YAY ANOTHER CHAPTER

SO LET ME APOLOGIZE AHEAD OF TIME IF THIS SEEMS LIKE A HOT MESS BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO CONVEY THAT A POST HEATED AND DRUNK LOGAN IS NOT A HAPPY LOGAN IF YOU TELL HIM SOMETHING THAT HE DOESN'T LIKE

IT'S LIKE PLAYFUL AND ROUGH BANTER BETWEEN HIM AND CARLOS

A BIG THANK YOU GOES TO EVERY ONE FOR YOUR REVIEWS THEY MAKE ME SUPER HAPPY SO VIRTUAL HUGS AND COOKIES FOR ALL OF YOU :)

ALRIGHT SO NOW WE GET OT SEE HOW LOGAN CARLOS INTERACT WITH EACH OTHER SINCE LAST NIGHTS EVENTS WHICH COULD PROVE TO BE INTERRESTING

LET'S NOT WASTE ANYMORE TIME AND GET INTO IT

ENJOY

Ugh god, I have the worst headache ever. Of all time.

What the hell did I do last night?

Sad thing is...I can't remember. At all.

I slowly stretched as I tried to piece together my fuzzy mind. I froze instantly in recognition.

This is not my house. This is not my room. My room doesn't have posters of famous rock bands, and definitely none of half naked guys.

Something is very wrong with this picture.

I looked down at myself to see that I was in my underwear.

Something DID happen to me, I can't really figure it out at the moment, but I know something did happen.

I got out of the large fluffy bed-even though I really didn't want too- and pulled on my clothes and I left.

"The smell of breakfast caught me and my senses attention. Following the imaginary smoke I found myself in the kitchen.

I looked around slowly as I walked downstairs, this place is huge.

The owner must be crazy rich.

There was a guy standing at the stove, cooking what looked to be french toast. I was staring, and he knew it.

"I see you're up." he says to me.

I blink. "Uh yeah."

"Here you go." he hands me plate full of the morning food.

When it comes to pancakes or waffles or french toast, I never usually use a knife and fork to cut it into pieces (1). I mean, why so proper? I get that it's polite but like I never really cared about that. Besides, my fingers have heat tolerance.

Something about this guy seemed familiar. The black hair, the voice, defined chest.

I skimmed over him once again, a small ding sounded in my mind when I saw that golden chain.

Last night, seems a little more clear now.

"That party I went to last night, he was there.

So," I started breaking the semi awkward air. "Your house is nice and big."

He smirks. "You like it? It's my house legally since my parents kinda pushed me to the side a few years back. But it's not the only thing that's nice and big."

I felt myself blush at that last comment. "Have I seen you somewhere? I feel like you're familiar."

He shrugs. "We go to the same school, so you've probably seen me around before."

"I frowned. "No, I mean like recently?"

"Besides last night and this morning, most likely not."

I remember what the main reason of me coming downstairs was. "Speaking of, do you know what happened to me last night?"

He faltered in his own eating. "No. We were at that senior party. I found you outside of the club and you were a little drunk. So I just took you home, for safety purposes."

I looked at him.

"But I swear I didn't do anything though." he waves his hands in defense.

Yeah, I'm not stupid that doesn't add up. Why would I get drunk beyond comprehension? Why would I be at a senior party to begin with?

Suddenly getting annoyed, there was only one answer for those questions.

James and Kendall.

I put my throbbing head in my hands.

I am so fucked.

If my dad finds out that I snuck out the house for some stupid party, I'll be grounded for the rest of my life.

"So you found me huh? I might have a shitty hangover right now, but I'm not so out of it to figure out that what you're saying doesn't add up."

He crosses his arms. "Well what else are you supposed to go by?"

"Maybe the truth?"

"What makes you think that I would do something like that? I have a heart, I wouldn't take advantage of some drunk person."

"Oh so now I'm some drunk person?" I was a little upset at that. "This doesn't look good for you at all. I was drunk, I wake up half naked in your room, in your house and you expect me to believe that you just "found" me?"

"Now I know for next time: leave the drunk socially awkward sophomore in the mud and he can be someone else's problem."

My nostrils flared. "The fuck's you're problem? Look here Chester, you don't know anything about me. You can't call me socially awkward with nothing to back that up."

He sips on his orange juice. "First of all, my name is Carlos, not Chester. Secondly I'm not the one with the problem, you've got a problem. Thirdly,you'd be surprise I know about you. Like how you had your first heat on monday."

"I felt myself pale a little.

"Or how you're best friends with the Drama King and the Mellow Guitarist."

It's official this dude is a stalker.

"Friggin weirdo.

"From where I was sitting, I could tell that you didn't want to be there. You were giving off weird vibes."

I look down. "Ok so maybe I am little awkward at parties and such but I'm not like that with my regular friends."

"Look, I don't wanna cause a rift between us-we technically just met- I just did what I thought was best. I wouldn't feel right leaving you out on the streets to fend for yourself in that state."

I rubbed my temples. "Alright whatever. I don't care anymore. That must have been your selfless act of the year."

"Carlos lets out a soft chuckle. One that I'm positive I've heard before. "Maybe."

"I play with my toast before poking holes through it, I'm bored and full so what's a guy to do?

"But seriously, if I wanted to do anything with you, you would have known it because I would've still been upstairs waking you up with a blow job or something."

"First off, eew. That would be so uncomfortable for me. I would just lay there the whole time, not doing anything.

"You say that like it's a fact. How am I supposed to know you're telling the truth?"turned my head towards the window. "Besides I've been told not to trust an Alpha."

Carlos scoffs. "I'm not an Alpha, I'm a Beta."

I perked in interest. "Really? I've never seen a Beta up close like this ever. All I know are Alphas and Omegas. You must be lucky."

Betas were the least common out of all of the statues, so to see one was a bit weird to me.

I continued to look him over. "You sure are defined for a Beta."

He flexes a his arms for me. "Well you know, I like to stay in shape and I take care of myself."

I cracked a smile seeing his muscles like that. "Good to know you're not a couch bum."

"Yeah so there's that."

"You're a senior right?"

"Yep proud and repeating this upcoming year."

"Repeating? How old are you?"

"Eighteen turning nineteen here shortly."

"Interesting. Very interesting."

"What? That you're sixteen and taking college level classes and I'm still in semi standard ones?"

"No," I answered slowly. "It seems like you would be the kind of person who would care about his grades and such."

"Maybe me and certain subjects just don't get along."

"I lifted an eyebrow. "Have you even tried asking for help?"

"If I don't have time for regular school why would I set aside time for a tutor?"

"I sighed. "Think of it this way Carlos,the sooner you pick yourself up the sooner you graduate. Which means the sooner you can move on with your life."

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"I mean you're kinda ok-ish, but I don't think I wanna see you again next year."

"Oh wow, that means a lot coming from you." he deadpans.

"I sigh. "It must be a senior thing. To think that you own the world except it's pretty much the other way around."

"And it must be a sophomore thing, to be a bitchy know it all."

"I frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't stutter, you heard me."

"I am a know it all on a good day you asshole. I'm not a hostile verbalist but seriously, you're being a bi polar dick head. I'm not like most Omegas, if you couldn't figure out already. So therefore I'm not a bitch but I can be, like now, you insensitive douche bag."

I got up and shoved the plate away from me, I was about to leave when I was roughly pushed into a corner.

"Let's get something straight Logan, no one talks to me that way ever. I don't care who you are, you can't do that."

Is it wrong to say that I was surprisingly turned on by this spark of dominance?

Well I was.

Quickly regaining myself with another frown. "I already told you, I'm not usually a rough kind of person, but when you start talking down to me like I'm some kind of dog, nothing will go in your favor."

He looks at me with a look with sure fire that haven't seen before."I look up to him- I never noticed that he was taller than me by a good four or five inches- with a daring glare. "I would appreciate it if you get off of me so I can go home."

"You sure are a feisty one aren't you? That's really cute. Adorable even. I can give you a lift yo your place if you would like."

I continued to glare at him as I thought about need to go back to the only place of comfort I really have is much higher than trusting this guy.

This- this dick mound is willing to take me back to my house. But who knows he might piss me off again and I could end up on the side of the road, walking my happy self the rest of the way

There was so many pros and cons of Carlos that entertaining the thought of this gave me another head ache.

Sighing I said, "Alright fine I guess."

My dad will have my ass if I don't show up at some point. And that's seriously the last thing that I need right now. Because personally I still feel like shit.

We walked down the hallway towards his garage. Along the way he kept ratting on about god knows what and telling me things about his house.

Currently I felt the same as I when I walk with Kendall except I was more tolerant with it. Like with Kendall the only thing he would talk about is James. Carlos, however, jumps from one topic to the other in a matter of seconds.

Just like the rest of the house, I should have expected that the garage would be large as well.

After what felt like forever watching Carlos skim over two small rows of keys he was finally able to pick out a set and we were able to leave. Reluctantly following him to the car of his choosing I got into the passenger seat as he started the engine.

"So where do you live?" he asks me.

For some stupid reason my cheeks decided to redden. "Uh DeerWood Forrest."

"Forrest eh? I know where that is."

The ride was a semi comfortable silence. It was still awkward but not so where it wasn't wanted or anything.

But the whole time I felt like more shit than when I woke up. I was able to bear the horrible head pounding but if you throw in the feeling of nausea, my ability to ignore everything was slipping. The only thing that bothered me was that this didn't feel like the normal kind of nausea that happens during a hang over, it felt different some how. What would I know about what nausea was supposed to feel like? It's all the same right?

I could't place it, but it was different in some way shape or form.

I leaned over to craddle my pounding head in my heads. Seconds were ticking by and I can taste my breakfast back in my mouth. Swallowing thickly, I gripped the handle of the door. "Carlos..." I started getting his attention.

"Yeah?"

"P-pull over...p-please."

I saw Carlos give me a look of concern, but he pulls over anyways.

I don't even think that the car fully stopped, all I know is that I was out and throwing up in the grass.

I haven't thrown up like this since second grade, when I had to recite some lines from a speech.

Large hands patted my back in small soothing circles. I welcomed them, seeing as I never let strangers touch me. But it actually eased the discomfort away a bit.

After spitting up the rest, I sat back on my knees, flipping my matted hair out of my face.

Carlos helped me up, I sagged on him for a moment before I got my balance back.

"You good?" he asks me.

Wiping my mouth I nodded my head.

"Well let me know if you need to again ok?"

Again I nodded while slipping back into my seat.

I soon recognized the trees and park areas of my neighborhood. I had to tell Carlos where to turn because my house was perched at angle and was easy to pass it.

I undid my seat belt."Thanks...for everything. And I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to make you mad."

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

I made a move to open the door and get out but he grabbed my wrist. "I'm sorry too. For you know, cornering you like that."

A wave a awkward silence. "So I'll see around school yeah?" he asks me.

Curse these blasted cheeks for blushing again. "Y-yeah, see you around." with that I got out and made my way towards the steps that took me inside my house.

Using the same key that allowed me to sneak out the house, I used it to get back in.

Closing the door, I watched as Carlos drove off into the distance.

Do I dare say that I was starting to kinda miss the other a little bit?

I shook my head. NO, I don't miss him. I shouldn't. Nope I didn't miss Carlos ten seconds ago. Not even the slightest bit. None whatsoever.

I guess over all he wasn't so bad, yes he had his jerk like moments, but he was a decent person.

I've never met a Beta before and I guess I'm glad he was a good first impression.

However, he totally reads as something else but if he says he's a Beta than who knows better than him?

And since I've never seen one up until now, I'm not sure how they're supposed to look like.

Deciding that I was overthinking again, I sighed and walked towards the kitchen.

"LOGAN PHILLIP MITCHELL!"

I stood completely still. I know this was coming, I should have saw it coming, but I was still surprised.

"LOGAN I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!"

Fuck my life.

AND END CHAPTER

SO HOW BOUT IT?

LIKE I SAID EARLIER THIS MIGHT HAVE SEEMED AND MAYBE READ AS A HOT MESS BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANTED TO CONVEY

WE SAW LOGAN GET PISSED FLATTERED AND CORNERED AND HE (THOUGHT) MISSED CARLOS FOR A FEW SECONDS THAT MUST MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT?

ANYWAYS I PUT A 1 IN THERE SOMEWHERE BUT IT WAS JUST THAT I DO THE SAME THING I CAN'T STAND USING KNIVES TO CUT PANCAKES AND WAFFLES I STILL USE THEM FOR STEAKS AND THE LIKE BUT NEVER FOR BREAKFAST BASED FOODS. IT'S WEIRD I KNOW

SO WHAT DO WE THINK ABOUT CARLOS LYING ABOUT HIS STATUS AND ABOUT WHAT HE DID TO LOGAN THE NIGHT BEFORE?

WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO LOGAN NOW THAT HE'S HOME WHERE HIS DAD CAN UNLEASH THE FURY?

DOES LOGAN MIGHT HAVE SOME THINGS TO THINK ABOUT MAINLY CARLOS?

WHY AM I ASKING YOU ALL THESE QUESTIONS?

I REALLY DON'T KNOW ACTUALLY...

ANYWHO

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