Make It Nasty

©AwardedEmmy

2012

‘Don’t talk to him… Unless he speaks first. Don’t ‘accidentally’ touch him. Don’t do anything except for look at him… Not in the creepy stalker-ish way, but he’s definitely going to look at you from time to time... And eye contact is key in seduction.’

Chapter 7

“Those shorts are a little short, Emery. Don’t you think?” Eden Johnson asked from behind the counter in the kitchen, the sizzling of the bacon on the stove lessening the tension in the kitchen considerably.

Emery shrugged as she leaned across the counter and towards her mother. “Not as short as the pageant dresses you used to make me wear. You know? The ones that my five year old butt cheeks would hang out of?” Emery countered, picking up a piece of bacon and snapping the crispy strip off in between her teeth and watching her mother’s eyes roll.

“I didn’t pick those out. Your coach did.” Eden replied calmly, not bothering to look her daughter in the eye as she flipped casually through a cook book.

Emery smirked, “Exactly.” She said, swallowing the bacon and watching her mother intently.

They shared the same amber eyes and height, five foot two. But when it came to hair Eden preferred her hair straight and chopped to right above her shoulder. The two could be twins, especially since Eden did everything in her power to keep herself looking young.    

Eden pressed her lips tightly together and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Whatever, eat your breakfast.” Eden demanded, turning to check the popping bacon on the flat stove. “Are you watching your calorie intake?”

“Nope.” Emery said, picking up another piece of bacon and watching her 120 pound mother at the stove. “Why should I?”

“We talked about this. If you want to be thin at your eighteenth birthday ball-,”

“I’m fine, besides that’s next March mom, and I’m not having one. So it doesn’t matter.”

Eden groaned inwardly. “I’m just saying that I don’t want you to look pudgy, and you won’t want it either, because whether you like it or not, you are having that ball.”

Emery rolled her eyes and dropped the bacon back down onto the plate. “If I’m not pudgy now, I doubt I’ll be ‘pudgy’ then. I’m going to get Darrell.” She said monotonously, turning to walk out of the kitchen in the direction of the stairs.

“And change your outfit, right?”

Emery paused and spoke over her shoulder, “Would you prefer that I wear my cargo shorts and sports jerseys?”

“You already know the answer to that, but the shorts make you look trashy.” Eden replied, “I raised you to be a lady, not that. Maybe, you could put on one of those nice skirts that I bought for you.”

Emery groaned deciding not to justify her mother with a response, as she walked out of the room as fast as she could. Her heart hammered in her chest rapidly as her feet carried her up the stairs and in the direction of Darrell’s room. The door was closed and locked, as usual, so Emery raised a fist and knocked.

Darrell opened the door shirtless with sleep in his eyes and Emery gasped as he rubbed his eyes, “Dude, what the hell? We have school today.” Emery spoke, surveying her brother’s sleep riddled features.

“I feel like shit.” He mumbled tiredly, opening his door wider and trailing back into his room.

Emery followed him in, “You look like hell.” She murmured. He sat back down on his queen sized mattress and shot Emery a miserable look. “Maybe mom poisoned you.”

“She wouldn’t do that... To me.” He said quietly, reclining and pulling the covers over him. “What’d she do already?”

“She was bitchin’ about my clothes.” Emery muttered rolling her eyes.

Darrell snorted a quiet laugh, groaning and closing his eyes, “She’s probably hella confused, Em. You made a-,”He paused and turned on his side to look at Emery, “Big change. I was.” He finished.

“It’s not a big deal, though. Is it?”

“Nah, it’s just weird. One day you wake up and it’s from cargos to short shorts.”

Emery got up and walked over to the mirror that hung on her brother’s bedroom wall and surveyed herself. Her dark hair was still straight, she wore a white shirt with a thick lace pattern that covered the upper part of her chest and back while a solid white covered the rest, she matched the shirt with a pair of dark denim jean shorts. On her wrists she work simple silver bangles that matched with the simple pair of sterling silver hoops in her ears, and a silver necklace with a cross on it was around her neck and fell mid-chest. On her feet were her red high-tops.

“Well, I’m feeling a little bit better.” He told her sitting up fully, “I went to bed like two hours ago.”

“Oh.” Emery said, smiling at Darrell, and crossing the room to sit on the bed. “Why did you stay up so late?”

“I was talking to this chick.”

“Oh really

“This fan.” He smiled and bit his lip before his cheeks cast a rosy tint.

Emery gasped, “Nah.”

“Ah.” Darrell said, grinning. “She lives in San Diego, so it’s not sexual or anything. But, God, she’s fucking beautiful, so I gave her my number. And she called, and so we’ve been Skyping and shit for the last few weeks.”

“Awwwww.” Emery cooed.

“I didn’t want to say too much about it, until me and her could hang out in person and stuff a few times, but I told you anyway, because I don’t like to keep secrets… Unlike someone.” He stated, sitting up further in his bed, and resting his back against his headboard.

Emery laughed nervously, and stared into her brothers light eyes. He obviously wanted the truth and it was evident that she wasn’t going to be able to hide it forever. Taking a deep breath she looked down at his navy blue comforter. “I’m going to tell you since you want to know so bad. But, what I am going to say, you're probably not going to like, but, fuck, you’ve been bugging me about it every day, so here it is. I like Logan. A lot."

It was quiet as Darrell stared at Emery for a second, and then a slow smile spread across his face and he burst out laughing, "Oh God, I knew it!"

“What?” That was definitely not what Emery was expecting, she didn’t smile. In fact she was void any emotions as she watched her now- healthy, looking brother clap his hands and double over laughing. “What?” She asked again.

He sat up and took a deep breath, “I knew it.” He said, shrugging. “But, what’s this gotta do with the clothes?”

“Everything. I thought if I made myself more attractive-,”

“You changed for a guy?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to look the part, if you’re already amazing. I mean yeah, short shorts are nice, but all you’d have to do is talk to him and stuff.”

Emery rolled her eyes, “So you’re not… mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because I’m like trying to get your best friends attention and you’re always like, ‘man, don’t wink at my sister.’ And when I think I’m finally making progress with him you’re like, ‘what’s going on here’. If you knew it then why did you always… cock block?”

“Cuz, it’s awkward seeing you guys all flirty and shit.” Darrell said, “He’s alright, though. But seriously, I don’t give a fuck about who you date or whatever.” He laughed, “I mean I do, but I just don’t want you to be taken advantage of again…” Darrell said, and then trailed off, giving his sister a sad smile.

Emery looked away and bit her lip uncomfortably before quietly replying, “I know that, I’m just glad you’re cool with it.”

“Want me to put in a good word?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows, slightly.

“No! I want to do this by myself.” Emery said, half smiling at her twin. “So, anyway, are you coming to school, cuz if not, I’m gonna need your car keys.”

“I’m just gonna stay here and relax.” Darrell placed his hands behind his head and leaned against his headboard, “Maybe catch some zzz’s. The keys are on my desk.” Darrell informed her.

“Thanks man.” Emery said, kissing her brothers forehead and getting off the bed to retrieve the keys to his mustang.

“Yeah. Tell mom I’m staying in, yeah?”

Emery groaned, “Ugh, why are you making me speak to her?” She said with conviction before leaving her brothers room and closing the door shut behind her.

Downstairs, Emery entered the kitchen to find her mother sitting at the kitchen counter, eating her eggs and bacon quietly, walking up to the counter, Emery snatched up her shoulder bag and cleared her throat. “Darrell’s staying home. He’s sick.” She said, and then quickly headed out to the driveway. While unlocking the car door, a familiar vibration was felt in her back pocket, so she hurried into the car, in order to read the text form Jimmy.

Closing the door to the Mustang, Emery threw her bag into the passenger seat and then turned on the iPhone.

-Morning!!!!!!!! :)

-Hey! What’s up?

Emery bit her lip and placed the phone in the passenger seat, turning on the car she buckled her seatbelt and then eased out of the garage and driveway. Her eyes surveyed the condition of Darrell’s car and she grinned. On the outside, it was a classic, but on the inside, Darrell had ripped the interior apart and gave it all of the features of a modern Mustang- motorized lock system and windows, better radio with the audio jack, it was an overall nice car, and not just because it was a classic.

Jimmy had replied to her while she was on her way to school, and it was unfortunate that she’d been blessed with all green lights. She had to wait until she parked Darrell’s Mustang in Freemont’s student parking lot to reply.

After the engine was cut, Emery reached for the phone in the passenger seat. Bit her lip in anxiousness as her finger hovered over the power button, she didn’t notice the dark figure standing next to the driver’s door, but the tap on the window made her aware as the phone fell into her lap. Looking up in surprise, Emery’s eye twitched in annoyance, as she pressed her lips together and commenced to putting the key back in the ignition so she could roll down the window.

“Yes?” She asked in pure aggravation, pressing the ‘lock’ button on the door without looking away from the kid in front of her who was teetering back and forth.

“Hey, I couldn’t help notice that Darrell wasn’t in the car, so I chanced coming over here.”

“Why exactly?” Emery asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I’d like to walk you to class, if that’s alright?” Justin managed to say, the way he looked down into the car caused his blue eyes to hood slightly making them darker.

Emery exhaled loudly, she wanted to say ‘no’, she only wanted to text Jimmy and float on cloud nine. She stared at him for five long seconds before rolling up the window and reaching for her bag in the passenger seat. “Fine.” She mumbled unappreciatively, as Justin opened the door for her. Getting out of the car, she relocked the doors, and then took a few steps back so Justin could slam the door closed. She cut her eyes at him, “Don’t slam that door. This is Darrell’s baby.” She informed him.

He chuckled lightly and rolled his eyes, “I’m sure.”

Emery frowned and looked his five foot nine frame up and down slowly. White Vans adorned his feet and the baseball tee with a light gray midsection and navy blue sleeves, hung loose on his lean torso and was paired with a simple pair of straight leg dark wash denim jeans. His short blond curls were slightly blowing on top of his head with the light breeze, and his narrow nose crinkled slightly as a smirk graced his bow shaped lips.

“You look nice today too. Now let’s go.” He said, turning, and holding up his elbow in hopes that Emery would loop hers through it.

Emery snorted as she walked past him, clutching Jimmy’s phone in her hands. “We aren’t on that level yet.” She said to him, a satisfied smirk coming onto her own face. “I refuse to touch you.”

“Aw, that’s too bad. You might actually like it.” He said catching up to her as they walked towards the tan building.

“Definitely maybe.” Emery responded sarcastically. Looking down at the phone, she finally pressed the power button and was able to read Jimmy’s message:

Yeah, sorry I didn’t text you yesterday. I don’t think we should talk 24/7, because we’d get bored easily, and I don’t want to get bored of you. ;)

Emery’s cheeks heated, as she went to reply, but Justin’s voice interrupted her mentally drafted reply. “Who are you texting?”

She rolled her eyes, “None of your business.” She grounded out.

He laughed, “My bad, baby. We should hang out this weekend?”

“No.”

“Come on. Why not?”

“Because to be one hundred percent honest, you, creep me the fuck out.”  Emery said honestly, biting her bottom lip as she stepped over a banana peel on the pavement. Her nose crinkled in disgust as she turned back to look at it, mentally scorning whoever thought it was a good idea to litter.

“What?! How?” He screeched looking down at her curiously.

“Yesterday, in the cafeteria. You walked right into when I had food in my hands. It wasn’t an accident, because you were looking right at me as you walked into me, and that was just weird. Too weird.”

“You’re right, it wasn’t an accident, but maybe I could’ve acted that whole thing out better. I wasn’t thinking, I just did it, because I wanted to talk to you.”  He said.

“Mmmhmm, I’m sure.”

“But, I’m serious.”

“Well you accomplished your task.”

“Yeah, and now you think I’m weird.”

Emery shrugged, “There’s always a downside.” She said stopping in front of the building that would lead to her first hour class.

Justin stopped too and smirked, “There doesn’t always have to be.” He said, stepping closer to her.

“I said we could be friends, take three steps back.” She said, holding up a hand.

Justin laughed and nodded, taking exactly three steps back. “This good.”

Emery bit her lip, “Nah, you’re still not far enough.” She said, hearing the bell ring, she smiled at him before turning to head into the building and away from Justin.

Sliding into her desk in English, Emery turned on the phone in her hands and quickly began to respond.

Lol, I don’t want to get bored either. :) Yeah, sorry it took me so long to reply, I got all green lights and then harassed by some dude.

After pressing the send button, she slid the phone into her lap, knowing that it was already on vibrate, she patiently waited for his response, and when it came in, she tuned out Mrs. McForester completely.

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Jimmy: Its aight. So, harassed you say… You must be pretty hot? Am I right?

Alisha: I guess… What’s your definition of hot??

Jimmy: Kim Kardashian. lol jk. I mean she’s hot, but not my type. I can’t really say, I think a lot of things are hot.

Alisha: Then I must be hot.

Jimmy: You must be… Yo, I’m trying to be careful and not get your phone taken away! O_o

Alisha: Yeah, be careful.

Jimmy: I will be. Admin would tear your phone apart and I’d get in trouble for the shit you got on here.

Alisha: What?! What’s on my phone?

Jimmy: You already know. ;)

Alisha: Actually, I don’t, help me out?

Jimmy: It hasn’t even been a week and you already forgot?

Alisha: You’re kidding.

Jimmy: You’re right. I am.

Alisha: I’m too good to have anything bad on my phone. Jokes on you.

Jimmy: …. So, you’re a good girl? Fuck.

Alisha: Haha, what?

Jimmy: That means you probably won’t ever send a few naughty pics? Haha.

Alisha: Probably not… To a stranger.

Jimmy: Don’t knock it, till you try it.

Alisha: I know you tried it. ;) haha.

Jimmy: OH GOD. YOUR EYES ARE PROBABLY RUINED.

Alisha: My eyes are fine, haaha.

Jimmy: Haha, good to know. Maybe when we meet you can see it in person. ;)

Alisha: Oh my God, ew. You are now on pedophile status.

Jimmy: I was kidding, but once you see me… You’ll probably want it. ;)

Alisha: Omg. Jimmy. Haha.

Jimmy: You’re in denial now, but I can change your mind. Tonight, imma call you up. ;)

Alisha: Ha, I won’t answer.

Jimmy: Yeah you will!!

Alisha: How do you figure that? Haha.

Jimmy: Cuz… you apologized for not texting me back immediately… You love talking to me. Haha.

Alisha: …

Jimmy: It’s alright. I love talking to you too. :)

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“Emery, care to explain to me the importance of chapter three.” Mrs. McForester asked from the front of the class.

Emery looked up from the iPhone in her hands and sighed. “The chapter with the turtle?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow. “It was just illustration of how difficult times were.” She said, referring to the third chapter in ‘The Grapes of Wrath’.

“Correct. I was just making sure your attention was where it should be.” Mrs. McForester said, forcing a smile on her aging face and then delving back into picking apart the famous book.

Emery rolled her eyes and returned to her conversation.

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Alisha: I notice you like to make assumptions.

Jimmy: Educated guesses, my dear.

Alisha: -__-

Jimmy: Not with the face. You know I hate the face.

Alisha: I know this kid and he made a lot of assumptions last night and I almost punched him.

Jimmy: Rape.

Alisha: Nah, not that serious.

Jimmy: I know this kid and he likes to eat spaghetti upside down.

Alisha: Bahahahhaa. You’re weird. Not as weird as this other kid I know. The one who is harassing me. Ugh.

Jimmy: What’s he like?

Alisha: I really can’t say… He likes me, but he’s kind of a player. Y’know? And he got my attention with something incredibly dumb, but he walked with me this morning, and he’s not too bad, he just didn’t start things off right with me, and he’s just weird.

Jimmy: Give him a chance. Sounds like he did something to catch your attention, now he obviously has it. So yeah.

Alisha: That’s what he said, but oh well because, I like someone else.

Jimmy: But does ‘someone else’ feel the same way? Don’t waste your time on ‘someone else’.

Alisha: Your points are valid.

Jimmy: Haha. Yeah. :) I give good advice. :)

Alisha: Yeah… I’ll have to think about it.

Jimmy: Of course you will, ha. Don’t rush it.

Alisha: Alright. :)

Jimmy: Lol. Ugh, group work. :(  I’ll text you back later, k?

Alisha: Kk. Bye.

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Emery bit her lip in consternation as she made her way across campus towards her science class. ‘Make It Nasty’ instructed her to basically steer clear of Logan, and she was already struggling. She knew when she entered Mr. Daze’s classroom, he’d be in his spot at the back of the classroom, looking as hot as ever, and she’d trip over her own two feet, and draw attention to herself which is what ‘Make It Nasty’ wants her to avoid.

Entering the science building, Emery’s footsteps quickened as she was anxious to see her man, and when she reached Mr. Daze’s classroom, she stood in the hall for a few seconds to catch her breath and then finally entered the classroom.

She wanted a quick peek, but found that stealing a glance would be impossible to do without going unnoticed, because Logan’s eyes were already on her. Emery felt his topaz gaze search her and she couldn’t help the flushness of her cheeks. He licked his bottom lip, and quirked an eyebrow as he watched her.

It took Emery a minute to realize that she’d stopped walking, and it took her a few seconds to send a sweet smile in Logan’s direction, and carry on swiftly to her seat.  Sitting down in the tall lab chair, Emery bit her lip as she looked at the wall next to her table, wondering if he was going to try and walk with her to class again.

It was a onetime thing, but Emery certainly wouldn’t mind being escorted to class by him for the rest of the year. She sighed heavily and began to unpack her binder to prepare for class. She’d cross that path when it came.

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Lunch had come around after what felt like decades, ultimately because Emery sat through every class waiting for a text from Jimmy, and being bummed because Logan had to stay behind in Mr. Daze’s class to talk about his grade, so as much as she wished they would’ve been able to walk to class together, they weren’t, and then their math teacher, didn’t allow seat swaps. So it seemed that her day was in favor of ‘Make It Nasty’s’ avoidance step. Chewing languidly on a tortilla chip from her nacho tray, Emery half listened to her friend’s conversation.

“End of the year party….. Denim shorts….. Next week… Beers, boys, and bikinis, Whaddup… Emery.”

“What?” Emery asked, peering at her friends over the gooey tortilla chip she was closely investigation for reasons unknown to her.

“We said you’re coming.” Trenise said, looking over at Emery briefly before returning to her own tray of nachos in front of her.

“Coming where? The end of the year party?” Emery asked, putting the chip into her mouth and then frowning.

“Yep.” Trenise said, popping the ‘p’.

“And we already know what you’re going to wear.” Chelsea added, smirking.

Emery rolled her eyes, “You sound like my mom.” She said grudgingly. “When is that anyway?”

“Like next week? I think. Anyways, you have to go. Logan’s hosting.” Trenise said.

Emery’s attention on the conversation grew stronger as she paid attention, “What?”

“Yeah, his relatives own a huge plot of land right off of the beach up north and it’s going to be a bon fire type thing…” Chelsea informed Emery. “And your brother will be performing…”

Emery nodded slowly about to reply when the table shook with an incoming person. “Talking about the end of the year party?”

Emery gritted her teeth, as Justin’s hand snaked around her shoulder. “Yes.”

“Emery’s brother is performing… He raps.”

Justin chuckled sarcastically, “Yeah. I know that.” He said arrogantly, like he knew everything, causing Emery to glare up at him.

“I was just letting you know.” Chelsea said defensively. “You’re kind of a jerk. Emery why is he here?”

“Because, Emery and I are now friends and I like to sit with friends.”

Chelsea rolled her eyes, “I was asking Emery.”

“My info is just as good.”

“Ya’ll need to stop. I am not in the mood to hear all that.” Emery said.

Trenise cleared her throat, “Anyways, only the junior class is invited.”

Emery sighed; she really didn’t care about the end of the year party. The only thing good about it was Logan.

Logan…

Emery’s eyes adverted towards the table where her absent brother usually sat, and she quickly searched for Logan. She bit down on her bottom lip, harder than expected, when her gaze met his.

He was already looking at her.

Again.

The distance at which they sat apart from each other was about twenty feet, yet the gaze they shared felt like they were standing right in front of each other. She could see his eyes searching hers, as he languidly reclined in the plastic lunch chair. It was hot. Emery’s cheeks heated quickly as he slowly licked his bottom lip and then smiled just a little, before slipping the wayfarers that were on his head down over his eyes. The direction of his head didn’t move, which could only mean that he changed his tactic, and had begun secretly looking at her through his glasses, only it wasn’t a secret, because Emery could feel his eyes on her.

“Someone’s flushed.” Trenise said, drawing Emery’s attention away from Logan. She turned to look at Trenise and then smile slightly.

“Because, I’m here.” Justin said cockily.

Emery flicked his arm off of her shoulder and stood up, “Not even.” She scoffed, picking up her bag and slipping it onto her shoulder, then getting her trash off of the table she sighed heavily.

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Emery made it to the student parking lot faster than usual, in hopes of escaping Justin Todesey, who seemed to have her on radar.

When she made it to the Mustang, she dug into one of the many pockets in her bag and felt nothing except a pen. Frowning, she took off the bag and placed it on the hood of the Mustang. Opening every pocket, she found dead end after dead end, the keys to Darrell’s mustang were not in her bag. Biting her lip as a thin sweat broke out on her forehead she looked at the asphalt under her feet, thinking maybe she dropped them.

“Dear Lord.” She mumbled, squatting down, and using her hand to support her as she scanned underneath the car. “Oh fuck.” She said, standing up, she hurried over to the other side of the car and bent over to peer into the window. “Fucking perfect.” She muttered, spotting the keys in the ignition.

Resting her head on the top of the car, she closed her eyes.

Darrell was going to kill her.

“You locked the keys in the car, huh?” Emery’s head shot up to find Logan standing on the other side of the car, his head resting on his crossed arms. An eyebrow was quirked and his topaz eyes dazzled in the California sun. Emery bit her lip and nodded slowly.  Logan smirked, “Come on, I’ll take you to your house to get the spare.” He said, standing to his full height and collecting Emery’s bag off the hood.

She followed behind him solemnly a few spaces over and waited by the passenger door of his Wrangler. Once the doors were unlocked and she was sitting next to Logan as he turned on the car and air conditioning, she said, “How could I have been so stupid?”

“It’s the company you keep.” He said, turning her head to the side and grinning at her lopsided. Her eyebrows knitted together as she waited for him to continue. “I saw you talking to Justin, you were lookin’ all distracted.” He said and Emery rolled her eyes, but he was right; she was distracted, by Justin and Jimmy. “Do you like him now or something?”

“Hell no!” She said rather loudly, “He’s so annoying. He followed me around all day, and ugh.”

“So you don’t like him for sure?”

“For sure.”

“Good.” He said, turning to look out of the front mirror, as he took his Jeep out of park, and began easing out of the space.

“Why good?” Emery asked, genuinely confused.

“The guys a douche. Spend enough time with him and you’ll soon see… But I don’t recommend any spending time with him at all.”

Emery laughed lightly, not fully into the conversation, her thoughts still on the fact that she was leaving Darrell’s baby in the high school parking lot. “It’d be easier if he would leave me alone.”

“Might be hard.” He said, and Emery frowned.

“Why?”

“Because—why are you questioning everything?”

“Your answers are vague. That’s why.” She said turning her head to look out of her passenger window.

“Lighten up, baby girl. Imma take you home so we can get the spare key… It’ll be in and out.” Logan joked reaching over and grasping Emery’s bare knee, and rocking it back and forth as he chuckled heartily.

Emery rolled her eyes, “Wow.” She said loudly, exaggerating the word, turning to him and grinning.

He smiled back before focusing on the road ahead of them, his hand had yet to move from her knee, and the heat of his palm was sending Emery’s senses into overdrive.

They drove quietly for a few minutes and Emery watched as the city passed by, until everything registered. “Logan…?”

“Yes, I kidnapped you.” He sighed loudly and turned to look at Emery as he sped down the street.

Emery groaned, “Why?” She asked, not being able to hide the giddy grin that spread across her face.

“Because, I had fun with you yesterday, and I wanted to have some more fun today. Is that a problem?” He replied, smiling widely as he turned his head back forward.

“Not at all.” Emery bit her lip as she looked down at her lap. “But I have a curfew, though.”

“Four. I know.” He said, and smirked slightly. “So, where do you want to go?”

Emery sighed heavily. “I don’t know. You kidnapped me, you decide.”

“Right.” Logan said, sucking his teeth, loudly and tapping the wheel of his Wrangler. “Where does a kidnapper take his prey?”

“To his house.” Emery suggested.

Logan laughed, “Nah, only if he wants to rape her.”

“Not true. He could take her there for ransom or something, and never touch her.”

“… Very true.” His hand slid up her thigh a little, and he squeezed lightly, “But, if you were the girl I kidnapped, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off…” He trailed off, “Just saying.” He added on an honest note.

Emery blushed and looked down at his hand and whispered, “I can tell.”

“Can you? Am I that obvious?” He asked, grinning. “But seriously, I’ll take you to my crib.”

“Your crib?” Emery scoffed, “What the hell?”

“Would you prefer I call it my crack spot? Or my humble abode? What about my teepee, my adobe, my castle, my dwelling, my joint, my house, my kennel, my palace, my place of residence, mi casa…” He trailed off, and turned to grin at Emery in the passenger seat.

“Call it whatever.” She said shaking her head while toying with the tassels on her bag nervously.

“Aight, let’s go to my whatever.” He said simply.

“So you can ravish me?” Emery questioned flirtatiously, looking up from her lap and at Logan’s profile.

“Duh.”

Emery giggled and bit down on her lip as she quirked an eyebrow. “Really now?”

“Only if you beg.”

The tension in the car became outstandingly heavy as Emery shifted in her seat and surveyed Logan. She wouldn’t mind begging to be ravished, because he was looking particularly handsome. He was wearing a black tank-top with blue and grey stripes, dark skinny jeans, white Vans, and his black wayfarers. His studded earring glittered in the sunshine that shone through the cars window, and his chestnut hair was messy again. He licked his lips, as Emery looked from his muscular torso, beautifully sculpted biceps; down to the masculine hand that was still gripping her thigh a silver band accented his thumb. It was in that moment that she didn’t just feel the warmth that radiated from his hand, but she also began to feel the roughness and the callousness of his palm. His hands weren’t soft and that simple fact was turning her on… That and the fact that his hand was still unmoving on her thigh, sending relentless tingles up and down her spine.

Emery’s gaze lifted as she felt the car begin to slow down and she peered out of the window.

“Ah, home sweet home.” Logan said, “Like my dog house, my castle, my dwelling, my-,”

“Logan, I get it.” Emery said, frowning a little as she looked at the house in front of her, “No offense, isn’t this a little small for your parents??”

“Baby girl, I moved out.” He said, grinning and jumping out of the Jeep.

Emery opened her door and grabbed her bag. “What?”

“Well, I figured that if I was going to be on my own, I might as well be somewhere that I like.” He said honestly.

Emery nodded as she closed her door and walked up to Logan who waited at the top of the driveway grinning. “Why didn’t you like your parents house?”

“Want the truth?” Logan asked, throwing his arm around Emery’s shoulder as she met him.

“Yes please.”

“Well, I don’t want to sound like a little bitch, but that house was fucking scary. I was always there by myself- actually I had a nanny, but she was a bitch, so she doesn’t count… There were ten bedrooms- the place was huge. I didn’t need all of that space. So I asked my parents to get me a little casa, and now I’m a free man.”

“And they just pay for their son to live alone?” Emery asked.

“Yep.” He said, leading her towards an iron gate with circular designs. “If you want to escape your mom, you can be my roommate.” He said smugly.

Emery laughed, “Don’t tease me like that. You know I’ll accept.”

“What if I was serious?”

Emery bit her lip, as he unlocked the gate, with his keys. “Well are you?” Emery questioned, after watching him open the gate, walk in, and wait for her, and then close it, lock it and proceed to the front door.

After inserting his key into the front door he looked at her and grinned, “I don’t know. Am I?” He teased.

Emery pursed her lips and rested her body against the glass of his front door. “What is that our inside joke now?”

“I don’t know. Is it?” Logan said his face completely straight, and then he snickered as he opened the front door. “I’ll never get tired of saying it, so yeah.” He paused with one foot in the door, causing Emery to bump into his solid figure. Looking into her eyes he grinned, “We’ve got an inside joke.” Emery bit her lip as Logan’s arm snaked around her waist and drew her closer into him. “Would you like a tour before or after I ravish you?” He asked cocking his head to the side and lifting an eyebrow.

Emery sighed, “What sounds good to you?” She asked, leaning into him slightly and grinning slightly. With his free hand, Logan poked her dimples.

“Tour first, ravishing second.” He replied.

Emery nodded and then giggled, “Ravish.”

“I know it’s a funny word.” He said, and then pulled her in, “So, you see here we have the foya’.” He said in a British accent.

Emery smiled and looked around. “Nice. Nice.” She said, noticing the ‘foya’ was completely empty save a huge mirror on the wall and black wood floors.

“You’re lying, this shit sucks. Onward.” He said walking forward with her, “And here we have the living space.” He said once again in a British accent.

Emery looked around, “I like this one.” She said, looking at the white furniture with black pillows thrown on it, and the eighty inch TV on the wall.

“I like it too.” He said, sighing loudly.

“Because of the TV.”

“Exactly.” He said, “To the kitchen, I’m quite starved.”

They walked to the kitchen where Logan released Emery and walked over to the fridge, dropping his keys on the counter. Opening the fridge, he stood there for a few seconds before he closed the door and looked at her, “This is embarrassing.”

“What?” Emery asked, “You don’t have any food?”

Logan nodded, “I usually eat out.”

Emery laughed, “Right. Well, I like your kitchen.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, the white cabinets. Black countertops. Very… Clean.” She said, walking over to sit in a metal barstool.”

Logan just grinned and watched her drop her bag on the counter and pull out her phone. She stared at the screen before pursing her lips and putting the phone back in her bag. She looked up and smiled

 “God, I’m so hungry.” He moaned.

“You didn’t eat lunch?”

“I did, but, I’m still hungry.” Emery giggled and placed her elbow on the counter and then rested her chin in her palm. She watched Logan, lean against the refrigerator door and cross his arms over his chest, as his eyes shot to the wall clock that was on the opposite wall from the refrigerator. “Well, this kidnapping was a bust.” He said sighing loudly. “What is wrong with your mother? A four o’ clock curfew? Da fuck?”

“Um, you were the one that was all like ‘love thy mother’ yesterday…”

Logan pushed off of the refrigerator and crossed the kitchen until he was leaning over the island counter right in front of Emery. “That was before I found out you had to be home by four, when she’s around. I mean,” He paused and licked his bottom lip as his topaz eyes searched the black granite countertop in his kitchen, “How the hell are we supposed to truly hang out, if you have a fucked up curfew?”

Emery shrugged, “I don’t know. I could talk to my mom about extending it, but… I don’t think she’d do it.”

“I mean, how the hell am I supposed to truly ravish you in between two-thirty and four o’ clock?” Logan asked, and finally moved his eyes from the counter top, to looking directly into Emery’s. Her heart skipped two beats as a slow smile formed on his lips and his fingers lightly skimmed over the back of her hand causing chills to erupt all over her body. Emery shrugged lightly and Logan intertwined their fingers on the counter. “Was your mom always so crazy?”

Emery shook her head, “Nope.” She sighed as she watched hers and Logan’s hands rocked back and forth on the counter and a small smile touched her lips as she looked up in the topaz eyes that already peered back at her. “I used to consider my mom a mom… Like, I know that sounds weird, but, I did everything she said, I mean I still do, but I used to be so… I don’t know? Loyal? To her.”

“And what happened?” Logan asked, raising her eyebrow.

“She was fucking obsessed with beauty pageants, and I loved them too.” Emery looked away from Logan and back down at their hands, “Until I became very displeased with some.. Stuff that was going on.”

“What stuff?” Logan asked quietly.

Emery shrugged, “Just stuff and I tried to get her to listen to me, but uh, she never did and she forced me to do pageants until I was ten. I had become extremely uninterested at four years old. That’s six years that my mom kept me in pageants, even though I didn’t like them.” Emery gritted her teeth and sighed, “So basically I lost a lot of respect for her.”

“Oh.” Logan said nodding, “That really sucks. But you act like you’re afraid of her?”

Emery bit her lip and looked up, “I am.”

“Why?”

“She’s obsessive. I mean, after I finally was able to quit, I didn’t really-,” Emery stopped talking and looked away from Logan again.

“What?”

“This is embarrassing to say.” She whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

“I won’t judge you.” Logan said honestly, cocking his head to the side, and studying the reluctant expression that ran across Emery’s features as she looked into his eyes.

“I didn’t want to be a girl anymore.”

“Oh.” Logan said, raising eyebrows.

“You’re judging…” Emery sang, as she leveled him with a sweet smile and nervous glare.

“Nah nah, not at all. I’m just putting all the pieces together. So your mom…”

“She uh, was pretty pissed. After a few months she allowed me to start wearing boy’s clothes and stuff, but then she started implementing all of these fucked up rules.” Emery paused, “You can wear boy’s clothes but it’ll be a cold day in Hell before I let you forget what’s between your legs. She’s fucking crazy.”

“Damn. Did she say that?” Logan asked cocking an eyebrow. Emery nodded slowly and the kitchen was quiet. Their fingers were still intertwined and had caught both of their attention, but the quietness of the room had become too much and Logan said, “So beauty pageants, you must’ve been a cute little girl huh?”

Emery laughed and nodded, “I guess, I have a shit ton of gold medals in my closet.”

“I bet if you did pageants again you’d have more gold medals. You’re seriously beautiful, Emery.”

Emery blushed as a grin spread across her features. “Thanks, Logan, but I’m done with pageants.”

Logan smiled and glanced at the wall clock. He groaned and rolled his eyes, looking back at Emery he said, “We gotta go.”

“Right, because you still haven’t taken me home to get the spare key.”

A laugh escaped Logan as he walked around the counter, to pull Emery out of her chair, never un-attaching their fingers. Emery grabbed her bag off the counter and followed behind him all the way until he opened the door of his Wrangler and helped her in.

oooooooo0000oooooooo

Logan whipped into the school parking lot and whizzed through the aisles carelessly until he, impressively, came to a stop in front of Darrell’s Mustang.

Emery sighed heavily. “Logan, what the fuck?” She asked, “Did you forget that the spare key is at my house, which you sped past five minutes ago?”

“The spare key isn’t at your house.” Logan admitted, shutting off his Jeep and smirking at Emery. Hopping out of the car he walked over to the Mustang and flipped through the keys on his key chain, until he chose one and entered it into door, and unlocked it.

Emery jumped out of the Jeep and walked over to Logan quickly. Placing her hands on her hips, she stared up at him. “You had the key the whole damn time?”

“Yeah.” Logan shrugged nonchalantly and then wiggled his eyebrows, “Clever huh?”

Emery licked her lips and nodded, “Yeah, real clever.”

Logan opened the car door, “Even though it wasn’t a long time, I had fun with you today.” He said genuinely, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking coyly at Emery as annoying butterflies

Emery nodded, “Me too.”

“We should get ice cream sometime; I know this sick ice cream shop up the road. They’ve got the best ice cream.”

“Really, I haven’t been to an ice cream shop in a long ass time.”

“Because you’re on that Ben n’ Jerry’s shit. I’ll take you to get some real ice cream.” Logan said winking.

Emery grinned, “Alright.”

“Alright.” Logan repeated on a final note. Pulling his hands from out of his pockets he took a step forward and wrapped his arms around Emery drawing her in for a bear hug. Emery’s cheek pressed against Logan’s broad chest and she wrapped her arms around his waist before melting in the hug. She could hear his heart beat thundering inside of his chest and she smiled.

They released each other at the same time and took a step back. The crooked smile on Emery’s face didn’t stray as she noticed that Logan donned one similar to hers. He scratched his head and his hair that appeared to be golden in the sun ruffled slightly.

Licking his bottom lip and looking Emery directly in the eye he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

Emery nodded, “Yep- of course.”

Logan grinned and ran his tongue over his top teeth. “Okay then. Bye.”

Emery nodded, and watched his walk back to his Jeep. When he got in he waved and Emery’s heart melted. The innocent look on his face- the small grin, the cocked eyebrow, and the motion of the hand that had touched her thigh and held her hand. Emery smiled and turned to get in the Mustang, waiting for the door to close before she squealed.

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“So Comet. I think he likes me. I think.” Emery said, laying flat on her bed with a big grin on her face. “I mean, he held my hand, he touched my thigh, he listened… But that could just means he wants to have sex with me… He does talk about that quite frequently, but whatever, I wouldn’t mind. He’s got a nice body.” Emery giggled and rolled over on her stomach. “Make It Nasty is actually working. I’m getting closer and closer to making Logan Isley mine, and you know what, Comet?”

Emery stared down the orange cat that blinked in response, “Before the end of summer break, Logan will be my boyfriend. Actually I could have him before the end of the school year, which is in like two weeks. How much you wanna bet? No toys for a week...” Emery paused and surveyed her cat, and for the first time she noticed that she was actually conversing with her cat. Sighing heavily, she rolled onto her back and whispered, “I think I’m officially insane.”