All Chapters of Against the rules : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ava’s POV I woke up this morning early, I took a shower and decided to go for something casual. I put my jeans and black top with a cardigan. I made myself a simple breakfast just tea and bread, in my situation I could not afford anymore fancy breakfast. I got used to it after my mom died and my dad chased me out of his house because I talked back to his precious wife. She always hated me but the feeling was mutual!. after I was done with my breakfast I exited my one room apartment and started walking to university. the West bridge university was huge it literally took me 30 minutes just to reach the library. Today I have to tutor Logan and now it's 8 am and he's nowhere to be seen. then about fifteen minutes later he strolled in the library like it was some changing locker room. everyone was looking at him in shock. because the famous Logan doesn't do studies. there was something about Logan Carter that screamed trouble or is it because of his confident smirk that he has all th

Logan’s POV This was a bad idea. No,scratch that. This was a dangerous idea. And yet, here I was, walking into a house party with Ava Sinclair, the one girl on this damn whole campus who wasn’t wrapped around my finger. She wasn’t supposed to be here. and she didn't want to be here. But after our little negotiation in the library, after watching her hesitate before ultimately caving to my offer, I knew she’d show up. And damn, if she didn’t look completely out of place. She wasn’t dressed like the other girls,tight dresses, sky high heels, looking for attention. No, Ava wore ripped jeans and a fitted sweater, her hair in a ponytail, like she hadn’t even thought twice about what to wear. And yet, as I walked beside her, my eyes kept drifting to her. Dangerous. "You’re sure about this?" she asked, arms crossed as she surveyed the party like she was searching for an emergency exit. "Relax, nerd," I said, throwing an arm around her shoulder, grinning when she immediately stiffe

Ava's pov The last thing I remember after reaching Logan's place is that he told me he was going out tonight, so why the hell is he still here? I was lost in my thoughts when I felt something nudging me. I turned to face Logan who had a smirk on his face. "hey nerd, what are you daydreaming now? I know I'm hot but you can just tone it out sunshine". I scoffed "who told you I'm thinking about you? didn't you say you are going out tonight? or is no one willing to open their legs for you?" I remarked. Logan smirk widened "and why do you care nerd? I don't think me whoring around is any of your concern or are you jealous " he said . I became aware of the small space we were in. After the kiss we shared earlier, Everytime Logan is close to me keeps making me feeling conscious. " No I'm not jealous but can you move your body away, you're in my space " I said, tryin

Logan povPractice was the same as usual running drills, getting yelled at by Coach, and trying not to die under the sun. But my head wasn’t in the game. no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the practice I couldn't. my mind was not here at all.It was on her.Ava.Ava SinclairI hadn’t expected to actually enjoy spending time with her. The tutoring bullshit that was me I begged professor to get Ava to tutor me history because I didn't know shit about history,but the truth is I know history it's just it's not my favorite subject.She was just supposed to be some nerdy tutor, a means to an end. But now? Now, she was staying at my place, sitting with my friends, getting under my damn skin. and me ? I was enjoying all of that, probably more than I could admit.The accidental kiss from last night wasn’t helping either. that was our second kiss. the first time we kissed was at the party, I wanted to show my friends that I was capable of getting her in my bed but I didn't know the b

Ava’s POVAfter Logan returned with two plates of spaghetti and a warm smile, I forced myself to concentrate on the food rather than the bunch of thoughts in my head. The kitchen was dimly lit by the soft glow of a single overhead lamp, and the low hum of the refrigerator was the only sound breaking the uneasy silence between us.We settled at the small dining table Logan on one side, me on the other. Every time our eyes met, I felt that same mix of annoyance and something else… something I wasn’t ready to admit. Last night’s kiss still clung to my thoughts like an afterimage I couldn’t shake, and despite my best efforts, a small part of me couldn’t help but wonder what it meant.“Eat up,” Logan said casually, prodding his own plate with a fork. “I made extra.” His tone was light, but his eyes lingered on mine a moment longer than necessary.I forced a smile, trying to push aside the discomfort. “Thanks,” I mumbled. I picked at my food, each bite feeling heavier than the last. The wei