No offense is meant to either Jessica Simpson or Katy Perry, just using an actual conversation I had with some friends at lunch. This one is very short for some reason. I honestly have no idea why.
The next few days for Liz were filled with avoiding Warren, even going so far as to switch gym classes and sit with Pete at lunch. She had told me everything that happened and I can't blame her. Poor thing. For me, it was mostly getting alone with Logan and having make out sessions that would leave us both breathing hard. One time, he even pulled me out of Algebra, because he knows I hate that class. As much as I love Scott, I hate Algebra.
On day five of Liz's plan AWAMAP and my plan TTFOHTSKL (Try To Figure Out How To Stop Kissing Logan) during lunch, Marie stood and announced that we were sitting with Liz today whether some people (with a look at Warren) like it or not. She had marched over to Pete's table and just plopped down like she owned the place. I actually laughed in amazement and followed her lead. Soon everyone was crowding Pete's table, while Warren simply threw his lunch away and walked out of the cafeteria. I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach, but ignored it as Peter and John (cough cough douchebag cough cough) started arguing about who would win in a fight, Jessica Simpson or Katy Perry.
"It would so be Katy Perry," I told them. "Her nails would definitely screw up Jessica's face."
"I told you!" Peter exclaimed, pointing at John.
"Yeah, but Jessica could make Katy's ears bleed with her singing."
I bit my bottom lip thoughtfully. He made a very good point.
"That's a good point," Peter mumbled and John smiled triumphantly.
"Well, Katy could get Russell Brand to beat the shit out of Jessica," Bobby piped in.
"Yeah, but Jessica has Tom Brady," John replied.
"They broke up, retard," Kitty informed him and I laughed.
"Geez, get caught up with your news, moron," Jubilee added, imitating Kitty's voice. Both Kitty and John glared and I glanced around. I noticed Logan standing over by the doorway, looking straight at me.
"I'm gonna head back to the room, I'm not feeling well," I said, standing and tossing out my trash before heading out of the cafeteria. Logan had disappeared so as to not cause suspicion, but I soon found him in front of my room, smiling a little.
"Ladies first," he said and I rolled my eyes, unlocking the door. I made sure no one was around before walking inside and grabbing Logan's shirt, pulling him inside too. He pushed me against the door and kissed me fiercely. I smiled and threaded my fingers through his hair.
"How long do we have?" I whispered.
"Thirty minutes." I set the alarm on my watch.
"Go."
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"We should go to the beach in Florida, like Miami or something," I whispered, tracing Logan's abs. "I heard that it's lovely this time of year." He nodded and pulled on my bra strap. "Stop it, you know we can't. I'm pretty sure that what we're doing right now is borderline illegal." He smirked and shrugged.
"I think I've been to jail before. It's not that bad." I rolled my eyes and scoffed, pushing back the blanket and standing up, walking over to the mirror to check for hickeys. Liz has always been the observant one, so I always have to check. Nothing, thank God. I noticed Logan staring at me in the mirror.
"What?"
"I should just take you right now." I smiled and turned.
"But that, my dear Logan, is classified as rape and could get you a lot more than prison. Besides, you promised you wouldn't rape me."
"I promised that I wouldn't rape Liz." He laughed as I threw my stuffed duck, Vegas, at him.
"We're twins, it's basically the same thing." I danced back over towards the bed and he laughed.
"You're such a tease." He grabbed my waist and I shrieked as he pulled me back onto the bed. He kissed me softly, pressing me against the pillow when the alarm on my watch went off. He was off the bed in a split second and already pulling his pants and shirt on. "I'll see you soon," he said, pecking my lips.
"Promise?" I asked quietly and he laughed before leaving. I pulled on a different shirt and sat back in bed. My sheets, pillow, and Vegas had his earthy scent, and I sighed before standing and walking into the bathroom and turning on the bath.
About halfway through I heard the door open and close, then the bed squeak. I thought it might be Logan until I heard the snores, and confirmed that it was Liz. I carefully drained the bathtub and pulled on my pajamas, walking over to my bed and cuddling up next to Vegas.
Sometime during the night there was a big commotion, but I had already fallen back asleep by the time someone entered the room.
