Chapter 14

**Logan**

I look at Scott and Carl and see them both looking at me. I only want to know why she told me not to talk to her; did she remember the kiss we shared? I frown and rub my face. "I'm gonna go out," I say, standing up.

"Where?" Carl ask.

"Well, she has no clothes to wear, and that dress is a little revealing," I state.

"I'll go." He says, getting up. "She knows you, and it'll be weird for her to come out of the shower and see two people she doesn't know," he states.

"She knows you," Scott says. "She knows you very well," he adds. Carl smirks and bites his bottom lip. I feel like punching him in the face until he can't smirk. He notices I'm angry and quickly looks down at his feet.

"So I'll go," Carl says

"You'll have to get her everything," I state. He nods. "So shoes and underwear, "I clarify. He nods with a roll of his eyes. I walk into my bedroom to get my wallet and hand him some money. "That should be enough, shouldn't it?" I ask, and he nods slightly. I look at her shoes; she's a size 10.5," his eyes widen slightly. I chuckle and watch him walk out, putting his jacket on.

~*~

She is still in the shower when Carl returns. Carl told me he had a woman helping him, and he loved the underwear store. He thought he had died and went to heaven as a girl who worked there was telling him what she'd wear.

"Ok, Carl, I think I've heard enough," I say, shutting him up. He smirks, raises his eyebrows and leans back.

"I got her number, too," he says proudly.

"Do you ever stop being on the pull?" Scott asks.

"Do you even need to ask him that?" I ask, looking at them. They chuckle and start watching T.V. I hear the door to the bathroom unlock, and then she walks out. I can't stop my head from turning to look at her, and it seems the other two can't either.

The towel stops just above her knees. I'm no expert in makeup, but it should have come off in the shower. Her foundation is still on, and it just makes what she said to me last night worry me more. Does her dad beat her? And if he does, should I tell someone, given the circumstances on how I’ve found out?

She moves her wet hair out of her face and then looks at me. She gives me a small smile. God, she looks hot. Her body is glistening with water and I suddenly got an image of what she would like glistening with sweat over me. I quickly look away from her and frown, shaking my head. That image shouldn't have come into my head, and I should have a shower now...a cold one.

"Did you just have a dirty thought about her?" Scott asks me with a smirk. I shake my head quickly.

"I know I did," Carl says with a slight smirk and then frowns. "I really shouldn't have. She's 17, Carl. Don't ever do it again," he says to himself. "don't ever do it again," he says again to himself. Scott chuckles.

"I'm not going to lie, I did too," Scott says and then turns to look at me. "and you can't say you didn't when you have the hots for her anyway, and well, I did see the flush you got," I sigh and admit that I did. Carl frowns at me and Scott chuckles at me for having one because he is right.

My bedroom door opens, and she walks out still in her towel. "I just remembered I don't have clothes," she says, looking at us. I look her up and down and pat Scott to tell her we’ve bought her clothes as I couldn't help but watch her. Her hair is damp now so she had taken the towel off her body to dry her hair. The thought of her being naked in my room turns me on.

"You bought me clothes?" she asks, looking at me. I nod slightly. "if I wasn't embarrassed and in a towel and my hair wasn't soaking, I would probably hug you, but I am, so I'm not going to," and she walked back into my room.

"Oh god," I say, getting up. I need to stop with these thoughts. She’s off-limits. "Carl," I say, getting his attention. He looks at me, slightly surprised by my sudden calmness. "what kind of clothes did you get her?" I ask.

"I got her a tracksuit," he states. I frown and rub my face. The last time she was in a tracksuit, I couldn't help but look at her bum. It looked so good. "Why?"

"You'll see," I state.

"Can I ask you all something?" I hear her voice echo through the room. We all look at her. "Did you think I'd pole dance in front of you all?" she asks. My eyes widen and I look at Carl.

"What do you mean?" I ask. She walks out, holding something white in her hand.

"Luckily, someone bought me two pairs of underwear, or I'd be going commando seen as one pair is very provocative and well, I'm a French knickers kind of girl, so this piece of string I would never wear," she says holding up a white lace thong.

"How am I supposed to know what kind of underwear you wear?" Carl suddenly says, "The woman in the shop just gave me them both and said, 'she'll like either one', so don't blame me," he says, huffing a little. She smirks and sits down.

"It's fine, but you may want to keep them," she says, handing them to him. "I'm glad you got me a jumper, though, and well, I haven't got this one," she says, referring to the tracksuit.

"How many do you have?" I ask

"I have the dark blue one, black one, dark grey one, dark red one and white one," she says with a small smile. "I like the sneakers too,"

"Are you hungry?" I ask, sitting down. I look at her and see she is wearing mascara now. She looks different without all the eyeliner. "I'll make you something if you are," she shakes her head slowly with a small smile.

"I'm wondering, though, do you have a brush?" she asks nervously. I nod and get up. She follows me into my room and stands quietly behind me.

"I have a brush and a comb", I say, taking them out of the drawer and putting them on the dresser.

Megan

Mr Peters stands in front of me smiling a little and I still feel embarrassed by the fact I had kissed him and that I had woken up in his bed. What made me more embarrassed is that he is stood in front of me topless and I swear if he gives me another smile I'm actually going to faint.

"Megan," the blonde guy says that startled me. I look at him and gave him a small smile "do you remember anything from last night?" he asks. I frown slightly "I'm Scott by the way," he states.

"Yes I do," I say "Well some parts," I state. They all give me look that says 'What? What do you remember?' I sigh and start to tell them what I remember. "I remember going out and everything up to when I'm arguing with Melanie and Yasmin," I pause, "and then I remember them leaving me and I remember you," I say pointing to Carl. He smirks slightly "and I remember having ago at you," I point to Mr Peters as I say that. They both look at him "I am sorry for that Mr Peters from what I can remember I said some nasty things to you," I say looking down at my lap. I hear him chuckle slightly.

"It's ok I've had a lot worse said to me and call me Logan,"

"Sorry,"

"Stop saying sorry,"

"Sorry. I mean err I apologise," I say with a small smile. They chuckle at me and I look down at my lap. I felt in trouble for some reason but then again I had kissed the guy he is probably really angry over that as he could lose his job. My phone started to vibrate on the table. I picked it up and look at it and it says Dad.

I press the button straight away and answer it "Hi dad," I say quietly but they hear and slowly go quiet.

"Where are you sweetheart?" he asks. My eyes widened a little and I take the phone from my ear and look at the time on the phone. It is half 11 and I put my phone back to my ear.

"I'm at Melanie's," I say and look at the others to see them looking at each other "why? Do you want me to come home?" I ask.

"No, no I'm just wondering because I thought you were going shopping today,,"

"Err yeah I am. Your off into work today aren't you?" I ask

"I'm at work now" he states.

"Oh well I'll see you Sunday and I'll phone you tonight so you know I'm ok,"

"Ok sweetheart. Cya love you,"

"Love you too dad," and then take the phone from my ear and look at the three men in front of me. They give me a small smile each and turn their attention to the T.V. "I also remember something else," and that catches their attention "I remember sitting with you and Melanie telling me my dad is there or something and the next thing I know im getting dragged somewhere but I don't remember who by," I then paused and tried to make it look like I don't remember "or is that a dream," I say putting my finger to my lips "yeah it is a dream because I'm getting dragged away by Orlando Bloom my how I wouldn't give to get dragged away by him" They chuckled slightly and it seemed they believed me. I smile to myself.

"C'mon, I think you should have something to eat," Logan says getting up. I got up and followed him "what would you like?"

"Anything," I answer. I always says anything when I get asked that question as whatever I do say is always wrong. It ends up with me getting forced to eat what I ask for until I'm either sick or begging for no more "I'll have whatever you make," I mumble playing with the bottom of my sleeve. I hear him sigh slightly and I look at him to see him looking a little annoyed "I mean urm," I don't know what to say.

"I'll tell you what," he says looking at me with a smile "you can make whatever you like,"

"Anything?" I ask. He nods "and you won't get angry at me?" I ask. He frowns and shakes his head.

"Why would I get angry at you?" he asks. I don't say anything but I swear I can hear the other two listening "can you cook?" he asks with his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah I can cook it's just," I look down and then up at him "I'm not really allowed to," he gives me a worried look. "I'm accident prone," I say quickly trying to get that worried look off his face yet it doesn't go.

"Well how about I watch you and make sure we don't have any accidents?" he asks. I nod a little "plus you need to know where everything is," I nod and start to cook myself a bacon sandwich.