deep down, I don't really believe it. Logan has already gotten under my skin.I hurried home after I left Logan's house. It was almost ten on a school night, and Abuela would have my head if she found out I was out late. She doesn't live with us anymore, but she somehow always knows when I don't get enough sleep."Danny! You are home!"My heart warms when I see Trisha running toward me with a big smile on her face.I feel a twinge of guilt for coming home so late. Because I knew she was waiting for me.I usually come home right after school when I don't have to go to my part-time job, so she knows when to ex
Last Updated : 2022-10-05
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The Fake BadBoy and I 57. Better Off
Logan I wait until Daniel finishes talking to Trisha and lecturing about eating cookies at the kidnapper's house. After Trisha marches upstairs and shuts the door to her bedroom, I turn to Daniel. "Listen...I'm really sorry about what happened today. I involved you in my life only to put your lives in danger," I look down, ashamed of who I am for the first time in my life. Daniel grabs my shoulders. "Shut up, Logan." "No, just let me apologize. I've been selfish. I only thought about myself when I wanted you back in my life. If I wasn't a piece of shit human, I would've let you live your life in peace instead of dragging you down with me," I said. It's time I let him go. Trisha was lucky that Gideon Rice was only after a dumb painting. Things could've been much much worse. "Logan. I already knew about the danger and chose to get involved with you," Daniel protests. Is he not mad at me? I don't understand how he is not! "I think we should break up, Danny. I know technically we on
The Fake BadBoy and I 56. Rescued
DanielI'm confused. All this because of some dumb painting?"Logan? Care to explain it to me? Why is some criminal threatening my sister's life for a painting? Does it cost that much?" I ask him."Um...as far as I know, it's valuable but not that valuable," Logan says, looking as confused as me."Where is it?" I demand to know. If they wanted the painting, why didn't they just steal it when they were here?"I don't have it. It's in my parent's bedroom. I don't know why Gideon thinks I have it and why he wants it in the first place! It's just a girly painting of a mermaid. My grandfather apparently gave it to her as a wedding present.I vaguely remember seeing a painting like that at Serena's house. It just looks like a normal painting. Other than the girl sort of resembling Serena, I didn't see anything special about it. "So what are you waiting for? Let's go to your parent's house and get that painting!"Logan nodded in agreement, so soon, we were on our way there.~-~"My Mermaid p
The Fake BadBoy and I 55. What Painting?
DanielEverything happened so fast.After Logan left, Trisha came down and started asking me questions I couldn't answer."I heard something about a fire. Is everything okay?" she asked me."There is a fire in Logan's company building, so he went there to help," I told her."Oh my god, that's horrible. Wait, you work there too. Does that mean you will be jobless?" Trisha gasps.I didn't even think about that. Surely Logan has enough money to recover from the damages today. And he probably has insurance.I don't get the chance to think more as the door suddenly bursts open, and four men come barging in. I look at their faces and don't recognize them from the office.One of them glares at me, then his facial expression changes when he sees Trisha. "There she is, that's the girl.""What is this supposed to mean? Who are you?" I growl, but he ignores me and walks straight toward Trisha and grabs her arm."Hey! Don't touch her!" I cry out and go to attach him, but one of the other men grab
The Fake BadBoy and I 54. Under Attack
LoganHe loves me."Does that mean you forgive me?" My voice shakes.My heart pounds in my chest as I process Daniel's confession. I stare at him for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts."I love you too, Danny," I finally manage.Daniel takes a deep breath. "As for forgiveness, I don't think that's something I can grant so easily. What you did hurt me deeply, and it's going to take time for me to heal from that. I don't want to make any promises right now. I just know that I love you, and I want us to work."He shifts uncomfortably under me, suddenly aware of how awkward the timing is. "Can we talk about this another time, maybe when we're not in the middle of something else?"I kiss him in response and thrust into him again.He loves me, and he wants us to work despite me being the kind of person I am. I'm so happy I could die right now!"Ahh, Logan, I can't take it anymore." Daniel groans again.I feel his steely cock against my naval and smile. "You want me to touch you there t
The Fake BadBoy and I 53. Best Revenge
DanielI am a nervous wreck. My heart is racing, and my palms are sweating. What is going on in that devious little brain of his?I tug at the handcuffs again helplessly, but they are locked in pretty tightly. Fucking bastard.Logan is reaching for the zipper of my jeans, so I wiggle my body. "Are we just going to ignore that I didn't give you my consent or what?"Logan pauses. "Hmm...are you saying no?""Yes, knucklehead. I'm saying no.""Alright. Then I will stop," Logan flops down next to me.Huh? He agreed so quickly?I breathe a sigh of relief as Logan backs off, but I can't shake the feeling of unease. Something about this situation still doesn't sit right with me.I shoot him a suspicious look. "What's going on in that devious little brain of yours?" I ask, half-jokingly.Logan chuckles. "Just trying to have a little fun, that's all. You know I wouldn't do anything to make you uncomfortable."I nod, but I'm not entirely convinced. Logan has always been a bit unpredictable, and
The Fake BadBoy and I 52. It's My Turn
LoganDaniel reluctantly closes his eyes and allows me to lead him up the stairs to my bedroom. I can tell he is a little nervous and anxious about what I might have in store for him.As we enter the room, I tell Daniel to keep his eyes closed and to wait just a moment."What's going on?" Daniel asks me impatiently."Just wait!" I bark."Okay, Danny, you can open your eyes now," I say when I'm done.I stare at his face as it displays a range of different emotions. From shock to happiness and then surprise again."What the heck is all this?" he says after he gets over the initial shock.I respond with a grin, "Surprise! Happy Birthday, Danny!"Daniel's expression turns from confusion to a bright smile as he realizes what's going on. "Wow, I can't believe you did all this for me," he says, looking around at the decorations and presents."When did you have time?""I have people who can help me," I said, feeling pleased with myself. "I wanted to make sure your birthday was extra special t
The Fake BadBoy and I 51. I Don't Need a Bodyguard
Daniel"I'm over here!"Both Logan and I sigh in relief as we see Trisha waving her arms at us. She is sitting at a table by the window, safe and sound."I was so worried! What happened?" I stride over to her."A man wearing a black coat was following me! When I came out of the house, I saw him standing by a pole, staring at me. At first, I didn't think too much of it. But then he came up to me and started talking to me.""Whoa," I interrupt her. "You were talking to a stranger? What did I tell you about that?""Yeah, but I'm not a kid anymore, so I responded to him. I didn't want to be rude!" Trisha exclaimed."You are sixteen, Trish. You are a kid!" I growl."I'm not! I'm practically an adult. And I'm seventeen, not sixteen!" Trisha screeched."Alright, alright, we can talk about that later." Logan quickly stops us from arguing some more. "What happened? What did the man ask you?""He was asking me all kinds of weird questions, like, what's my name? And where do I live? Who do I liv
The Fake BadBoy and I 50. She is in Trouble
DanielI can hear Logan in the kitchen. How can I not, as it sounds like a storm passing through there?A loud clunking sound gets me curious. I thought he was supposed to cook lunch for me and not build a house.It sounds like something he dropped. I quickly got up from the couch and walked toward the kitchen to investigate.I see Logan standing amidst a big mess. Rice is scattered all over the countertop and floor, and a whole chicken is lying on the ground instead of the countertop.I can't help but let out a small chuckle as I see Logan's exasperated expression. "Looks like you've made quite a mess," I said, trying to hold back my laughter.Logan turns to face me, looking slightly embarrassed. "Yeah...I dropped the chicken.""And rice. Let me guess, you are attempting to make chicken and rice?""Yeah. Your grandma once told me it was your favorite."I wince. It's been a while since my Abuela passed away, but the memory of her death still lingers in my mind. Whenever I think about
The Fake BadBoy and I 49. Good Morning
LoganHe is not resisting me.Every nerve in my body is alive with the intensity of the moment, and I feel like I could kiss him forever. But as the kiss draws to a close, I pull back, feeling breathless and alive with the intensity of our connection. I want to kiss him again."Can I touch you?" I whisper.Danny looks at me as if he is surprised about me asking for permission. "Yeah. Please touch me more."I kiss him again and reach inside his pajamas. I'm pleased to find his cock stiff and ready for me.Smiling against his lips, I stroke his cock slowly, almost teasing it."Ohh...Logan, it feels good," he groans, so I keep going."You like this? I bet this will make you sleep faster than reading about two men fucking eh?" I chuckle."Sto...stop talking. Fuck, this feels so good," he growled."I know, you said that already."I feel his hips arching upward now, and I loosen my grip just enough to let him thrust deeper into my fist with each stroke."I love your beautiful cock, Daniel.
