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It turned out that I was to be Logan's unofficial date to the party. Of course I expressed my discontent plainly but it seemed like he wanted to come along and watch me fail in social interactions, plus he still thought it was funny that I had thought that parties needed tickets or an invite. I had a suspicion that he came to hound me about it.

However, two hours later I found myself rolling my eyes at Troy's lame jokes and Logan's lame comebacks.  My nose was feeling fine now, Logan had come an hour earlier than he was supposed to and I was quite pleased that my brother and Logan were getting along so well...suspiciously so. I bit into my ice cream as I watched them, licking the cold cream from my lips and feeling the cold seep into my teeth. It was a bad habit that had earned me a lot of criticism but I just couldn't seem to kick it.

"Hey! Go and get dressed, Clara! You're wasting time." Logan shook my arm.  I yanked it away from his grasp, casting a dangerous look at him before throwing the ice cream cup in the kitchen trash and heading upstairs to my room.  Something about him had loosened my previously shy attitude and that had surprised me, so much so that I was acting way more not my usual self than ever.

"You need help picking out clothes." Logan chided, following behind me as I made my way up the stairs.

"I'll be fine." I responded, rolling my eyes as I reached the door of my room.

"Sure you will be," Logan scoffed and walked in.  I closed the door and opened the closet, stepping aside as he browsed through my clothes.

Weird much?

I startled as Logan started throwing an assortment of shirts, skirts, pants, dresses, and jackets onto my bed.  I looked through the items and wrinkled up my nose.  I winced, maybe my nose still did hurt a bit.

"These are the clothes my mom picks out for me...they're horrible and way too expensive, I don't think you'd find something suitable for a teen party in there." I complain, sifting through the options and coming up empty. 

Too short, too long, too elegant, too sparkly and way-way too sexy. I hold the latter dress up to Logan who waggles his eyebrows playfully at the risqué item.

"Seriously?" He pulls out another dress, one with a seriously deep neckline and a plunging back. He looks from the dress to me (or more specifically my body) and starts to chuckle. I could only imagine what he was thinking.

"I keep thinking that if you have these dresses then you should be sexy as hell outside of school but..." He lets his eyes look me over again and my skin burns under his gaze.

"Don't imagine anything. My mom bought those for me." I cross my arms over my chest and take a slight step away from his intensity.

"Interesting. Well, you should try them on some time, sweets. You'd look pretty cute." I felt the heat creeping up my cheeks and sent him a glare.

He was just trying to get me to react and as soon as I did he shot me a lopsided grin.

"It's all her fault I can't find something that I actually like to wear to the party." I flop down on my bed tiredly and look away.

"Choose." He states, gesturing towards the array of choices that he's laid out on my bed.  He shakes his head and steps out of the room. 

I look down at my choices and let out an exasperated sigh. So this is what people with a normal social life wear. I pick out a sleeveless floral dress that reached my knees, a short white cotton jacket to cover up as sleeves and a small light blue clutch with a chain and strappy white wedges in record time.  I decide to braid my hair in a fishtail, applying eyeliner and some dark eyeshadow as well as dabbing some pink lip gloss on my lips.   I finish up with a last swipe of gloss and blow myself an airkiss in the mirror, giggling and blushing immediately afterwards. I take one last look around my room before switching off the light and making my way downstairs.

Dressing up was worth Logan's reaction.  His jaw was almost to the ground and his eyes were wide as he watched me descend the stairs. Troy was laughing at Logan's reaction as well, looking quite at ease for a guy who had gotten in a fight earlier. He smiled proudly up at me. Bless him.

"Y-you look...nice." Logan smiled shyly at me while I raised my eyebrows at his abrupt change in personality.  However, in less than a second Logan had returned to his own arrogant self, bowing and holding out an arm for me to grab onto and pretending to fake a dramatic fainting.

"Coming mi'lady?" I smiled, hooked my arm through his and marched him to the door before yanking my arm out of his grasp and pushing him. 

"Childish behavior." I retorted as I looked to the side and smiled. My heels pounded on the sidewalk as I walked to an unfamiliar car that must belong to him.  It was a red Jaguar.  Sweet.  He chuckled at my delighted expression and clicked open the car doors.  I climbed into the shotgun seat and he climbed in the driver's seat.  He revved up the car and started to drive as I pulled my phone out of my clutch.

"Who're you texting?" Logan turned to look at me and I realized that he had changed into a sports jersey and basketball shorts earlier while I was fussing over my outfit choice.

"None of your business," I said sharply.  "Why are you wearing a jersey and sports shorts?"

"The party is a pre-game party.  I don't get the point of these but you know... I gotta keep up my rep." Since I didn't have a rep to keep up I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. I nodded along anyways.

"Don't you have a Harley or something?" I asked, glancing around at the luxurious leather seats and running my hand admiringly over the dashboard. Something about a nice car and it's various smooth curves made me slightly excited.

"You mean a motorcycle? No.  My sister doesn't allow me to ride one. It's a shame.  I could really fill the stereotype well."

"You have a sister?!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, 4 years older.  She's I dunno... 21?"

"That's weird...I always thought that you wouldn't ever bow down to a higher power." He laughed at this and I smiled secretly to myself, glad to have made someone happy.

"Tell me more about your family?" I pushed, maybe I could know a bit more about the mysterious Conners.

My question was met with an unearthly silence and I quickly changed the topic to something trivial.  It was obviously a tense subject for him.

Before long we had screeched to a stop in front of a house.  There were couples making out on the lawn, dozens of lights everywhere and a pulsating music thrumming through my ears.  Definitely the site of the aforementioned party.

"Ouch." I pulled at my earlobe.

"What?" Logan got out of the car to open the door on my side.  He's more of a gentleman than I thought. 

"The music's loud.  I want to go home and finish up my Calculus homework.  Bring me home." I pleaded, following him up the lawn. This was so not my place.  I didn't belong here.  Damn Zoe and her list.  And damn me for being so pliable.  He didn't reply but burst in through the door to loud cheers and screams.  Gosh, he's not a superstar.  No point to scream that loud.   I winced and with a deep breath, I plunged into the crowd after him.  He was laughing, slapping handshakes with his friends and downing the contents of various red solo cups.  Alcohol.  I needed to get out of here.  I was already at the party, wasn't I? I could cross it off the list now.  I looked back to the door, blocked by a bunch of sweaty, athletic gear clad boys.  Ewww.  Deciding to try to blend in more before finding my way out I grabbed a cup, filled it with beer from the tank and leaned against the wall swishing the liquid around.  No way was I drinking that.

Suddenly, an arm was slung around my shoulders and I turned around in surprise.  Grinning right into my face was the captain of the soccer team, boyfriend of the meanest queen bee in the school and king of the jocks, Samson Greene.

And he was looking straight into my eyes.

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