𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬|𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ᥫ᭡

APRIL

I was in my room, scrolling through my phone when I heard Logan come home past his curfew. I rolled my eyes, knowing he was probably out with Lauren again. I knew it was Logan since my mom was working a late shift, and Mr Dawson has already been home for hours.

But then, I heard raised voices coming from downstairs. I couldn't resist the temptation to see what was going on, so I quietly made my way to the top of the stairs and peeked down.

I saw Logan's dad yelling at him, his face red with anger. "You're late, and you're driving home drunk? What the hell is wrong with you, Logan?"

Logan looked unfazed, "Calm down, man. I've done this plenty of times before."

His dad's face contorted with rage, "How dare you talk to me like that? You're nothing but a disappointment, just like your mother."

Logan looked hurt, but he smirked, "At least I don't have to rely on alcohol to numb my feelings like you do. Mom was sick while you drowned yourself in booze."

His dad's hand shot out, and he grabbed Logan by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. "Don't you dare talk about your mother like that. She was a good woman."

I could see the hurt in Logan's eyes, but he didn't back down. "She was a good woman until you drove her away, and she died. Just like you're doing to me."

His dad's grip tightened, "You ungrateful little shit. I should have gotten rid of you a long time ago."

Logan just laughed, "Go ahead. It wouldn't be the first time you've tried."

"You're grounded! One more fuck up and I'll ship you to military school!" Mr Dawson shouted angrily.

Logan's dad finally left, I made my way to him. Logan was sitting on the couch, looking down at his hands.

I walked over to him, "Do you need any help getting to your room? You look like you could use some support."

Logan looked up at me, a teasing glint in his eye, "Oh, are you offering to help me because you feel bad for me?"

I rolled my eyes, "No, I'm offering to help you because you're too drunk to make it up the stairs on your own."

Logan chuckled, "Fair enough. Come on, then. Lead the way."

I helped him up, and he stumbled a bit, causing me to laugh. "You're such a lightweight."

Logan playfully pushed me, "Yeah, yeah. Just get me to my room, will you?"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but smile. Despite our constant teasing and bickering, I did care about him, and I wanted to make sure he was okay.

As we made our way up to his room, I couldn't resist teasing him a bit more. "This is what happens when you try to impress Lauren with your drinking skills."

Logan groaned, "Don't remind me. I think she's going to be mad at me for a while."

I chuckled, "Well, maybe you should take it easy next time."

Once we're in his room, I sat him on the bed, then carefully pulled his shirt over his head and took his shoes off.

I was about to leave Logan's room and go back to my own when he grabbed me by the waist pulling me back.

"Stay. Stay with me." He whispered, pressing his face to my stomach.

I knew it was wrong, but he looked so broken and beaten after his argument with his dad.

I hesitated, but Logan's touch was so gentle and his voice so seductive that I couldn't resist. He caressed my thigh, and I felt myself giving in to him.

Maybe I felt a bit bad about what his dad said to him, but I didn't want to leave him alone.

"Okay," I whispered back, "But no sex."

Logan chuckled and laid down on his bed, "Don't worry, I'm too drunk for that anyway."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't deny that I was enjoying being close to him like this. I laid down next to him, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.

We lay there in silence for a few moments before Logan spoke up again. "You know, I thought you were mad at me."

"I was. Maybe I still am."

"Oh? I'm just that irresistible, huh?" He slurs.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't kid yourself."

"Yeah, yeah."

"What do you see in Lauren anyway?" I ask.

Logan looked down at me, surprised. "What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath, "I mean, she seems like such a bitch to everyone. I don't understand why you're friends with her, let alone dating her."

"Okay. I'm not dating her. We're just hooking up, and I'm too tired for this conversation." He says sleepily.

"Drunk, you mean." I chuckle.

"Okay, fine. I'll tell you." He mumbles half asleep. "She has nice tits."

"Haha, funny."

"Okay, fine. She wasn't always like this, but she helped me. She helps me forget."

I sit up a bit, looking down at his sleepy face. His eyes are closed, but he's still awake.

"Forget what?" I ask.

"Stuff." He mumbles and snores softly.

I sigh and lay back down on his chest. I know I won't get much out of him in this state. What his dad said to him tonight was a lot.

Driving home drunk was stupid and dangerous, but I still couldn't get past their fight. I didn't know he was this affected by his mom's death to this extent he always seemed to be so cool about things.

I guess he's really good at masking his emotions behind his arrogance.

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