All Chapters of The Fake BadBoy and I : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ONE WEEK EARLIER...LoganI fling my bookbag over my shoulder, then make my way out the front door. I try to walk fast, nearly running, so my mom doesn't catch me.She keeps forcing me to sit at the table and scarf down breakfast every day, and I am over it. Also, I have no desire to let the family chauffeur drive me to school. I'd rather take the bus with everyone else. The last thing I need is for people to think I am too good for the public school bus."Logan, wait."Damn, I was so close to escaping!"Yes, mom," I sigh and look at my mother, who is leaning against the couch. She narrows her eyes and looks me up and down as if studying me carefully.To be quite honest, my mother kind of terrifies me. She is what you call it...sort of rough around the edges. Even my father is scared of her. The only person who isn't afraid would be my little sister Mia. She is their little princess, after all."Where do you think you are going?" mom asks. Her green eyes always look cold, like a pair

LoganI am filming Daniel Ortega knitting a sweater with his grandma, and I feel giddy.The high school bad boy isn't so bad after all. And he knows how to knit! How adorable.I stop when Daniel notices me for the first time. His eyes turn wide as he recognizes me, but he doesn't open his mouth to speak.Speechless? I don't blame him."Hey, guys! Having fun without me?" I chirp.Daniel's grandma looks at me and smiles brightly. "Can I help you, hijo?""I'm Logan. I'm here to volunteer." I explain to Mrs. Ortega."Ah, yes. They told us there would be young people coming in here and keeping us company. Since we are not dying yet, they want us to die sooner by listening to teenagers whine about everything," Mrs. Ortega waves her hands.I chuckle. I like this woman."That's exactly right, Mrs. Ortega.""Oh, please. Call me, Camilla. Come sit in front of me and have a good look at you. My eyes don't work as well anymore, so I can't see things that are away."I walk toward her quickly and t

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

"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

Logan Daniel heaves when he sees me walking toward his table. I guess he didn't expect this to happen daily. I wasn't planning on sitting with him at lunch every day either, as I usually sat with my own group of classmates. But I liked hanging out with Daniel last time. The faces he makes when he is annoyed at me are entertaining. Too bad, so sad, tough guy. I decided we are friends now. "What do you want now?" he snarls at me like a wild beast, making me laugh. "Want? Nothing. I am just here to eat my lunch with you," I give him an innocent look. "What for? I don't need a lunch buddy. I've been eating alone since middle school, and I prefer it that way," Daniel grumbles. I shook my head. "No, you don't, Danny. You look absolutely miserable eating alone every day." "That's just my face." He scowls. I drop my tray at the table and sit down. "Listen, I am not hurting you by eating with you, so just let me..." "You are hurting my brain by making me look at your face," Daniel inte