A/N: Okay, so I have to tell you I'm not very happy with this chapter, I'm not very good with dialogues. However, I do think this is working up to becoming a good story, and I'm glad you're reading it. Please review, it makes me extremely happy to read your opinions :D

"Shit, shit, shit!" the man said repeatedly walking back and forth in his apartment as if not knowing where to go. It woke her up, making her notice what horrible headache she would have to live with throughout the day. "That bad?" she asked him, dizzily sitting up in bed. He looked as if he was going crazy, and it was odd that she could find that behavior attractive, but how could she not? Stopping in the middle of the room, Logan looked at her, crazy eyes, hair all messy. "This is.. insane!" he stated, making her smile again. "Your dad called," he continued, in a tone suggesting that she was ten years old and had ran away. "Oh yeah? What did he say?" she replied, calmly.

It was a matter of fact that her dad would call to everyone he knew, looking for her, and since it wasn't rare that she spent the night on Logan's couch, which wasn't the case this time, it wasn't strange he would call him first. "What he said? He was worried crazy! And what the hell was I supposed to say?!" He really was going crazy over this, the poor boy, it made her smile even bigger. "Well.. you could say that she's lying nak.." He stopped her, dropping his hands to his sides. "God, Lydia, this isn't funny!" She had to admit she hated it when he called her that, it seemed too impersonal in a way. "Guess I should go then, if he's worried crazy," the girl said, getting out of the bed, putting her clothes back on. "And Wolverine, please calm down before you faint," she said, placing a soft kiss on his lips before he had the time to react.

With that, she left, to go home to her worried daddy. Haley wasn't to speak about, that woman would probably be half way to the police-station by now, though that was quite understandable considering what she had been through. Picking up her phone from her pocket, Lydia sighed at the 20 missed calls. Five were from Davis Baker, the boy who couldn't take no for an answer, 10 from her mother, 2 from her brother and 3 from her father. Calling her mom, Lydia wondered what she would say, but the time to wonder ran out extremely fast, as Haley picked up by the time she'd gotten the first signal. "Lydia Bob Scott, where the hell are you?" Laughing, Lydia shook her head at Haley actually swearing, she hadn't expected that. "Chill mom, I'm by the cafe . Are you working?" It seemed as if Haley had hung up on her, and seconds later she came running out of the cafe embracing her daughter, who smelled of alcohol and smoke.

"I've been worried sick, where have you been?" Haley shook her head, taking in the fact that her daughter was actually okay, a bit hungover, but okay. "I know," Lydia nodded, at the worried sick part. That was the way Haley was. She felt a bit guilty about it actually, even though she was just being normal. Her mother wasn't normal, and perhaps Lydia should take that into consideration, but she wanted to go out, have fun, like other teenagers. The way her mother became all miserable, though, made her think it might not be worth it. "I was at the victory party, and then I stayed at Logan's," she said, not finding any reason to lie, since her mother would never suspect anything with him.

Letting go of her daughter, the woman nodded and kissed Lydia on the forehead. "Now go home, you're grounded, and next weekend you're working at the cafe ." Haley was probably the only person on earth who could sound so extremely nice when punishing her kid. "Mom! I have a game! That's not fair!" Realizing she sounded like the typical teenager, Lydia was rather happy that the grounding didn't seem to last more than a week, but she would probably be able to convince her dad to get her out of working the weekend.

"I'm not changing my mind, now go home," Haley said, sighing quietly, wondering how her daughter had turned out the way she did. Walking back home, with the high heels, that she definitely didn't need for height, in her hands, Lydia wondered why Logan had been so freaked out. There were of course the obvious reasons, the way the two of them were the definition of wrong, in some people's eyes, but to her, it wasn't that weird really. She didn't think much of the fact that he was a lot older than her, the only time she noticed that was in the gym. They weren't that unlike each other, but obviously, he thought a lot more than she did. Besides from that, they weren't even related, no matter other people's opinions.

As soon as she came home, Lydia threw herself on her bed, as if she had never been happier to be home, in her own room. With the headache being unbearable she soon fell asleep, as she hadn't gotten much of that last night. It was quite obvious what she would dream of, it seemed as if, if possible, she had fallen even worse for him after last night. She even wondered if it had really happened, although she was very sure of that. Memories like that wouldn't pass for a long time, perhaps ever.

"Lyddie," a relieved voice woke her up, without opening her eyes she answered with a raspy voice. "Hi daddy." He sat down on her bed, pulling away hair from her face, making her truly wake up. Sitting up in her bed, she looked at Nathan, who looked at least as worried as Haley. "You really need to take it easy with the drinking, Lydia. Your mom was worried sick," he said, tone gentle. "I take it so were you?" she asked, smiling vaguely. She had always been a daddy's girl, for some reason. Perhaps because she was so much like him. He understood her, and he supported her in ways her mom never would. She knew it was because he never wanted to be like his own dad, not being supportive of his kids.

Nodding, the girl once again made a promise she knew she wouldn't keep. She would try, but seeing to her competitive mind, it wouldn't take long until she'd be back daring Davis to do tequila shots. Being reminded of him, she wondered how he was feeling considering how awfully drunk he had been last night. Brooke had to be going crazy over there. Smiling at the thought of how Davis was just like his mother, Lydia closed her eyes again, going back to sleep. Perhaps she had fallen for the one guy she wasn't supposed to fall for, stayed the night with him, not knowing what he felt about her. But she did have a good life, she had almost everything she wanted. She had the beginning of a career, great friends, an amazing family, and she had just spent the night with the boy she had been in love with for years. There wasn't much bad about that.