The Summer. Our Summer

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Chapter 7 (v.1)

Submitted: September 10, 2010

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Submitted: September 10, 2010

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Chapter Seven

“Can you please come?” Logan requested as I packed up a customer.

“Um, I don’t know,” I told him. “It’s not my scene.”

“I’ve seen you talk about what you like and I enjoy it like you wouldn’t know. So I’m asking you to do the same. Watch me do what I love the most Avery.”

When he put it like that, he was right. I mean he watched me do what I liked daily, but I had never seen him do what he enjoyed, not once. I didn’t go to school games. Never.

“I see what I can do,” I told him finally.

He grinned. “Thanks Avery.”

“Can you please stop doing ogling eyes at each other,” Luke said from the coffee area. “It’s disgusting.”

Logan laughed. “Why Luke?” he said and made an exaggerated love sick face at me.

I laughed. “Yeah, why Lukester?”

He grimaced and muttered something under his breath.

Logan and I grinned at each other.

*

“Do you like this?” Mom asked coming out of the dressing room wearing a fit red dress for her date tonight.

“It looks awesome Mom,” I told her, glancing at my clock.

“Wow, Olivia you look smoking’” Rowan commented.

My mom grinned. “Thanks girls. I think this is the dress.”

Thank God, I thought. She had tried around seven dresses so far and Logan’s ‘friendly meeting’ was in around ten minutes. And I knew my mother, we had the dress and the shoes, but we still needed the accessories.

“I’ll go change and then we can look for the accessories,” she squealed and went back inside.

“I’m late Rowan,” I told her, looking down at my clock.

She rolled her eyes. “Being late one time in your life won’t kill you Avery.”

I rolled my eyes and moaned. “I think my stomach is hurting.”

She laughed. “Funny Avery, now it’s just the accessories, how much time can it take?”

Of course she didn’t know my mom, not as I did. At the end we spent another half hour looking for the perfect accessories.

“I told you,” I told Rowan as we got in my car.

She scoffed. “Well your mom does understand the importance of accessories,” she said.

I rolled my eyes and started the car.

We got there in mid-time. I didn’t know that much of the sport, but it was obvious, everybody was drinking water and talking up strategy probably.

Logan jogged up to me, he was all sweaty and he looked tired, but he grinned at me. “You made it,” he grinned and kissed me in the lips briefly.

He looked hot all sweaty.

“Yeah, sorry. My mom didn’t know which dress to buy, then she selected accessories and well,” I made a face.

He chuckled and kissed me again. “I’m glad you could make it.”

I grinned. “So how are the scores?”

“They are winning by one, but that is about to change. I was saving the best of Logan Trainor for when you showed up,” he winked.

I laughed. “Oh, really? What if I didn’t show up?”

“In your conscience it would’ve rest,” he said, placing his arm around my waist. “Hey Rowan,” he greeted at a very startled looking Rowan.

I stared at her as she practically ate up all of the players of both teams, sparing my boyfriend of course.

“Who would have said soccer would be so fun,” she said, still staring at the players and their butts.

I laughed and Logan made a face.

Someone, who I guessed was the referee, called the players to the court by blowing the whistle.

“That’s my call,” he said and kissed my cheek.

“Have fun and destroy them,” I told him.

He grinned and ran up to the court.

“You know soccer is my new favorite sport,” Rowan informed me.

I laughed. “Let’s just get a place to sit Ro.”

Okay let me tell you Logan playing is a big deal. He gets this look of pure concentration with the hint of a smile somewhere, that’s just by staring at the ball and his opponents. When the game starts he is agile, striking like a cobra, and graceful still managing to look so freaking hot all the while. He knows his stuff, just like I know books. He knows the weakness and where to pass the ball, how to, everything. And he looks so happy doing it.

I beamed at him, though he couldn’t probably see me. The ball was in the opponent’s side or whatever it is called and Logan had the ball, reading himself to score, or um however it’s called. “Go Logan!” I screamed at him, suddenly having the guts to do so.

He turned slightly to me and winked, before in fact getting the ball past the goal keeper.

I beamed and clapped while Logan ran around screaming also being hugged by his team mates. He ran across our bleachers and stopped where Rowan and I were sitting. “That one was for you Ave,” he said and blew me a kiss.

I blushed and beamed at him.

“Aw,” Rowan cooed at me. “I wish I had that,” she said staring after Logan. “Ass included.”

I slapped her arm playfully. “What about Tyler?” I asked. Last time I’ve checked they were still together.

“He’s old history,” she said and waved her hand. “He wasn’t worth it, but I see a couple of players here who might,” she said scanning the field.

I grinned. “Which one?”

“Number fourteen, Logan’s team. He kind of looks like Channing Tatum, don’t you think?” she said.

I smiled. “He kind of does.” He was tall, olive skin, green eyes and well, almost Channing Tatum’s clone, his nose was different and his lips were different too, but if you put it all together the resemblance was incredible.

In the end Logan’s team won the game. Apparently it was a big deal, scratch that, a huge deal.

“How about if we congratulate the winners?” Rowan suggested, eyeing number fourteen.

I laughed. “Sure.”

We left the bleachers and made our way through the court where the team celebrated their victory, all of them beaming and acting like guys.

Logan spotted me and grinned, saying something to Ben and running up to me.

“Hey congratulations. Great game,” I told him.

He grinned. “Thanks. We did a great job,” he said sounding rather proud of himself.

“This is what you love right?” I asked, amused.

He nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“You get the same look of concentration I get whenever I read a book and at the end the elation of having it done and in your case awesomely done,” I told him.

“God, why are you so damn cute?”

I blushed and giggled. “Deal with it.”

He grinned and scooped me up in his arms and kissing me passionately, making my heart thump in exhilaration and my insides tickle. Cliché as that may sound.

*

Turns out there was an after party. Turns out both Logan and Rowan had begged for me to come. Turns out I said yes. Why? I didn’t know. Maybe for just the sake of doing something different, either way here I was as so was an eager Rowan looking around for number fourteen.

“Do you see him anywhere?” she demanded twisting her red cup nervously.

“No, I don’t. He should be here somewhere. Why don’t you look for him?” I asked, looking around not for number fourteen, but for Logan.

She sighed. “Maybe I should. Introduce myself and dazzle him,” she said looking down at her boobs.

I laughed. “Will you dazzle him or are you letting them,” I said signaling to her boobs with my eyes, “do the job?”

She shrugged. “Which one do you think will work better?”

“You will dazzle him, not them. Gee, Rowan don’t you know anything about relationships?” I said, doing a pretty good imitation of her.

“Oh shut up Cassandra.”

I laughed.

“Hey there gorgeous,” Logan whispered, his arms wrapping around my waist and kissing my lips lightly.

“Hey,” I replied shyly.

He chuckled and let me go. It was then that I noticed he wasn’t alone, no one else than infamous number fourteen walked behind him. Rowan almost hyperventilates and I couldn’t help but smirk. Logan seemed to notice too.

“Hey Rowan. Avery, Rowan this is Braden. Braden my lovely girlfriend Avery and her friend Rowan,” he introduced.

“Yeah I know her, from school, right? You date Tyler Rowls?”

“Dated being more accurate, and I’ve never seen you at school before Braden,” she said going all flirty on him.

“Um, Logan do you want to dance?” I asked, even though the song was so not my idea of music, much less something I’ll dance with a guy, even if he is my boyfriend, but whatever to give the love birds some time alone.

He grinned. “Sure. See you later man, Ro.”

He took my hand in his and we walked away.

“You’re scheme-y Avery Watson,” he chuckled.

I smiled. “What are you talking about Logan Trainor?” I asked innocently.

He laughed. “God, aren’t you awesome?”

I grinned at this and kissed his lips however briefly. “Thanks.”

He smiled. “Let’s dance.”

I made a face first and then nodded. “Sure why not?”

What could be considered the dance floor was so packed I could barely move in my tiny space without another sweaty body touching mine. Also the girls and the guys were grinding against each other and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes or gag, maybe both.

I just stood there awkwardly as Logan stared at me, probably waiting.

“Um, I don’t know how to dance,” I said, awkwardly as someone bumped their butt with mine.

He chuckled, or at least I think that’s what he did, it was hard to tell with the music so loud. “We don’t have to dance,” he screamed over the loud music.

I nodded. “Let’s don’t.”

“Logan congratulations on the game,” a girl squealed and threw her arms around him.

I rolled my eyes. I knew what reaction he got from girls and I tried not to be affected by it, why should I? I mean he was hot and yes we were dating, but I wasn’t one of those super jealous girlfriends.

“Um, thanks Sam,” he said awkwardly, untangling himself from her. “You know my girlfriend Avery, right?” he said signaling to me.

The girl looked me over and I could see how hard she worked to not make a face. “Um, nice to meet you,” she shouted over the loud music. “I’ll see you later Logan,” she said kissed his cheek and was off.

That made me a little mad, but I laughed it off.

Logan grabbed my hand and dragged me off the dance floor. “What the hell are you laughing about?” he demanded a small smile in his lips.

“How all girls are just so eager to at least get a hello from your lips? It is hilarious,” I said, fighting giggles.

“You know a normal girlfriend will be furious to have a girl wrap their arms around their boyfriend like that and will slap her if she ever dreamed of kissing his cheek,” he said between mocking and serious.

I shrugged. “Any normal guy would be thrilled to have a girlfriend like me that didn’t obsess of how often he looked at girls and how many girls looked over to him. So you should be thankful.”

He shook his head and smiled at me. “I’m thankful and you don’t have to worry me looking at other girls, you are all I need to look at,” he winked.

I blushed and looked away.


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