Chapter 11: Seven Days To Know

Logan’s Point of View

I stormed out of the gym, ignoring that the tank top I was wearing was soaking wet with sweat, looking for Dorothy, and lucky for me, I met her in the hallway on her way to the cafeteria.

She was with her two minions, Sandra and Juniper. God, they were ridiculous, all fake, plastic, and reeked of suffocating perfumes. They squealed in surprise as soon as they saw me, but I wasn’t interested in all their bullshit.

“Hey!” I muttered before I grabbed Dorothy’s arm, dragging her along with me through the hallway. The other two girls seemed very confused, but I didn’t care. I reached the empty locker room, and I slammed Dorothy against the wall.

She had an inviting look on her face, her blue eyes narrowed seductively at me, her pearl white teeth caught the skin of her bottom lip provocatively.

“This is new,” She muttered, wriggling her eyebrows. “You’re not the type of person to drag a lady off or slam them against walls.”

“The video…” I started in a calm voice. “Did you send it to the principal?”

Her eyebrows shot up almost immediately, and she grabbed me by the front of the tank top I was wearing, ignoring the sweat—she pressed her body against mine, and I unhanded her almost immediately.

Trying to get her off of me.

“Yes, I did it for you.” She grinned at me, “If I put that bitch in her place, and she is out of this school finally, then you can focus on more important things.”

‘Important things’ means her, I rolled my eyes. I don’t know how many times I have to tell her I don’t like her before she grasps things.

“I told you to delete the video.” I reminded her.

“Really? I thought you were joking.” She pouted.

“She insulted you by suspending you; no one has any right to suspend you—no matter what you do.” Her fingers went up to my hair, threading through it softly, and I just stared down at her. “I wanted to make her pay, and unless she is removed from the position of committee president, you’re bound to go through more insulting things.”

I grabbed hold of her hands and pull it from my hair.

“I will remove her from her position on my own terms,” I said.

“Are you mad?” She asked, holding up my face. “I only did it because I wanted you to be happy, and since there is no one here, why don’t you give me a reward?”

She pressed her knees in between my legs, her fingers slid down my chest, going towards the zipper of my pants. I grabbed her hands before she could do something stupid.

“Stop,” I growled in between clenched teeth, before I stepped away from her. “You should go back to your friends. I’m sure they are worried about you.”

“They are not,” She stopped me before I could exit the locker room. “They know I’m with you, and you know what I want.”

“Break time is almost over—” She interrupted me almost immediately.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” She reached for me, hugging me from behind, her fingers tweaking my nipples. “I’m not saying you should make me your girlfriend; I just want you to fuck me.”

“I have told you before, Dorothy,” I muttered, grabbing her hands from my chest, and turning to face her once more, this time my fingers in her hair, taking a few strands in between my fingers, testing it out. “You’re not my type. I don’t fuck blonde girls.”

Before I could leave, she caught my arms, pulling me even closer to herself. Why won’t this girl just get it through her thick skull already that I wasn’t going to fuck her?

“I’m going to get rid of Dawn for you.” She promised. “I’m going to make her so frustrated that she is going to abandon her position as committee president.”

“Um, that’s a tempting offer.” I leaned in. “But what makes you think I can't do all that by myself?”

“I know you don’t like to dirty your hands, so I’m going to do the dirty work for you, if you just let me.” She begged again, her pretty blue eyes pleading with me.

I had a specific type of girl that I’m attracted to, and Dorothy isn’t it.

“But I’m still not going to fuck you,” I assured her. The look on her face dropped, and disappointment clouded her eyes. I allowed her to parade herself around me like she owned the place, marking her territory, but there was one thing that had always been clear.

No sexual attraction, not even a little bit.

I was certain my dick would have no reaction even if she were naked with her legs spread wide open before me.

“However, if you’re willing to settle for a kiss,” I suggested, and her eyes widened.

“You would kiss me.”

“French kiss.” To make it even better, she smiled, reaching for my neck, while I pushed her away from me almost immediately.

“That’s if you can make Dawn quit her position as president by the end of the week.” I needed to do everything within my power to ensure that I wouldn’t write that silly little apology letter. “And I’m going to officially announce that you’re my girlfriend.”

That’s everything she had ever wanted: the power that comes with being queen bee and being involved with the top squad. She might be number 2 on the hierarchy, but there would be a new sense of respect people would give to her when they realized she shouldn’t be messed with because number 1 supports her.

Her eyes widened almost immediately, staring at me with pure joy.

“You’re not lying, right?” She queried. “You’re seriously going to tell everyone.”

People never really took our relationship seriously because they never really heard it from me, and sometimes she feels insecure because I might have eyes for some of those other ladies, and her bluff would be called.

“You have seven days to find out.”