One of the Guys

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that. I was going to suck it up and take each day as it came. I
just hoped that being in love with Logan wasn’t going to jeopardize
our friendship. I wasn’t about to tell him or anybody
else.
    My phone beeped, and I had a text
from Logan.
     
    L: Did you get home
safe?
    C: Yeah. A few minutes
ago.
    L: Sorry, again.
    C: Not your fault, forget it.
CU2moro.
    L: Ok. CU2moro. I’ll pick you
up.
    C: K
     
    Tomorrow was another day and I was
going to start fresh. Right then, I decided I wasn’t going to take
Carl’s crap anymore.

Chapter
5
     
    I looked in the
mirror at my reflection. I was wearing a pair of ‘boyfriend’ jeans
that were loose everywhere, and they hung on my hips. If I were to
wear a normal T-shirt, or a vest top, I would show skin.
    So I did.
    I tried on one of the vests, that
my Mom had bought for my birthday just before the start of the
school year. They were fitted and showed my full chest and my slim
waist.
    I looked ok I guess, if I were
comfortable, but I wasn’t. Too much attention would be drawn to
places I wasn’t confident in showing. My lower stomach & hip
bones peeking out the bottom, and my chest was hugged
tightly.
    I took it off and replaced it with
my black Batman T-shirt. I covered the essentials, and I felt
better.
    I applied a thin coat of mascara
and tied my hair into a mid ponytail. A little higher than usual,
and more girly than I had worn it in the past.
     
    “ Logan’s here!” My Mom shouted, so
I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.
    Logan was in the hallway, and he
looked as though he was blushing nervously as I jogged down the
stairs to meet him.
    “ Are you ok?” I asked as I
approached him.
    “ Um…” He cleared his throat. “Yeah,
I’m fine.” He couldn’t keep eye contact with me, and I wondered
why.
    I heard a laugh from the living
room, and I turned to see my Dad leaning against the door frame,
chuckling.
    “ What’s going on?” I asked,
confused.
    ” Nothing, sweetheart.” My Dad
chuckled again and turned back into the room. I watched him go
in.
    “ Ready?” Logan asked, seemingly
back to normal.
    “ Yeah.”
     
    We got into his car and a thought
occurred to me…
    After the race, Logan looked uneasy
when my Dad was there, and just now too.
    “ Is something going on?” I asked
him.
    “ Like what?”
    I told Logan about what I’d
witnessed. He blushed again.
    “ No. Your Dad just makes me uneasy
sometimes.” He laughed, nervously.
    “ Huh.” I said, narrowing my
eyes.
    I didn’t believe him, but I didn’t
want to push him, either.
    “ Are you getting Bren’s groceries
today?” He asked, changing the subject.
    One of my neighbors, Bren Wicks,
was an old lady and she couldn’t get by on her own very much. So,
when her care giver came over to look after her, I went grocery
shopping for her. I liked to help. She was always sweet to me
growing up.
    “ Yeah. I need to pick up her meds
too.”
    “ Cool.”
    I knew what that meant. He was
coming with me, as usual, and I loved that he did.
     
    On the way to school, I wanted to
ask what had happened after I’d left his house, but I really didn’t
want to know the things Carl, or Matt, had said about
me.
    Instead, we just talked about what
we were doing that weekend because we weren’t going to the junior
prom. We decided on a movie, at my house, Chinese takeaway, and
cards. Not exactly what I wanted to be doing with Logan when we
were alone, but I accepted that that wasn’t going to
happen.
     
    We got into school with Lex and
Pike meeting us at the door.
    “ Hey dudes!” Pike
smiled.
    Let it go, Chase! I thought to myself.
    “ Hey guys.” We both
said.
    “ So, what’s up?” Pike asked as we
walked towards our classes.
    “ Nothing.” Logan answered
him.
    “ Are you still pissed at
Carl?”
    I looked at Logan, and I saw him
scowl at Pike, like he didn’t want me to know.
    “ Yes.” He said, bluntly.
    “ Why?” I asked
him. I’d already expressed my dislike, yesterday,

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