“Where’s Tommy?” Peyton asked.
“Oh Yeah, Cole, Tommy wanted me to tell you, something came up and he had to leave. He said he’d talk to you later.”
“He text me and told me, thanks.”
I was feeling a little guilty with Logan sitting next to me. Since Cole was now by himself.
Logan was staring at Cole giving him the once over. He put his arm around me all possessively and just smiled at Cole.
Cole just stood there not even looking at Logan, he just kept his eyes on me. He had an expression on his face like he felt sorry for me. Sorry, because he knew what kind of guy Logan was and sorry because he thought I didn’t know better.
I couldn’t look at him anymore, there seemed to be too much pain in his eyes. “Here Cole, since Tommy left you can sit here,” Peyton said and got up and moved over a chair so Cole would be sitting right next to me.
“Thanks, but I’m alright,” Cole said.
Logan had a cocky grin on his face and I started understanding why he was acting the way he was. I just wanted to say to him, “Why don’t you just take your dick out and piss all over me. It’s obvious you’re trying to claim your territory.”
Annoyed, I sat up causing his arm to fall off my shoulders. He looked at me, shrugged, and kissed me on the lips once again marking his spot. “Text me later,” he said as he stood up and gave Cole a look like he won.
As Logan walked away he accidentally, on purpose, bumped into Cole slamming his shoulder into his. Cole didn’t seem to let it bother him. He just brushed it off like it was nothing.
Once Logan was out of sight, Cole slowly made his way back over to the seat next to mine. Being cautious not to step on anyone’s toes—metaphorically speaking. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” Cole said.
“I don’t. He’s not my boyfriend.” Cole looked at me as confused as anyone would after Logan’s ridiculous display. So I just said, “Long story.”
“I’ve got time,” he said coyly.
Before I could come up with an excuse one of the bouncers starting letting everyone know it was closing time and we had to finish up our drinks and go.
“Maybe some other time, here’s my number,” Cole said handing me a card. “Give me a call, anytime.”
“I…” I was about to tell him, “don’t bother, I won’t call,” in a nice way, but he cut me off.
“Just take it, in case you change your mind.” I reluctantly took his number and threw it in my purse. “It was nice to meet you Tatum,” he said as he took my hand and kissed it. “Sweet dreams.”
As soon as he kissed my hand I automatically thought he was a player. Most jerks I knew kissed the hand because they thought it was smooth. Please, not me, it was a warning sign. I knew only creeps and players did that.
When he walked away, Peyton leapt across my lap and yelled for Cole. “What are you doing?” I growled at her in a low voice. He turned back around and walked over to the table.
“Can you give Tommy my number?” Peyton asked.
“Sure,” he laughed, “What is it?”
Peyton search through her purse for a pen and paper, but couldn’t find anything. Seeing that she was getting frustrated, Cole just told her to put her number in his phone and he would make sure Tommy got it.
After she was finished he leaned over me to take his phone back. When he pulled back, he turned towards me and our faces were almost touching. I could feel his warm breath on my face.
Trapped by the intense pull of his beautiful, blue eyes, I could barely breathe. I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing. I have no idea what came over me, but I wanted him to kiss me right here, right now. I almost leaned into him, but then he stood up and it was too late. I felt like I was gasping for air.
“Oh and Cole, don’t be afraid to use that number yourself,” Peyton said winking at him. He blushed and walked away.
I turned and shot Peyton a nasty look. “What?” she said.
I didn’t say anything. I turned back and watched Cole leave wondering what had come over me a moment ago. Then I turned back to Peyton and asked, “You ready to go?”
“Yeah let’s go.”
We said our goodbyes to our remaining friends and left. I knew Peyton was tired and feeling a little defeated about not winning over Tommy’s attention. So I didn’t say anything on the way home. I’ll let her down easy tomorrow, when hopefully she won’t remember much.
That reminded me I wanted to bust Cole for lying to me about Tommy. I wanted to do it earlier, but forgot when I was distracted by Logan’s behavior. Then my mind shifted again because I knew Logan would be waiting for my text and right now that was the only thing I cared about.
Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.
-Unknown
Chapter 3
After I dropped Peyton off I sent Logan a text to let him know I was on my way home. When I got there he was already waiting for me. I got out of my car and signaled for him to follow me inside the house. We didn’t say anything to each other until we got to my room. I planned on talking to him about his peculiar behavior tonight.
I wasn’t sure how to go about it without him getting all defensive. He didn’t like conflict. He liked to keep things simple and anything that gave him a reason to get worked up about he dismissed. If I brought something up that bothered me, something he did, he would usually blame me for it. Saying it was my own fault and I’m too over dramatic and then not talk to me for a month when really it was always him just being an ass. Normally I could deal with it but tonight it was really bothering me.
I took a deep breath and just decided to come out with it. “You know, you acted like a real ass tonight,” I said sitting on my bed waiting for the blow back. It didn’t come.
“What are you talking about?” he said, acting like he had no idea what I meant.
“I just think it’s funny how you tell me you want to keep our little rendezvous a secret, but after tonight’s little display…”
He cut me off, sat down on the bed next to me, and laid his hand on top of mine. “I know I’m sorry. I was just thinking maybe we could start letting people know.”
“Know what exactly?” I asked hesitantly and a more than a little confused.
“That we’re together.”
What! Did he just really say that? My head was spinning so fast I thought I was going to pass out. I quickly stood up and looked at him and blurted out, “But we’re not together.”
He pulled me onto his lap, smiled, and kissed me. “Let’s not talk about it now, we’ll worry about it later,” he said.
How could we worry about it later, I wanted to talk about it now.
“Logan…” I couldn’t get another word in. He put his finger to my mouth and shushed me. He’s lucky he’s cute or I would have bit that finger off. I don’t like people shushing me.
My mind was still reeling over the fact that Logan just said to start telling people we were together. This was the last thing I expected him to say. I wanted this ever since we started hooking up. For a long time I thought this is what I wanted, but did I really want to be with Logan?
I can’t even believe I’m thinking this. Why do I doubt this? Maybe it’s because deep down I know Logan’s not a good guy.
Cole’s face flashed in my head.
What the hell? I shook my head to get rid of the image. I looked at Logan and he already had all the buttons on my shirt undone. Not wasting anytime I see. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes to try and clear my head.
Logan started taking off the rest of my clothes and his. He liked to get right to it. Which was fine sometimes, but hello, a little foreplay was nice too—and he wonders why I never have an orgasm. Definitely something we’re going to have to work on if we make this official.
Don’t get me wrong, sex with Logan is great, but lacking. Sometimes when I’m not feeling it, I just want to tell him to hurry up and get off me. I do give Logan some credit though; he did try, but was
always unsuccessful. After a while I told him to stop trying so hard. I was even starting to think I was defective. I mean, I never had an orgasm. I was close once, I think, but no, nothing. I just gave up realizing it was never going to happen. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy sex, I enjoy it a lot. If I could I’d have sex all the time, all day, every day. Okay maybe not all day, that would cause some serious uncomfortable dryness.
That was probably another reason I put up with Logan, I knew I could get some at least once a week. I was always up for trying new things, but Logan, not so much. I once tried suggesting he pull my hair, but it didn’t go over so well. He grabbed the ends instead of near the root like you’re supposed to. So it just hurt instead of feeling good. I could tell he felt a little awkward doing it. Fortunately he only held on for a minute. I didn’t bother suggesting anything after that. I figured it was a lost cause.
Something was still bugging me though. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I tried to relax a little by taking a deep breath. A minute later Cole’s face popped in my head again. What the fuck! Why can’t I get this stupid guy out of my head?
I opened my eyes to look at Logan and distract myself. He was already on top of me. Huh. I must be out of it; I didn’t even realize we were having sex.
Logan didn’t even seem to notice I was distracted. He never did. For tonight, I was glad he didn’t. If he actually paid attention he might notice something wrong and he might have been compelled to ask. I don’t think I could have told him I was having second thoughts of us being together and oh yeah, I keep thinking of someone else while we’re having sex. I didn’t think that would go over so well.
I didn’t want to close my eyes again afraid of seeing Cole’s face. Not that I didn’t mind, he was very good-looking. It’s just that I felt kind of guilty picturing one man while having sex with another, especially since I had no interest in Cole.
Two minutes later Logan rolled off of me. Wow! Was he really that quick or had I been that distracted I didn’t notice how long we were having sex?
Either way I didn’t care. I wasn’t into it tonight as much as I thought I was. This was definitely one of those times I would have liked to say hurry up and get off. I rolled over on my side and tried to relax.
I was hoping to fall asleep before Logan because he snored. I hated it, and if he fell asleep before I did then I wouldn’t be able to sleep because of his damn snoring. It was one reason I didn’t mind we never cuddled. If I had to deal with that snoring right in my ear I’d go nuts. Unfortunately for me Logan was out before I was.
I lay there staring up at the ceiling and listening to Logan’s pre-snoring warmup.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the thought of Logan and I being together. I also couldn’t stop thinking about Cole.
I looked over at Logan who was snoring loudly by now. Ugh! I need to invest in some ear plugs. I’m never going to fall asleep with this snoring and my constant mind babble.
After two hours of staring at the ceiling while trying not to think of Cole, or of Logan and I being together, or the snoring, I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I kicked Logan hoping to wake him up, but all it did was cause him to roll over on me. Great, I’m going to be crushed to death by a snoring giant. With my free arm I tried shaking him. “Logan,” Nothing. “Logan wake up!” Nothing.
Okay now I’m getting pissed. With all my strength I pushed with my free arm. I was able to lift his shoulder enough to slide out from underneath his crushing body and breathe. “Must be nice to sleep through anything,” I mumbled to myself.
I so wanted to kick him again. Instead I went outside to smoke and thought I’d try and wake him when I got back. I knew he wouldn’t even notice if I was gone.
Ten minutes later I headed back into my bedroom. This fucker was still sleeping. This time I shook him as hard as I could, “Logan!” I yelled and he finally woke up. He lifted his head slightly to look at me.
“I’m sorry did I wake you?” I said innocently. If I couldn’t sleep then he couldn’t either.
“What time is it?” he grumbled.
“It’s still early.”
He pulled me closer to him and started kissing me. Not exactly what I wanted, but I’ll take it. That lasted about five minutes before he put his head on my shoulder and fell back asleep.
I couldn’t take anymore; I got up to go sleep in one of the spare bedrooms. He didn’t even notice, he just rolled over and continued sleeping. I went to the room that used to be Tyler’s and fell down on the bed.
My phone rang way too early. It was my friend Kristi. I knew she was calling to make sure I was awake.
“Hello,” I whispered into the phone.
“Good morning sunshine. Just wanted to call to make sure you’re awake,” Kristi said.
“You are too chipper for this early in the morning.”
“Tatum, it’s twelve o’clock in the afternoon.”
I looked over at the clock on the wall. “Oh, alright give me like ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”
“Okay see ya soon,” she laughed at me and hung up the phone.
I forced myself out of bed and walked down the hall to my bedroom to check on Logan, but he was already gone. That didn’t surprise me.
I was so tired I didn’t care what I looked like. Besides we were just going to the bridal shop to pick up our dresses. I threw on a tank top, shorts, and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I picked up my favorite pair of Steve Madden sunglasses—they were big and had that brown leopard print design—and I was out the door.
When I got to Kristi’s she took one look at me and said, “Out partying late last night?” She gave me that motherly look she always does.
“Actually no, Logan stayed over last night and was snoring.”
She rolled her eyes at me, “When are you gonna give up on him.”
I didn’t say anything. None of my friends were fans of Logan and I was definitely not going to tell her we might be together now—officially.
“Where’s Savannah?” I asked.
“We have to pick her up.” Kristi turned to look at me, “You want me to drive?” she asked. Normally I would drive, but I was too tired. So I told Kristi she could.
After we picked up Savannah, we stopped at the diner down the street to get a quick bite to eat. Savannah and Kristi were already talking wedding stuff the second we sat down at the table. This was of no interest to me. I wasn’t into the whole wedding scene thing. I just never really understood why someone would spend so much money and make a big deal for a dress you wear once. Spend all this money on decorations, flowers, food, etc. For a reception that lasts like three hours when half the time you’re not really enjoying it because you’re worried about making sure everything is perfect. Yeah, I say no thank you.
For today though, I had to get rid of my anti-wedding spirit and put on a happy face.
Savannah and Kristi were two of my oldest friends. We grew up together. Kristi was the one getting married and Savannah and I were just two of her seven bridesmaids. They both knew I wasn’t into the wedding stuff so they didn’t bother to include me in the conversation unless they needed my opinion about something, which wasn’t often.
After we finished eating, we paid the check and headed to the bridal shop. It was about a half hour drive and since they were continuing the wedding talk in the car I decided to take a nap until we got there. It only took me about five minutes to pass out. I don’t know anyone who could have sat there listening to the different types of flowers and the meaning of them and different meanings of each color and what they represent and blah, blah, blah.
When we got to the bridal shop I felt like I was in my own personal nightmare. Bright pink, pastels, ruffles, lace, and giddy women everywhere. I looked to my right and there was a women trying on a wedding gown. Her face was just glowing with anticipation at the thought of walking down the aisle in that perfect dress. She stood there, turning back and forth twirling the skirt of her dress.
To my l
eft I saw a bridesmaid in the most god awful dress ever created. It was pumpkin orange, floor length, and ruffles, ruffles, and more ruffles. She looked as miserable as I felt. Straight ahead was Kristi, her eyes bright and shining. Her cheeks were just the slightest shade of pink, the way they always get when she’s excited, and she had a smile from ear to ear. Looking at her happy was enough for me to put my own self-loathing aside, for a little while at least.
Kristi’s dress was beautiful. It was like a Cinderella gown and it sparkled every time the light touched it. Kristi let us pick the bridesmaid dresses, so luckily we weren’t stuck with something horrendous like the poor girl I saw earlier.
Our dresses were a deep red color and hit just above our knees. They were satin and strapless and very form fitting. I planned on not eating much the week before the wedding.
The girls talked about more wedding stuff with the consultant while we paid for the dresses. After we were all taken care we left the shop and headed home.
I got back to my house around 4:30. Perfect, enough time for me to take a real nap. Before I lay down I text Logan to see if he was coming out tonight. He didn’t answer so I just figured he was busy. Then I sent Peyton a text to see how she was feeling. She offered to drive tonight letting me know she was definitely feeling the repercussions from last night. Fine by me, that meant I could actually drink tonight. When I was done talking to Peyton, I turned on the TV and lay down for my nap.
I woke up in enough time to eat, shower, and get ready. I decided to wear my new dress I just bought and my hair up. It was even hotter and more humid than last night so I was not about to fight with my hair. Throwing it up in a messy bun was just easier and less time consuming.
After my shower I checked my phone to see if Logan had text me. Nothing. I let it go and finished getting ready. I was almost done when Peyton text me to let me know she was outside waiting. I quickly finished up and headed out the door. Peyton hates waiting, she’s very impatient.
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