Old Author's note:

Okay...okay....I've gotta stop hyperventilating now...you guys are just awesome.  Thank you so much for the constant encouragement.  <3.  Soo...I kinda forgot the discussion questions in the chapter before so here you go:

-What did you guys think of Davie? yay or nay?

-Any suggestions of dares? (the list is pretty much open for suggestions so....)

-How are you finding the chapters? do you want it to be more long or just leave it the way it is (around only 1000 words a chapter)

So...Thank you very much for all your constant support.  Have fun people!

Uniquent.

P.S: The text message picture format was inspired by another author who was using it and so I decided to try using it myself.  I hope you guys like it!

New Authors Note:
Just finished editing this chapter and adding more of Logan's personality into it! I hope you enjoy :)

As soon as I got home from Zoe's house I raced up the stairs to my bedroom, flopping onto my bed and proceeding to close my eyes, hoping for sweet sweet sleep.  I was already way too tired to think about my plan for all those dares and not to mention, I was totally exhausted from today's events.  My cell phone buzzed with a text just as I was dropping off and I groaned as I reached over to check the screen.

Wait...Logan's outside at 12:11am? I checked the time again on the alarm clock standing next to my bed and decided soundly that this guy was obviously a psychopath. I was going to go back to sleep,  banishing away all thoughts of him. My eyes closed of their own accord and I tried to will my fretful mind back into submission.  But as I turned around, twisting the sheets around me I thought of the message.  Finally, when I could sleep no longer I picked my phone back up again and started typing out a text.

I raised my hand to my mouth. Breaking in?! He would startle my brother not to mention do damage to the house which was currently under my care.  I threw open my bedroom door and quickly start to run downstairs, trying not to create a ruckus as I did so.  What did he want with me? Did his bad boy attitude actually cover the craziness hiding underneath? And lastly, the question that bugged my mind the most: Was I going to go out and get sawed in half? I shook my head at myself, shooing away all the bad thoughts before unlocking the front door. My eyes were half open as I stepped aside to let him in and I'm certain that in that moment I probably wasn't thinking straight.

Logan walked inside quite casually and I gestured for him to follow me up the stairs.  As we reached my room I fell back on my bed and got up to lock the door before it hit me.  Boy.  Bedroom.  Oh god.  Oh no.  What had I done?!

I was stupid when sleepy and this was the very epitome of a not ideal situation.  When had I gotten so dumb? I lifted a fist to my head and knocked on it sharply. I had to wake up.

"You gotta go!" I whispered urgently.

"Why? It's the next day already...Midnight? and I'm done reading the first part so let's get to work analyzing it." Logan sat down at my desk and waited for me to respond. His fingers started to crawl across the tabletop, curiously and quite rudely dismantling my pencil cup by pulling out all of the pens stored in it.

"My brother is in this house you idiot! He's going to tell me parents that I had a boy over for the day and my parents are going to freak out and-"

"It's okay.  Just work. They won't know. Trust me, I have a lot of experience running away from enraged parents." He winked at me before walking over to my backpack and digging through it to find a stray pencil.  After a momentary pause he produced a piece of paper.  And my chocolate bar.

"Hey! That's mine!" I reached for it but he held it over his head and therefore out of reach.  Why did he have to be so tall? "Fine.  Take it." He always seemed to get his way. The spoiled brat. 

Logan cracked the chocolate bar in half and handed one of the halves to me before taking the other half for himself.  I nibbled on it and started to scribble down some of my ideas on notepaper.  I thought of my parents and their reaction if they knew I had a boy in the house.  Probably not a good one.  As much as they didn't care for me and as much as I wasn't the prime inheritor of their company (it was my brother, as per their patriarchal minds) they didn't want my reputation tarnishing their company and so having a boy over at the house...God they would cut my already small budget (and whatever was left of my inheritance) in half and pull my brother out of the house, leaving me to suffer all alone for tarnishing their stupid reputation.

"What's this, love?" Logan's deep and scratchy voice broke the anxious silence we were holding.  I whipped my head around to see Logan holding the dare list that Zoe gave me yesterday, watching in horror as he read out loud: "Zoe's list of dares for Clara, the bestest friend...Number 1-"

"NOOOOO!" I leapt for him, trying to snatch the paper out of his hand and neatly tackling him onto the floor.  I was awesome, no words for it. Tackling a buff guy? Zoe would be proud of my superior upper arm strength. But those thoughts quickly fled my mind as I realized what I had done. 

I was lying on top of Logan, staring into his 3 colour changing eyes and already trying hard to keep my breathing steady.  This was not eased by seeing that he had a cute smattering of freckles across his nose.  I really needed to stop thinking about this guy.  He looked back at me, his eyes boring into mine and my cheeks heated up in response.

This was cliched, very, in fact. Gathering myself together, I got up quickly and frowned as I moved away from him.  I had smelled the alcohol on his breath and looking back on his previous words, I've come to the conclusion that he was drunk.  I heard a chuckle and some rustling as I closed my eyes in embarrassment.  I was housing a drunk bad boy.

"Number 1: Date a bad boy," He read out loud.  Oh. "What is this?" He scanned the rest of the list, his face a mask of playful intrigue.

"Not your business." I answered shortly trying to keep myself from launching out of the window and falling to my humiliating but well suited death of embarrassment.

"2. Sleep in your backyard with at least 1 more person under a star filled night 3.  Buy 10 vintage items -"

"Okay stop! I can read, you know? You don't have to read it to me. That's Zoe, my best friend, she's the one who wrote it since she's moving away. She wants me to be braver and to be happy with my life once she's gone, as I'm obviously not that social.  I don't even know...I don't even know if I should do it or not." I confessed, my words slipping out of my mouth in a blur.  I grabbed the piece of paper from Logan and stuck it into my cupboard door back where it belonged as he cocked his head at me.

"Why not try the first one? You're smart and pretty enough, you could hook any danger boys if you had the flirting down. Let them corrupt you." Logan smirked, the moon from outside my window casting shadows across a small bit of stubble on his chin. His eyes were glazed over.

"Look, I don't need a bad boy to 'corrupt' me or whatever. I don't need any boy. Relationships just make life all the more harder...it's too much fuss." I announced, quite flustered with the boy standing in front of me.

"Goody two shoes." He retorted, much like a child would.

"Okay then! How many girlfriends have you had? Like you know anything about the impacts of relationships on life!"

"Tons." He smirked again.

"Name them." I didn't believe him.  I had never seen him with a girl ever before and I didn't expect him to be in a relationship with one either.  He was a mysterious bacteria to us females.  He knew nothing about relationships, knowing only of the world of Tinder hookups or night club outings. He wouldn't bother to remember any girl toy the school saw hanging off of his arm.

"No." His voice was hard and I flinched, unknowingly.

"You don't have any! You wouldn't know about being in a relationship!" I jumped into my bed and pulled the covers over my head.  I was done talking and sleepy, I just needed out of this nightmare.  I needed out of looking at him and regarding just how badly everything could go with this boy. There was silence so I reached over to my bedside table and snapped off the lamp. 

"Turn off the main light would you? And get out of my room,  I'm done studying considering you probably didn't even read the chapters anyway. AND you're obviously drunk.  Thanks and good night!" I snuggled down deeper into my pillow, clutching a star cushion to my chest.  The overhead light blinked off but I didn't hear the sound of the door closing.  My eyebrow rose, imperceptibly.

"Would you believe it?" Logan was talking in a kind of calm dreamy like state, so quietly I almost missed some of his words. He was frowning at a picture of Zoe and I that I kept on my bedside table. What had happened to him? Had he finally gone bonkers like I'd predicted? I opened an eye and looked over at where he was sitting at the end of my bed, staring at the stars out of the window. He was drunk...really drunk.  I was surprised I didn't notice it before.

"And she didn't get it.  She didn't get that I loved her to the moon and back, that she was a great friend or that I would gratefully stop being the mysterious bad boy and go straight to being a jock.  She didn't get that my scars came with me, that I couldn't change myself .  She didn't get anything." He was muttering under his breath but my ears picked up on his words and I could hear him quite clearly.  I opened another eye as he shifted on the bed and got up to go to the door. 

"And she left me, just like your best friend did." He turned back, his eyes glowing in the dark before he backed out of the room.