The Summer. Our Summer

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Chapter 2 (v.1)

Submitted: August 09, 2010

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Submitted: August 09, 2010



Chapter Two

“Logan Trainor,” he replied.

Oh shit. Really? Logan Trainor? Out of all the people in the whole big universe it had to be him? And what was he doing here anyway? I mean he was like the school’s favorite jock and he didn’t go near a book if his life depended on it and now he wanted to work here in my sanctuary?

The bell indicated the door had been closed and I left my position to face Carol. “Logan Trainor?”

She chuckled. “So you heard the conversation. Yeah, you know him?”

“He’s in my school, jock, player you know the one all the girls want, but a select group that actually has a brain? He can’t work here,” I sputtered.

“Why not? I liked him, he was hot and I thought I was doing you a favor sweetie. You need more friends and why not a boyfriend. You are quite pretty and deserve someone,” she explained.

I snorted. “Carol if I wanted more friends I’ll look for them and I don’t need a boyfriend, actually I don’t want a boyfriend.”

She shrugged. “Well he’s got the job. You can ignore him if you want.”

I sighed.

I was a sucker with guilt trips and Carol knew that.

“Personally I think he’ll be a nice addition and if you say all girls have it hot for him they probably stalk him and will come here just to see him,” Luke added.

I rolled my eyes. “Right since we want the place full of silly blondes who wouldn’t know the difference between Emily Bronte and Jane Austen, but will buy a book because the cover was pretty.”

Luke grinned. “You’re too hard on people Avery.”

I sighed. I knew that. I was judgmental and shy, but I was like that for a reason and well it was who I was and that’s why I had so little friends. But if someone likes you they’ll like you for who you are and not for a screen. That was my comfort that I knew the people near me liked me because of who I was and not because I pretended to be someone I clearly wasn’t.

I shrugged. “Well I’ll get back to work then.”

The rest of my morning passed slowly, I sold two books and arranged more sections when lunch finally came.

“See you in an hour,” Carol told me in my way out.

I nodded. “Okay, see you.”

Rowan was already waiting outside. He brown hair was arranged neatly yet messy and her intense blue eyes were perfectly done. I was so envious of her looks. She was tall and curvy enough, her hair was never out of place and she always looked stylish. While I on the contrary had ebony long hair and my eyes were a dull brown almost black and I was so pale while she was all tan.

“Hey Ro,” I greeted.

“Hey Avery, had fun at work?” she asked.

I grimaced. “It was, okay.”

She laughed. “Okay what happened? You always say it was great even if you didn’t sell anything.”

That was so truth.

“Um, well I’ll be having a new coworker,” I said, tucking a lose strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Oh, well it is enough to put you in a foul mood,” she nodded.

I rolled my eyes. “Where are we having for lunch?” I asked.

“How about Subway?” she suggested. The girl loved Subway; she lived at a basis of Subway. We were going out for lunch, Subway, dinner, Subway maybe even late breakfast.

I shook my head. “How about something different?”

“Like what? You know I won’t eat McDonalds and I hate pizza,” she said her nose automatically wrinkling in disgust.

I sighed. “We’ll eat Subway then.”

She clapped and hugged me. “You’re the best Avery.”


“Mom I’m home,” I announced.

“Mom isn’t here kid,” my brother, Caleb said coming out of the kitchen with a sandwich and a Coke.

“Where is she?” I asked taking off my Vans.

“I believe she went shopping for groceries. What do I know though?” he shrugged.

I nodded. “Okay. So how was your day?”

“Awesome, we had a lot of work in the workshop and I hang out for a while with the guys in the restaurant near the workshop, what’s its name?” he asked for himself.

“Um, yeah I know which,” I told him. Truth is nobody really knew the name, because it didn’t have one, it was changing constantly, but it was known as ‘The Restaurant’ and their hamburgers were sick.

“Well and yours?” he asked back as we moved into the living room.

“Good, you know the usual. Sold a couple of books, had lunch with Rowan, did some arrangement and got home,” I shrugged.

“That’s nice,” he said reaching for the remote and turning on the TV.

“I’ll be in my room if you need something,” I told him and kissed his cheek.

“Sure thing Avery,” he said, already too absorbed in whatever was in the TV.

Just another normal afternoon home. I would read something until Mom called us for dinner then I’ll watch some TV, use the computer and maybe e-mail Dad and then read some more and finally let sleep claim me. Just another day following routine.


“Morning,” I greeted as I entered Carol’s Books, my coffee already at the counter with a smiling Luke and Carol chatting away, still no sign of Logan Trainor.

“You looking good this morning,” Luke complimented.

I grinned at him. “Thanks, so are you. So our newbie isn’t here yet?” I asked looking at my clock. 9:05 A.M.

I took a sip of my coffee.

“No, he should be in soon, though,” Carol assured.

I nodded, but doubted it.

“I’m looking forward to not being the only guy here,” Luke said. “It’s like I’m slowly transforming into a girl,” he grimaced.

I laughed.

Carol rolled her eyes. “You’re so crazy Luke, if you didn’t make such a delicious coffee you’ll probably be long gone.”

Luke snorted. “Please Carol, you know you love me and that it will be nuts to let me go.”

Carol nodded. “You’re right Luke. It will be nuts to inflict this punishment in someone else.”

I chuckled. Just their usual banter.

The door opened then. I didn’t even bother to look over my shoulder.

“Oh hey, welcome,” Carol greeted cheerfully.

“Hello,” Logan’s voice greeted, cautious.

“Well I’m Luke,” Luke said rising from his chair and going over to shake his hand. “Very nice to meet you. I make the coffees.”

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Logan,” he said, all Mr. Popular.

I rolled my eyes and Carol gave me a scolding look.

“Well people, I’m going to work,” I told them rose from my chair and didn’t say hi to Logan.

I could feel him staring after me, but I shook it off.

I arranged books that didn’t need to be arranged while Carol gave Logan the basics.

“This is the Young Adult section,” she said and I continued to work with the task at hand. “And she is your antisocial coworker,” she begun to introduce.

“Avery Watson,” he finished. “I know who she is,” he said.

I stood stunned into place. He knew who I was? In school I was practically invisible. I blended into my surroundings all the time.

“You are in my high school, right? You’re friends with Rowan Tyson and her crowd?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Of course he knew I was friends with Rowan and her crowd. No big surprise there.

He smiled at me. “Nice to meet you.”

I nodded. “Yeah, you too.”

“Well, let’s continue,” Carol told him and I heard the under tone of happiness in her voice. She’ll ask for details later on.

I sighed.

I heard their voices echoing down, Carol telling him about every section and stuff.

The door’s bell rang indicating someone was in.

“Avery would you get that?” Carol called a couple of aisles down.

“Sure,” I called back and went to meet the person.

A brown haired girl dressed in mini skirt stood there scanning the place. Oh dear Lord, he’d been working here less than a day and he already had girls coming over to see him?

“Hello, what can I help you with?” I asked in the friendliest tone I could muster.

She shot me a dirty look. “I’m looking for Logan, I’m his girlfriend.”

I nodded. “Okay, he’ll be here with you in a few then,” I told her and walked away. I recognized her from somewhere. She was in school, she was Becca I think.

“She is looking for you,” I told Logan as he passed through the Young Adult section.

He grimaced. “Please tell me it’s not Becca,” he said in a pleading voice.

“How would I know?” I muttered.

“She is not my girlfriend or anything like that, she’s just crazy,” he told me.

I shrugged. “I really don’t care Logan.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Carol leaned against the book shelves and smiled at me.

“What?” I demanded.

“He likes you,” she said with a wink.

I snorted. “Yeah right Carol and I’m Queen Victoria.”

She laughed. “Your Majesty, I’m telling you that young horse man likes you.”

I laughed. “Funny Carol. He doesn’t like me.”

There’s no way Logan Trainor would like me. Not when he was nearly considered a god by everybody else. With his six feet three inches and handsome face, distinguished by and I quote “his sexy stubble” and those brown eyes and another quote “hot steaming body”, would like me Avery Watson, outcast and totally average girl.

“Trust me when I say this Avery he does like you. Most of the signs are there,” she assured.

I snorted. Yeah right.


“So Avery would you explain why Logan Trainor just came out of Carol’s Books?” Rowan demanded as soon as I set a foot outside.

I shrugged. “He works there too. Remember my new coworker? That’s him.”

Her jaw dropped. “Your coworker is Logan Trainor? And you didn’t mention it to your best friend?” she almost screamed.

I sighed. “It slipped by Rowan, don’t be such a drama queen.”

“Babe I’m a drama queen,” she grinned.

I rolled my eyes. Of course she was. “Okay, you are I get it.”

“So what are the plans for the weekend?” she asked as we both hopped in her green Beetle.

I shrugged. “Stay home? Watch a movie? Do nothing?” I suggested.

“C’mon Avery we have to do something! It’s summer for God’s sake!” she said it like I didn’t know.

“I know it is, it’s like 100 degrees outside Rowan,” I told her sarcastically.

She grimaced. “Come to a party with me and Tyler, please,” she said and did her puppy dog eyes which I couldn’t say no to. It was like telling Sam not to turn into a wolf in the winter, totally pointless until we get to Linger of course, though I haven’t read it.

“Okay, I’ll do if we eat at The Restaurant today,” I told her.

She looked at me for a second weighting her options and finally nodded. “You’ve got a deal Avery Watson.”

“Okay Rowan Tyson,” I replied. “Just let’s go eat, I’m starving.”

We pulled into The Restaurant and Rowan sighed, missing her Subway for sure. “I’ll do this just because you’re going to that party with me.”

I grinned. “And you know how that big of a sacrifice is, right Ro?”

She nodded. “I do and for that I’m forever thankful.”

I winked at her and got down the car already savoring my burger.


Week at Carol’s Books went almost the same. I arrived every morning nine on the dot while Logan arrived ten minutes late; I had already left the coffee space by then and was working at something or reading something. We’ll say hello if we encountered each other in a hall helping a customer. Many girls had been coming in for a fact and Luke was getting a kick out of it. He had flirted shamelessly as had some girls. Logan left for lunch five minutes earlier than I did and he got out five minutes earlier too, so there hadn’t been much of a chance at interaction. Actually I avoided it at all costs, unless it was completely necessary. Rowan said I was nuts and that I should be talking with him as much as I could. I’d roll my eyes and tell her I couldn’t care less about Logan Trainor and it was truth.

So Friday night Rowan was in my place scanning over my clothes for that stupid party we would be going to today, while I sat in my bed reading Along For The Ride.

“Why don’t you wear this more often?” Rowan demanded holding up a one shoulder black and purple dress Dad had gotten me for my birthday this year.

I shrugged. “There hasn’t been an occasion to wear it and beside it’s too short.”

She snorted. “You’ll look divine in it. Okay you’ll wear that and your hair well it looks okay down, but we’ll have to add volume,” she rambled.

I tuned her off and concentrated on the letters in front of me. Thisbe was blowing up and Auden was trying to calm her down.

“Okay, it’s decided,” Rowan finally said and I looked up my eye brows going up in a question.

She started to bring in things from my bathroom and placing them in my bed. Brushes, hairspray, moose, every beauty product I owned. The mascara and foundation my mom had brought for me, but I had never used. And some eye shadows I didn’t even knew existed.

Mom leaned on my door frame. “I’m glad someone is finally using all those beauty products,” she smiled.

You see my mom works at a salon, that’s right she’s the kind of mother who always looks glamorous, dresses awesome and it’s outspoken and smiling and nice to everybody. She’s constantly being asked out by guys who are either divorced or looking for an affair. She’s dated quite of the first kind, never of the second one.

What’s up with Dad you’re wondering? Where is he? Well he works as a lawyer in New York City, a divorce lawyer, coincidence or not, judge yourselves. And he sent in money and all and Caleb and I visited for Christmas, Thanksgiving and sometimes summer, not this one though he was too busy with work to receive us, it wouldn’t be fair for us and yadada yadada.

Rowan chuckled. “I know, right? If you were my mother I’ll make the best out of it.”

I rolled my eyes.

“What are you doing with her hair?” my mom asked already entranced with the idea of doing hair.

And so the mayhem began.

At the end my hair was down, curled up a bit, my eyes were shadowed, outlined and my lashes looked big, while my face had foundation and a little of blush and I was wearing the dress Rowan had liked. I felt overdressed for a party to which a T-shirt and jeans would have sufficed.

“You look gorgeous sweetie,” Mom said staring at me. “You should wear make-up more often and do your hair too.”

“It’s a lot of work for just going to work, lunch and home. Really a waste of time I don’t have,” I told her.

“I bet if Logan Trainor looked at you right now his jaw would be in the floor,” Rowan assured.

“Why do we always refer to him as Logan Trainor?” I asked.

“Because we don’t really know him and it would be weird to just call him Logan, you know?” Rowan said.

“Who is this Logan?” Mom asked excitement gleaming in her eyes.

“The hottest guy in our school and Avery’s coworker,” Rowan dutifully informed.

“Oh, he is the son of that stylish woman, Mrs. Trainor is she? Well if he’s the guy that drops her off sometimes he sure is some eye candy.”

“Mom!” I said with a shook of my head. Okay this wasn’t normal my mom talking about a guy who could be her son like that. Ew.

She laughed. “Not in that sense sweetie. I meant that for a guy your age he is pretty decent.”

Rowan snorted. “He’s more than decent. Tyler is decent, Logan Trainor is plain hot.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please. Can we drop this subject?” I pleaded.

Rowan and Mom chuckled, but nodded.

“Well you girls have fun. I have a date with James Bond,” she told us and winked before leaving me and Rowan alone.

“Okay girl, let’s go,” she told me.

I sighed. “Okay.”


We parked two blocks away from the house, it was that crowded imagine how it would be inside. I was already dreading it. A hamburger wasn’t worth this.

I groaned.

“C’mon this will be fun,” Rowan assured.

“I really doubt it,” I muttered, but followed her.

She said hi to a couple of people in our two block walk and I muttered hi as well.

“C’mon Ave, smile you look so much better when you smile and with the work we did with you you’ll look stunning.”

I fake smiled at her. “Better Ro?”

“Funny, Avery,” she said and stuck out her tongue.

She suddenly squealed and a pair of arms wrapped themselves against her waist. “Hello lovely,” Tyler greeted her.

She giggled. “Hello.”

“Hey Avery,” he nodded.

“Hi Tyler,” I replied shyly.

“You look stunning,” he told Rowan with a small wink.

Rowan giggled. “Oh stop, you’re making me blush.”

I smiled. I liked romances, shoot me. Though I didn’t live them I liked them, okay? What’s wrong with that?

We got to the house, finally. I was right, it was packed you could see and the music blasted through the street. Imagine the sound of it inside. There was a reason why I didn’t do parties and I could suddenly remember it.

“Hey, what isn’t this a birthday party with Barney and stuff like that?” I said, sounding offended and being well sarcastic.

Rowan and Tyler laughed.

“She’s funny under the shell,” he commented.

I blushed and looked away. I had just made a joke in front of Tyler?

“You have no idea,” Rowan told him.

I blushed even redder.

We struggled to make our way inside through the huge sweating crowd. This place was so full. I couldn’t grasp how many people fit into a den, kitchen, and living room. It was beyond crazy and sweaty and cramped and cliché. I sighed as I bumped into a couple making out, or should I say almost having sex on this person’s den.

We reached the kitchen, that was slightly less cramped and I grimaced. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this,” I told Rowan.

“It could be fun,” she grinned.

I rolled my eyes. “Here ‘fun’ counts as making out with someone you don’t know, get drunk and then have drunken sex with someone else you don’t know or dancing wildly to the music or maybe even if we get lucky perform a striptease. None of it counts as my idea of fun.”

Rowan sighed. “C’mon Avery, relax. Not everybody is drunk and beside you could talk with someone, it won’t kill you.”

“Here ladies,” Tyler said handing us each a red cup full of beer.

I shook my head at mine. “I don’t drink, but thank you anyway.”

He shrugged. “Okay,” he said and took a sip of his own drink. “How about if we go dancing?” he told Rowan.

Rowan looked at me and I nodded her forward, no need to be a party pooper for her.

“Okay,” she told Tyler reached for his hand and took him away to what could be considered a dance floor since everybody swayed to the music.

“Hey,” someone said behind me.

I looked over my shoulder at no one else than Logan Trainor.

“Um, hey,” I muttered shyly.

“What are you doing at a party?” he asked.

“What? Is now illegal to come to one?” I demanded. I know I was being snappish and probably a bitch, but whatever.

He chuckled. “No, of course not. You just don’t seem to me like the party type, that’s all,” he assured, grabbing a Coke from an ice bucket.

I nodded. “Oh, well a friend of mine, Rowan talked me into this one.”

He nodded. “You look nice, by the way,” he said taking a sip.

I looked down at my clothes. “Um, thanks?”

He chuckled. “And I don’t seem to be the only guy thinking that,” he said looking at someone over my shoulder.

I looked over it to find in effect a guy staring at my legs. When he saw it was me his eyes narrowed and he looked away embarrassed probably to be caught staring at Avery Watson, the shy girl who read too much.

Logan laughed. “You sure know how to scare them off.”

I stared at him. What the hell did he mean with that? I didn’t ask though.

“Baby, there you are,” the same Becca girl squealed, throwing her arms around Logan’s neck.

He grimaced. “Becca do you know Avery?” he said trying to remove her arms from his neck, but failing miserably.

The Becca girl scanned me over.

“We have met at the library, remember?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she nodded. “You look so different with make-up on though. I barely recognized you.”

I blinked and nodded. “Oh, well nice to talk with both of you,” I told them and walked away.

Well she sure was one nice person that Becca.

I walked around the sweating bodies for a while, and then I roamed upstairs, but went down again when I heard suspicious noises coming from one of the doors. I so didn’t want to hear someone having sex.

I wandered up downstairs where I found nothing to do, but to get a Sprite from the ice bucket and stay there, since Rowan was nowhere to be seen and I didn’t actually talk with the people here. I was actually debating whether or not calling Caleb and ask him to pick me out.

I looked at my watch, eleven forty-five. I had a midnight curfew and I had to find Rowan fast.

I got out my cell phone and dialed her number.

It beeped three times before Rowan’s voice came up from the other side.

“Hello?” she said.

“Rowan where the hell are you?” I demanded.

“Tyler got wasted and I had to take him home. I’ll be for you in twenty,” she assured.

“I don’t have twenty Rowan. I can’t believe you dumped me in a party you insisted I’d go to. You’re unbelievable,” I said down the phone, exasperated.

“I’m sorry Avery. I couldn’t let him drive,” she apologized.

“But you could dump your best friend at a party where she talks to nobody and without any means of transportation whatsoever? You know what, forget it! I’ll just call Caleb.”

Caleb was nineteen in case you were wondering. Went to college, was in a summer break of course and hung out with either his class friends or the guys he worked with at the workshop and would be here for me in no time.

I hung up on Rowan. I was pissed at her right now and talking would only make the matters worst.

I wandered outside holding the phone close to my ear as it rung one time, two times, five times, and then nine before Caleb’s voice came up.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey Caleb I—“

“Ha, gotcha. Well I either can’t answer my phone or don’t want to. It’s probably the first so you know what to do.”

I groaned. Great, voicemail.

Just my luck.

I ran a hand through my hair. Walking will have to be then. I’ll better start.

I had already walked two blocks when a 2003 white Jetta pulled up at my side. Great the only thing I needed now was a drunken teenager offering me the ride of my life. I so was going to kill Rowan.

The driver’s window rolled down to reveal a concerned looking Logan Trainor. Why did I call him by his full name? It was stupid. It was like he was calling me Avery Watson all the time, which he wasn’t, well at least I thought he wasn’t.

“Hey, why are you walking alone?” he asked.

“Rowan forced me to come to this party and then dumped me, leaving me without a ride and having around fourteen minutes until I break curfew,” I told him.

“Hop in,” he said.

I looked at him. He was offering me a ride?

“There’s no way I’ll let you walk alone at night,” he said with a small smile, dimples showing in his cheeks.

I sighed. It was faster than walking. “Sure why not?

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