The Summer. Our Summer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 10 (v.1)

Submitted: September 24, 2010

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Submitted: September 24, 2010

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Chapter Ten

“There’s this party today,” Logan said casually to me as I helped a customer.

“Hmmh?” I asked. Was he asking me to go or something like that?

“So do you want to go?” he asked, softy. So he remembered my reluctance to parties. I’ve gone to more parties this summer than I’ve been to my whole high school life.

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Our customer chuckled. I cocked my head at her. What was she chuckling at?

Logan sighed. “Please Avery? Would you go with me to this party? Rowan is going, I’m almost one hundredth percent sure.”

I snorted. “What it has served me for before?” I muttered.

The customer giggled as I scanned her fourth book. “You guys are too cute,” she commented at my facial expression probably.

I blushed and looked away, scanning another book. She had a good taste in books.

Logan laughed. “We’re right? Me specially, of course but she’s pretty darn cute too.”

I looked at him not being able to contain the silly smile in my face. “Oh shut up Logan.”

The girl giggled again.

Logan laughed and I rolled my eyes. “Okay I’ll go and do something other than embarrass you if you tell me you’ll go to the party.”

“Fine, stay. I don’t mind,” I told him.

He smirked. “Okay, so you see one day we were eating ice cream,” he begun.

I groaned. “Fine, shut up and leave.”

“I want to hear you say you’ll go Avery.”

“Fine, Logan Trainor I’ll go. Now go and do something that doesn’t include annoying the living crap out of me.”

He and the customer laughed.

*

“What are you wearing?” Rowan demanded down the phone.

I shrugged, of course she couldn’t see me. “Whatever I touch first?”

She groaned. “Dear God Avery, ‘Whatever I touch first?’ what kind of answer is that?!” she demanded.

“A reasonable one?” I said, but it came off more like a question. “Ro, it’s just a party at a house where half the people will be too drunk to even remember what you wore.”

She groaned some more. “Still it’s important! We have guys to impress.”

I rolled my eyes. “You are dating someone.”

“Exactly, I have to impress him,” she said going al ‘duh’ on me; I could almost picture the face she was doing.

“I’m going to hung up Ro. Bye,” I told her and pressed the button, hearing a faint something I didn’t quite catch.

She was freaking over a party, just typical Rowan.

In the end I wore a cute turquoise dress, that reached mid-tight, I would accompany with leggings, but the temperature was too high; reaching one hundredth. I loved the details in it and how soft it felt, rubbing against my skin.

I heard the doorbell ring and checked myself in the mirror one time, just for confirmation’s sake.

“Avery, your boyfriend is here,” Caleb called.

I closed my eyes. “Shoot,” I muttered and rushed downstairs.

“So how did you meet my sister?” Caleb asked.

“At the bookstore. I’ve seen her before at school, though,” Logan replied, calmly as ever when he looked up at me, and his eyes seemed unfocused, checking me out.

I blushed and looked away self-consciously; maybe I should have worn those leggings. “Hello Logan.”

“Hi Avery,” he grinned cheekily at me.

Caleb smirked, but didn’t tell me anything. Great thing about Caleb is he isn’t a jealous brother, all but that. “Looking good dwarf.”

I poked out my tongue at him. “Shut up Caleb. Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Actually I was about to call Dad,” he grinned. “I’ll tell him about your boyfriend.”

“Please put up a good word,” Logan teased.

Caleb laughed. “You get a good point Logan. Have fun dwarf and bring her home safely.”

“Bye Caleb,” I told him.

“I will,” Logan called out as Caleb retreated into our kitchen. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” I grinned at him. He looked pretty darn good too. I mean seriously hot, I saw why most girls glared at me now. “I don’t blame them,” I said unthinkingly.

“You don’t blame who?” he asked a weird amused expression in his face as an arm wrapped around my waist.

“Um, girls. I don’t blame them for glaring at me,” I said shyly.

He laughed. “Well I don’t blame guys either.”

I frowned at him and laughed, quite cynically. “Yeah sure.”

“I’m serious,” he told, totally and completely seriously.

I grinned at him. “I want you to give me a kiss,” I whispered.

“Your wishes, my commands,” he said huskily, placing a hand behind my neck, pressuring softly before crashing his lips down to mine.

Somehow his lips weren’t as sweet and tender as usual, but more fierce and urgent. I responded. Truth is I had taken into consideration what Rowan had said, we had been dating for around a month now and I hadn’t really kissed him once. My hands traveled up his hair, toying around with it and making it messy. His tongue prodded my bottom lip, making it tickle. This was the moment in books where girls really started in the full make out session, so I did what I had read so many times before, but hadn’t really out into practice and at first it was totally weird and funny, but as they molded together it got less awkward and more comfortable. I was barely breathing by this point, even more cut short when his hand rested in the small of my back.

Someone cleared throat and Logan let me go as I looked down the floor, flushed, at a pair of red heels that could only belong to my mom.

“Hello Olivia,” Logan said huskily.

“Hello Logan, honey,” she said and I could hear the laughter in her voice.

I looked up shyly at her. “Um, hi mom.”

She giggled as beyond her I spotted a van veering away. It was when I really looked at her. She was all dolled up, more than the average. Her hair was specially done and she was wearing the dress she had bought a week ago. “Did you have a date?”

“Yeah, but I won’t keep you from yours,” she smirked.

Sometimes I wish I had a normal mom who’d actually freak out at her daughter making out with her boyfriend in their front lawn. But of course she didn’t mind at all.

“Um, well let’s get going,” I told Logan, fidgeting with my nails.

“Sure. It was nice to see you Olivia,” he grinned at my mom with such naturalness you wouldn’t have thought he’d been shoving his tongue into my mouth seconds ago.

She grinned while all I could think was how embarrassing this whole thing really was. “See you later kids. Don’t bring her in too late.”

“I won’t,” he assured her.

She nodded. “Okay and have fun.”

“We will,” I told her looking down at the grass.

Logan grabbed me by the waist and got me walking to his Jetta because I had been frozen into place.

“That was so weird,” I mumbled.

“Why?” Logan asked softly, opening my door.

I stared at him. Was he seriously asking me this? “Because it was my mom seeing us make out Logan. If that isn’t weird and awkward I don’t know what is.”

He laughed. “Your dad seeing us would have been more awkward.”

I rolled my eyes. “Luckily for you he lives in New York.”

He shook his head in disbelief closing my door.

*

I sighed as we parked a block away from the party. It was packed already and more people came flooding out of cars and vans, carrying more booze, laughing and fooling around.

I sighed. “Do we really have to go in there?”

“We do, it can be fun Avery,” he assured, his hand touching my knee. “Just allow yourself to.”

I groaned. “Fine, let’s just get this over with.”

He chuckled. “Why are you so reluctant all the time?”

“Something to do with big crowds, sweat and talking up with persons I don’t know, maybe?”

He shook his head disapprovingly and opened his door walking around to open my door. Truth is I was kind of regretting that. I knew he wouldn’t leave me alone like Rowan, but still…

“Avery,” Rowan grinned at me and wrapped her arms around me. “You look so freaking gorgeous. Way to kill with those legs,” she murmured.

I smiled. “You look gorgeous too,” I told her.

She did, her hair was wavy and her blue eyes came out as stunning with all the eye liner and shadows she’d put in, which just helped with her black and silver dress. She really looked ready for so much more than just a party, and who knew maybe she was.

She let go off me and grinned at Logan or maybe at Braden as they both talked up about some game. She linked arms and started walking in the direction the crowd was going to.

“So what’s up with the dress up? I thought you were going to wear jeans and a T-shirt,” she said looking over her shoulder and grinned.

“Um, I dunno,” I shrugged.

“I like it,” she said approvingly. “And you have the perfect face to accompany it.”

I rolled my eyes. “You know he’s not just a face right Ro?”

She nodded. “Of course, it helps. I’m just saying,” she said defensively.

Music pumped out to the street and people hung out in the front lawn, red cups in hand and stupid smiles and laughs accompanying it. Great, just what we needed.

Rowan waved at someone and let go off my arm, waiting for the boys to catch up as she linked arms with Braden.

I smiled at them as they got ahead of Logan and me.

“Please promise me you’ll have fun,” he told me.

“I will do my best now let’s get this over with,” I told him and started walking into the house, that’ll sure be a challenge.

*

I found myself hanging around in the kitchen for an odd reason. Braden and Rowan had disappeared and Logan had gone off to greet someone I didn’t know and I had ended up at the kitchen. I always seemed to end up in here.

Couples made out freely, while others just drank or talked up in the packed space. I was getting a Coke; this was resulting to be so boring. I could be in my room reading right this second instead of here at this tedious party.

I turned around fidgeting nervously with my Coke when I feel a slap.

I recoiled back at the impact and take my hand to my cheek. It’s so sore, whoever hit me has an impressive amount of force.

“What are you doing here fucking slut?” Becca demanded.

Oh boy, I thought.

“It’s called hanging out Becca,” I told her, trying not to lose my patience even if the girl had just slapped me.

“You don’t belong here freak. Why don’t you just go back to your books and leave us normal people to our business. Why don’t you let Logan come back to someone who really deserves him, who really fits into his world and not just you pathetic attempt at a teenager,” she snapped at me, poison in each and one of her words making me cringe.

Who was I kidding? She was right. I didn’t belong here and maybe not in Logan’s world either. He was Mr. Popular and who was I? Ms. Invisible.

“So leave the fuck off bookworm,” she sneered at me and the next thing I know the contents of her red cup are all over my dress as people laugh and guys whistle.

I swallowed up tears and ran from the scene, shoving people away as I heard Becca call victorious, “That’s right, she’s going back to wear she belongs.”

There really was no more stopping tears now as I ran between the crowd that seemed to be pushing me back making me feel claustrophobic, like I might just stay there forever choking on air. When I finally got outside I choked on air, trying to get air into my lungs. I had to get the hell away from here.

“Hey chick, nice bra,” a guy called and I only let a sob out as I freed myself from my shoes and sprinted, more tears rolling down my face. I just had to get the hell away from there. Away from Logan. Away from Becca and away of that world I didn’t fit in and go back to my own secluded one. So I ran.

*

Don’t ask me how or why, but I ended up in a diner place. The kind of diner that’s open twenty four hours three hundredth and sixty-five days, it was very fifties and it smelled of coffee and tobacco, kind of my dead grandpa.

I moved around my empty cup as my cell phone went into vibration for the tenth time in the last five minutes. I didn’t want to talk with anybody. I just wanted to be alone, to be left alone.

“Hey honey, may I bring you another cup of coffee?” the waitress whose name tag read ‘Dorothy’ asked, a friendly smile on her face.

I shook my head. “No thanks.”

She nodded. “Let me know if you need something.”

I nodded. “Thanks.”

I looked around the place, there was a man sitting alone in a table by the corner and in another booth giggled a couple, probably drunk or high and finally on the other was a sane looking couple, maybe not a couple but really good friends by the way he smiled at her and she nodded back, visibly fine but I could tell from her eyes whatever he had told her had affected her. So best friend cliché. Who was I to judge though? I was a cliché too, might as well face it.

My phone vibrated again and after a quick look at the screen I saw Mom in the screen and decided to pick up.

“Avery Cassandra Watson where the fuck are you?” she demanded.

“I’m fine Mom,” I assured her. “I’m having a coffee with Ro,” I lied.

I heard her sigh. “I’ve been trying to reach you honey. You scared the living shit out of me Avery.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry Mom. I might crash Rowan’s is that okay?” I lied. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere tonight.

“Sure, next time let me know, okay?”

“’Kay, bye,” I told her and hung up as a text entered my phone, from Rowan.

I opened it.

Where the fuck ur u? call me. Logan and I are frking out! Call!!!

I closed my phone and the text with it. I didn’t want to know anything. I just wanted to think and be alone. Nothing else and that didn’t include Logan Trainor.

I stayed there for a long while, just me and my thoughts. I went over what Becca said hundredth and one times and decided she was right. Totally and completely right and there was just one thing I could to put things back into natural order.


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