Ok, I realize how short this chapter is, but I had to squeeze in a bit of Logan/Julianne fluff. I took great enjoyment in writing this chapter. The next one will be considerably longer and more serious. Please tell me what you think and if you want more fluff or more...whatever! Please review! Thank you to those who have reviewed so far! But...I really want to get 30 reviews! See you at the bottom.
"When someone you love says "I hate you," They're really saying something else"-Martha Genert
"Checkmate."
"You're lying."
"Look!"
"Shit."
"Logan!"
We sat across from each other on the floor, intent with our prolonged game of chess. This was the usual outcome. I would win, he would whine, and then we'd laugh.
"You learned all your expertise from me kid." Logan shot me a look of empathy.
"That's funny," I teased, "I never pictured the jealous type." He pinched me.
"Ouch!" I tried not to smile, "But then again, you were always jealous of Scott and Jean…"
That was the last straw. Logan lunged across the table and began tickling me. My body shook with laughter.
"Admit it!" I cried, as he tickled my ribcage.
He stopped for a moment so that I could catch my breath.
"Admit what?" He chuckled, "That you're an asshole or that you suck at chess?"
This time, I was the one that jumped at him. Logan leniently dodged my attack with ease. He plopped down on the couch and rested his feet on the nearest coffee table.
I brushed the hair from my face and sat down next to him.
"You know what?" I said, laying my head on his shoulder in complete comfort.
Logan wrapped his arm around me.
"What?"
I peeked up at him. As innocently as possible, I whispered into his ear. "I may be an asshole, but I don't suck at chess."
With that, I set off to bed, eager to take a long, hot, shower.
A loud bang on the door awoke me from my restless sleep.
"What!" I moaned grumpily.
Without warning, Logan burst into the room, fully dressed and ready for the day. I jumped in surprise, tightly clutching the covers to my half-naked body.
"What are you doing?" I screeched as he sat on the edge of my bed, tugging at the comforter which surrounded me.
"Trying to get you up off your ass," He frowned, "That's what I'm doing."
I scowled. It was barley half past eight.
I groaned unhappily, pulling the sheets back over my head. "Come back at ten."
Logan grunted. "Fine, you give me no choice."
He grabbed me and flung me headfirst over his shoulder.
"Logan!" I screamed, pounding unmercifully on his back. "LET ME DOWN!"
He made his way out of my bedroom and down the stairs, all the while; I was begged him to release me.
Once we reached the backyard, I had resorted to kicking rather then just begging and yelling. But Logan held a grip of steel.
"Logan," I huffed, "If you don't put me down right now, I will hate you for the rest of eternity…and I'll never talk to you again…ever!"
I heard him chuckle at my sincerity. "All right then, as you wish."
Through all my squirming, I hadn't noticed just how close to the pool we had come. With practically no effort on his part, Logan tossed me into the pool, bed sheets and all.
"LOGAN!" My shrieks echoed through the school grounds. "YOU ARE SUCH A-A FUCKING ASSHEAD!"
"Now, now," said Logan grinning, "Watch your language."
I was to angry to even respond as I flailed around like a fool, trying to get out of the freezing water.
As I stomped off I heard him yell, "The Professor wants to see you in his office."
An eternity seemed like a long time not to talk to a person, but with Logan, it would be a piece of cake... or so I thought.
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-Carolyn
