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"Stop it!" I shouted as soon as I had stepped inside the door of my house. My brother's loud voice echoed around the living room followed by sounds of struggle from the kitchen. "STOP IT!" I repeated again.

The sound of fighting quieted down considerably as I rounded the corner.  My brother and his very best friend and partner in crime Joseph were holding onto each others' shirts and Joseph was hovering several inches above the linoleum kitchen tiles.

"God! Can you guys go without fighting for a day?" I asked, my arms unconsciously crossing.

"No." both of them replied simultaneously.

"Fine, whatever... suit yourself. Meanwhile, Troy can you come here?" I addressed my brother. He made puppy eyes at me. He's 15 but I swear he still is a 5 year old at heart, I shook my head at him as he shuffled closer.

As he reaches me, I tug on his shirt so he can bend down to my short height, his ear just about touching my nose.
"Please for the love of god, get your butt out of this room so I can do my homework.  If you don't listen to me then I'll tell mom and dad and they'll deal with you themselves when they come back." It was an empty threat because I was pretty sure that mom and dad wouldn't be back soon but it worked on a naive mind, AKA my brother.   I released his shirt and messed up his hair as he nodded quickly and frowned, taking Joseph by the arm and dragging him out of the house all the while flashing me a wicked grin as he went.

I shook my head to myself, a triumphant smile forming and grabbed a dark chocolate granola bar from the snack cupboard in our house. I ripped open the wrapping and started munching quickly. I was ravenous and chocolate always made a stressing day at school better.  As I rounded the shiny dining room table and made my way to the center seat a knock on the door punctuated the silence. I sighed, hoping it wasn't Troy coming back again for money. I didn't have any money on me as of now and I absolutely detested Troy when he pulled the sad card on me. It made me feel hella guilty. Bracing myself for the puppy eyes I opened the door.

"What now, Troy?" I whined, crumbs of granola bar still scattered on my face.

When I realised who it was my eyes widened to the point where I probably looked like a dying duck. There he was. In his fine blonde haired, blue eyed glory. Davie, someone I'd rather not think about my history with. My cheeks reddened (probably flashing him a face full of red tinge) and my hands shook. I had to calm down. Rubbing the crumbs off of my face I tried something that looked remotely like a smile. Well at least I hoped it did. I bit my lip, tasting blood and instantly moved my hand up to my mouth, covering the small cut and a definite sign of weakness.

"Hi?" Davie greeted.  I was glad that he looked as uncomfortable as I felt as well.

"Oh-ummm.....hello..." Why did I always have to be a stuttering mess around this guy? Provided I wasn't already a stuttering mess all the time. I had to be steady and firm. I had to be angry.  It was what was justified for me to do.

"Right...So here are some papers from my aunt for you. She said that you probably needed it for some kind of extra assignment. Extra credit maybe? I'm not sure." He handed me a stack of stapled papers and I took it, examining them.

Davie's aunt is Mrs.  Juliana, just the right amount of awkward to throw me slightly off of the game.  Never mind, there was no game to play anyway. I threw the stack of papers quickly on the table behind me. My hands were shaky enough, I didn't want him to pick up on it if the papers slipped out of my grasp and he'd know that I was still thinking back to the past.

"So...I'll see you later?" Davie asked, his eyes roving around and stopping momentarily to take a close look at me.  I squirmed under his attention and put a hand protectively on the door, almost keeping them from gesturing him out.

"Yes...I'll....I'll see you later." I nodded quickly and closed the door, leaning against it and breathing quite heavily. I hated it.  I hated all of it.  Why was I like this? I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down and winced as they came out shallow and shaky.  If I couldn't control my thoughts of my history then it was a definite that I wouldn't be able to control myself around him.

"OUCH! UGH!" The sturdy surface that I was leaning against was abruptly pulled open from behind me and I stumbled into something that felt like a concrete wall except considerably softer, if there ever was such a thing. "WHAT THE-"

"Now, we don't want to say any swear words do we?" That voice sounded kind of familiar. I braced myself and turned around, mouth gaping open in surprise as I saw Logan standing quite casually in the doorway, I'd fallen into him.  Of course.

"Falling into me as well? You are quite the klutz," he remarked dryly before pushing past me into MY house. I cleared my throat. He barely looked at me.

"My house." I said gesturing around me and trying hard not to tremble. He raised an eyebrow. "Get out." I stated and pointed to the open door.  Being crushed as easily as he could do to a soda can was a risk I was willing to take if he didn't step into the house.

"I'd much rather stay here." He replied and smirked. SMIRKED.

"Okay. I don't get what you're doing at my house but you better start running before I smack you upside the head with my textbook. You hear me? So get out of here!" I brandished a thick biology textbook over my shoulder and tried to twist my face into a menacing smile.  HOMEWORK TIME WAS VERY IMPORTANT, THANKYOUVERYMUCH.  

He didn't flinch.

"Didn't know that the nerd would be this violent." Logan snatched my granola bar off the table and bit into the uneaten side, chewing with a thoughtful look on his face.

"MY FOOD YOU HEAR ME?" My voice raised an octave.  My granola bar and I were best friends. He couldn't eat my friend.  

He shrugged and took another bite. Logan's obviously crazy. Who is he to barge into my house, eat food and say stuff in that oh so casual voice?  Plus...as I sniffed the air I could swear that I got the smell of cigarette smoke.  I almost coughed but stopped myself in time.  The bad boy didn't have to know that I hated the smell or else he'd just use it as another way to get under my skin.

Maybe I should call the cops on him. That was a good idea. I reached for my phone in the pocket of my jeans and held it up for him to see, maybe a bit too close to his beautiful eyes.

"I'm calling the cops on you!" I pressed the power on button defiantly, wishing that I didn't have to wait so long for it to turn on.  Oh well, dramatic silence was good.  And while I wasn't exactly sure on what terms to call the police on Logan for,  I was still fairly confident that I could scare him off.  I wasn't a lawyer, okay?

"Okay! Okay! I just came by to tell you that I'm your partner for the English project." He held his hands up and quickly made his way to the door, smirk still glued onto his chiseled face.

"English project? What English project?"

"You really don't listen do you?" He shook his head at me. A corner of his lips playing up in a smile. "There's a project coming up on making a poster, movie etc. on analysing the book." He raised an eyebrow as if tell me that if he had listened, why hadn't I?

"Oh?" I put down my phone and the textbook, reaching for the stapled packet that Davie had given me earlier. I opened it up to the first page and stared at the assignment. Logan was right, and his name was emblazoned on the back in Ms. Juliana's elegant cursive script.  I let out a strangled scream as I realised my dreams of getting into university could be crushed, the project counted for like 15% of my final grade.

Relax. I needed to relax.

"Did you read the first part of the book yet?" I asked, praying for a yes.

"No." Logan shook his head and coughed back a laugh at my astonished expression.  Of course Logan wouldn't have cared.  Weren't bad boys not supposed to care about English finals?

"Well my grade hangs in the balance here, Logan.  It'd....It'd be good if you read it?" No, my voice was too soft for that to get across into his thick skull.

"You HAVE to read it." Now that was better.  I raised a hand to pat myself on the back before I stopped myself and made do by crossing my arms and glaring at him.

He raised both of his eyebrows at me and slowly backed out of the door, running a hand through his hair as he went and drawing out a cigarette from his pocket to light.  I turned away and pushed the door closed with my foot.  

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