Charlie

Chapter 3 - Dinner At The Logans

Chapter 3 - Dinner At The Logans

"What am I?" Nathan asks me, clearly looking pretty amused at the situation on hand.

"A manwhore Virgantor." I say flatly.

He kisses his teeth, tilting his head to the side for a second. "Damn, just when I was starting to like you and you go ahead and insult me."

Start liking me? Dude, I don't talk to you whatsoever! I mean, I remember rolling my eyes at him and giving him stank looks and he'd catch me doing it—op...there was also this one time I politely cussed him out when he had to be my gym partner for a split moment. We had to do a bunch of exercises before we could move onto the next stage of exercises, and he was just screwing around, talking to his friends and shit.

... So I'm pretty positive 100% that Nathaniel Logans knows that I despise the shit out of him.

"I don't know if thats worse for both of us." I respond back dryly.

"But what you said was pretty hurtful."

"I can make them more hurtful if you want." I hear some people laughing, so I look around confused like who the fuck is laughing so close to my ear? Come to find out, the crowd has migrated to us now and they're in my business.

Nosy bastards.

He shrugs and says that he'd rather give a shot at being rude to me for a moment. The ends of his lips rise into a mischievous smirk as he glances between Misty and I. "Y'know... I know how you feel about me and I just never got around to understand why you're not trying to give me your time of day...and I just figured out why."

"Well this is going to be good." I mutter sarcastically to Misty.

"You turned into a lesbian for Misty."

My eyes light up and Misty just goes off, basically trying to convince Nathan and everyone around that she isn't a lesbian or...bisexual. Calm down girly, he didn't even say YOU were gay, he called ME gay.

I mean, I could care less but his accusation is just WAY off. "Okay, you have to be the biggest dumbass I've ever encountered in my life."

"I thought I was a contaminated manwhore guy?" He cocks his head to the side again, still smirking. "Did I say that correctly?"

I squint at him, feeling my jaw clench and unclench. My blood is fucking boiling now, this idiot is testing my anger and that's the last shit you want to do. "Go fuck yourself." I say sourly. "Seriously."

"I mean..." He snickers, crossing his arms over his chest. "I could try but it'd probably hurt."

"Well a sick bastard like you to sleep with half the girl population in this shithole, I'm sure you can get through any obstacle." To end this bogus talk, I grab Misty's wrist and threaten Nathan to fuck off or I'd knee him in his balls.

I then drag Misty away. I've had a fair chance to knee, kick, punch, almost stab (accidental, I'm not that fucking crazy—well...) a man's balls, so I'm very experienced in causing pain to them.

Oh, and beating the shit out of them. I'm good at that too.

"I CAN ALWAYS SET YOU UP WITH MY COUSIN!"

I stop in my footsteps, slowly loosening my grip on the girl's wrist, and mentally preparing myself to march over to his stupid, pathetically handsome ass and just fucking murder him.

All what Donna said about my anger just flew out the fucking window. Control my urge to get suspended for fighting by counting numbers? WELP ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVESIXSEVENAJAJKL DIDN'T WORK DONNA, NOT THIS TIME, NOT EVER.