I never actually read the book this chapter is named after but the title does represent the chapter well. =] I used part of a definition of wallflower from urban dictionary

Wallflower- (noun) someone, usually in high school, who sees everything, knows everything but does not say a word…

Perks of a wallflower

Revenge is best served cold but in this case, served hot with a side order of Latino.

I am by all means not an evil person but when the opportunity presents itself, I have to take it, especially when the victim is the father who grounded me for a ninety-nine on a test. It's not my fault the teacher is a sexist bitch but what is a ninth grader supposed to say to a father that believe strictly that the teacher is always right no matter what? Well is it right for him to sleep with the help? I didn't think so.

"Mm." Logan stretches in Carlos' arms after an hour nap, regaining his strength. Carlos stirs to Logan's movement, smiling at the warmth their bodies shared.

"Bueno Dias, hijo." Carlos kisses Logan's forehead, patting his matted hair. "Did you sleep well?"

"Whenever I am in your arms, I sleep well." Logan snuggles against Carlos' well define chest, tickling the huge pectoral with his nose. "You are so cuddly."

"Stop it Logie." Carlos laughs as Logan brushes his ticklish body.

"Hmm, no." Logan smirks, licking the exposed nipples in front of him. Carlos is a mystery. He is firm and serious, not a laughter in shot during sex but outside their sexual adventures, Carlos is this ticklish bunny prone to feathers and wiggling fingers.

"Seriously Logie, I can't take it." Carlos squirms, adding to Logan's excitement. "Don't make me punish you."

"Oh ho ho. Well by all means, spank me Papi." Logan taunts but instead of a hit Carlos thrusts through Logan' hands, connecting their lips. Logan melts, hands wrapping around Carlos and forgetting about his torture.

"Now will you stop?" Carlos whispers, ghosting next to Logan's lips.

"Only if Papi spanks my ass."

Carlos chuckles, thumbing Logan's dimples. "I can do that for my hijo."

"Well I am a bad boy, Papi. A dirty, bad son."

"Well I have to fix that won't I?" Carlos firmly grabs one of his hijo's butt cheeks and continues their kiss.

"So do I have to call him Papi now too?"

"What! Aaa!" Logan flips on the floor, scrambling with the blanket. "Rachael, why are you home? You're supposed to be in the library studying." Logan yells at his daughter.

Carlos blushes, covering as much of his chest (and lower) as possible with the pillows.

"Well, I did but, studying is not so much fun anymore, right dad? I mean you're supposed to be researching new drugs but apparently you found something more fun to do ... or have done to you." She smirks at her father limping on to the bed, sitting next to Carlos. She celebrates in her head at their change of position. She's the adult with all the power and her father and "Papi" are the children who deserve some punishment and retribution.

"I finished my work, Rachael."

"And so have I but you don't see me screwing with the librarian." She throws the snarky comment back, an oh so devious smile on her face.

"This is none of your business, Rachael." She doesn't know if her father is more embarrassed or angry. The redden face can be either one or both, hopeful it's both. That way the satisfaction of beating her dad is more fulfilling. "Leave us alone." He commands.

"Fine, dad. I'll be the mature one." She waves her hands in the air, rolling her brown eyes. "Have fun."

"Wait, where are you going? You're still grounded for poor grades." Logan yells. Carlos pulls Logan's blanket up to cover half his face, scared of the parental situation. "Go to your room."

"Mm no. I think I will go to Daniel's house and have SEX. Sweet spanking SEX! He is a son of a sexy model. I bet sex with him is just as good as with Carlos." Rachael shouts to the high heavens.

"Don't you dare play with me! I will ground your sorry behind until you're eighteen." Logan raises his voice, topping his daughter's.

"Fine, then I'll just go to the spa where mother is and have a nice mother to daughter talk." Carlos' eyes widen, peeking over the blanket. He turns his head to give Logan a desperate look of pure innocence and fear. "I bet mother would love to hear how you scream Papi's name."

Gritting his teeth, Logan stares at her unfazed eyes. Carlos gently holds Logan's hand, a weak defenseless expression on his face. Logan sighs in defeat. "Have fun." He mumbles.

"Thanks daddy, I was joking about sex." She jumps. "Oh but I need something more to keep my mouth shut. You know me, blah blah blah." She taunts pretty damn well.

"What do you want?" He angrily asks through his clinched teeth.

"A car. A red convertible, preferably a Ferrari. If mom can have a Porsche, I want a Ferrari."

"That's over two hundred grand!"

"And that is a sweaty, sperm covered Latino you have in bed." Again, her evil mind triumphs the smartest of doctor. "Everyone deserves nice things right, Papi? You deserve a doctor right?" She looks at Carlos.

Carlos closes his eyes in shame, sinking under the quilt again.

"Deal, but mom can't know about this." Logan agrees, any shred of his dignity flies out the window.

"I wasn't planning on telling." She beams at her victory as she walks away. "Bye los Papis. I bet Carlos is great in bed. I know I want him." She laughs.

After hearing three doors slam leading out the house, Logan yells, freaking out his lover. "That bitch of a daughter! Who the fuck does she think she is?"

"Senor Logan." Carlos rubs his shoulder.

"I mean she is a fucking conniving little fifteen year old bitch."

"Logan."

"She thinks she is going to win, well I will find something and when I do-"

"Logie." Carlos clamps Logan's head, turning it to face him. Logan breathes deeply, calming down. "I'm sorry." He cries, his head falling on Logan's chest. "It's all my fault."

"What are you talking about?" Logan wraps his arms around him. "This is not your fault."

"Yes it is. If I said no, your daughter would have never found out."

"Hey, hey Carlos." He rubs his back. "She would have found out eventually and I still love you all the same. I want you no matter what."

"But what happens when Senora finds out?"

That's the big question Logan's been thinking of since the first day they met. Truthfully, Logan has no idea what to do or say. Camille is crazy and vengeful (where Rachael gets her personality from). She might try to kill Logan or worst kill Carlos. Who knows what the crazy wife would do.

"See, I ruined your familia." Carlos cries after waiting for Logan's answer.

"I know it is bad Carlos but…" Logan kisses his forehead. "But trust me. I love you and will find a way to be with you. I just need time to think this out."

"Ok." Carlos sniffles, rubbing his red eyes. "But what about Rachael? She might tell."

"Not if I buy her that car."

"Sorry."

"No no. It's not your fault. I rather give away all my money just to have you in my arms." Logan comforts him and it works. Carlos wears a grin, eyes returning back to their cheery normal selves. "Come on. Let's eat." Logan taps his back before thrusting off the bed to grab their clothes.

"Ok Logie. Thanks."

"For what?" He throws Carlos his tight white uniform.

"For loving me, making me feeling special like… I belong somewhere."

Logan smiles, putting on his clothes. "You belong with me."

Carlos chuckles. "Who else would I belong to?"

"Rachael." Logan jokes, Carlos stares astonishingly. "Did you know she has a crush on you? I read her diary and saw her drawings of hearts around your face and everything."

"What?" He blushes again. "No she doesn't."

"Just like the hearts I drew on your ass." Logan laughs. "But really, she has a crush on you. I think that is why she wants to get revenge for. You should read her stories of heroine Rach saving the prince charming, Carl from the evil, ugly, man-ish witch, Dr. Loran. What a sweet but strange story."

"No, that is not true." Carlos hides his modest face.

Logan grabs his hand, pulling him out of the room. "That is your fault."

"What did I do?"

"You were cursed with the most beautiful eyes, an Adonis' body and the lips that just make people want to kiss you. You are perfect."

"You're just saying that." He shies away a bit. "No one is that perfect."

"You are to me." Logan turns around, capturing the soft lips in a sweet but long kiss. "I am definitely not lying about your lips." He says before peppering a few more kisses.

"Thanks, Logie." Carlos whispers. "You are the one that makes me feel perfect."

Ok, so I am thinking for this story and Penniless, the chapters will be shorter, about 1500 to 3000 words. That way I can update faster and manage time better.

And Rachael is a devious girl isn't she. Oh god how I love her. But keep in mind, she will play a role in the story * hint, hint. And so will Daniel (not as big though) but I won't say anything about him yet ;].

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