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Logan's eyes widened in shock after he came to the realization that she was really there. A seventeen year old Louise Belcher sitting in his back seat. She slid to the edge and pushed the door open, stepping out of the car and straightening out the crinkled up dark green material of her school uniform dress. She heaved a sigh as she pushed the little dust particles that had stuck to her clothing when she was on the floor of the car and finally looked up at Logan, acknowledging him.
"Hey." She greeted him in a very nonchalant way, and then stood there, waiting for a response from him.
His jaw fell open as he looked from her to the car, trying to figure out when she climbed inside. He hadn't even noticed her. "What the hell are you doing here, Louise?" He asked her once the initial shock wore off.
"I didn't want to be in that hell hole any longer." She admitted to him with a shrug of her shoulders. Of course she wouldn't tell him about her brother Gene and how he betrayed her by letting himself become swayed by Danielle and her two-faced ways, as she liked to put it. Before he could ask her how she got in the car, she told him, "You really need to lock your car, even when you're on school grounds."
He recalled in that moment that he had unlocked it and then returned inside the building to get his belongings. Those few minutes had been enough for her to decide and go through with her plan.
Logan took a few steps towards her, their arms brushing against each other as he reached past her to pull the back seat door open. "Get in the car." He told her sternly. "I'm taking you back to the school." He lived in a calm neighborhood, and it was the afternoon time in which the sun was already setting. Most people were already indoors, having returned from work, and having dinner with their families. Still, he didn't want to risk anyone seeing them and getting the wrong idea. Louise was only seventeen and he was twenty five. He didn't want to get into trouble because of her.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Louise refused. "I'm not going back there until Monday morning when you return to school grounds."
"Are you crazy?" He hissed, looking from left to right to make sure no one was watching them. "I can get fired because of you."
"Pfft." Louise scoffed. "You won't get fired. Your aunt is the head mistress of the school."
"That's not gonna stop the cops from arresting me." He argued.
"Look," She sighed, rolling her eyes at him with annoyance. "No one will even notice that I'm gone. Plus, I won't even stay here with you. I'm going into town and see how that goes. I'll come back on Monday morning so you can get me back to school. I wouldn't want to cause problems for you with Maria Valentina."
He shook his head. "Valentina isn't living here with me."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
He continued, explaining, "Her pageant thing is on the other side of town, and Valentina isn't exactly fond of waking up early. So in order to save herself the long commute, she rented an apartment somewhere."
"Hm." Louise hummed, as though it didn't matter to her.
"I can't let you go into town on your own." He stated with a shake of his head. "You're my responsibility for the weekend."
"I don't need a babysitter." Louise protested.
Looking around once more to make sure none of the neighbors were watching him with a schoolgirl, he grabbed her by the arm and led her to the front door. "I'm not thrilled about babysitting you either. But we both know you need supervision because you're satan."
Louise gasped and feigned being offended.
He got his house keys out and unlocked the front door, pushing her inside and walking into the house behind her. Inside Louise looked around all over. It was rather modest for a guy who lived in a rich family all his life. The living room was simple with two couches and a television, the walls were a beige color from which the afternoon sunlight bounces off of. She didn't protest and went to sit on the couch in the living room.
"I know you desperately want me in your house, but there was no need to shove me." Louise teased him, shooting him a smug look.
He rolled his eyes at her. "You're seventeen, don't flatter yourself."
Sighing, he put his belongings down on the opposite couch in the room and walked over to his window, moving the curtain aside to peek out onto the front yard.
"My neighbor from across the street is some bitter old hag who hates me for some reason." He explained. Outside he spotted the old woman on her front lawn, watering her plants. She had walked outside just moments after they entered the house. Her eyes discreetly tried to look over at his house to see what he was doing.
"What did you do to her?" Louise laughed as she asked the question.
"Nothing." He swore. All he knew was that from the moment he moved in, she disliked him. Things got even worse when Maria Valentina caught the older woman spying on her boyfriend's house from across the street and tried to confront her about it. "But if she saw you here, with that St. Mary's uniform, she'll know you're underage. She wouldn't hesitate to get me in trouble." Pulling away from the window and looking towards the girl who was sat on his living room couch, he told her, "You need to change out of that uniform right now."
"Into what, genius?" She shot him a look. "I'm not gonna strut around your house naked, you pervert."
He sighed, making an offer as an idea came to him. "Maybe Maria left something in my closet."
Logan walked toward the bedroom and Louise got up from her place on the couch, following behind him. He opened the door and went to the closet. He sifted through his clothes until he found some things Maria had forgotten from when she stayed with him for a few days. A pair of skinny jeans, a white spaghetti strapped shirt, and a black leather jacket. He grabbed the clothes and handed them to her.
"Change into this." He instructed, and left the room.
Louise laid out the clothes on the bed and went to lock the bedroom door before she reached behind herself to undo the zipper on her uniform. She stripped down to her undergarments and pulled the shirt on. She grabbed the jeans next and pulled them up one leg first and then the other. Maria Valentina was taller than her, and the pant legs were too long. She yanked them up and then shimmied into them the rest of the way. When it got to her back side, she was able to button the jeans with a bit of an effort.
"This woman has no ass." Louise complained as she felt like her butt was about to explode inside those jeans. They had barely closed around her. Maria Valentina was as thin as a stick.
She slipped the jacket on around herself and opened the door to leave the room.
Logan was waiting on the other side. She eyed him with suspicion. "Were you spying on me?" She asked him narrowing her eyes into thin slits.
He shook his head, scoffing. "You've been hell bent today on assuming that I would want something with you. I was just waiting to see if the clothes fit. If not you could borrow something of mine."
"It fit." She gestured down to the clothes she was wearing. Rather bluntly, she added, "But I feel like my ass is going to explode in these jeans. Your girlfriend is flat as hell."
She walked ahead of him to return to the living room and he couldn't help but peek at her back side.
"I think you look great." He muttered, more to himself, after which he scolded himself for even thinking that.
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On a normal Friday afternoon, Logan would attempt to cook dinner for himself. But since Louise was there, he didn't want to risk it and end up humiliated by a seventeen year old in his own home. Instead, he decided he would order a pizza for them to have for dinner.
While they waited, Louise was sat on his couch watching a soccer game in Spanish.
"Do you even understand what they're saying?" He asked, plopping down next to her on the couch. He had been hospitable enough to get her a large bowl of popcorn from the kitchen, and when he tried to grab a handful of the corn snack, she pulled the bowl out of his reach. On her face was a satisfied smirk as she grabbed a handful of popcorn for herself and stuffed it into her mouth.
She made a hand gesture as she replied. "I kind of understand because Annie and Aimee have taught me some spanish, but honestly I've mostly asked them to teach me bad words."
He rolled his eyes.
Typical Louise.
"But I really like soccer, and their brother Paul plays on a professional Mexican team, so I always watch it with them. Even though I'm not at school right now, its a habit I grew into." She explained, her eyes focused on the screen. Logan did recall the twins mentioning that they had a brother who played on a professional soccer team, and that his name was Paul Arriola Hendricks. He also remembered finding out that their football playing brother had a big crush on Louise.
"Are you just watching for your boyfriend?" He wondered, his tone of voice sounding bitter even though he didn't intend it to.
Louise shook her head. "Paul and I are just friends."
He heaved a small sigh of relief.
Within minutes, the doorbell rang and he went to get it. It was the pizza delivery person, bringing his order right to his door. He paid them and returned to the couch with a box of pizza, and a box of hot wings.
Now seeing the main course, which he set down on the coffee table between the couch and the television, Louise set the bowl of popcorn down next to the pizza and grabbed a slice. Biting into it hungrily, she said in a very sarcastic tone, "Thank you for feeding this poor unfortunate soul, Logan."
He grabbed a slice for himself and took a bite out of it. He then settled back into the couch and watched the soccer game with her.
It was only six thirty when it started, and by the time it ended, it was eight at night. Logan lifted his arm and looked at the time on his wristwatch. It took him a moment of hesitance before he blurted out a question. "Do you want to go into town or something? Its still early."
Louise turned her head to look at him, surprised.
"You want to go into town? With me?" She asked him.
He nodded his head in affirmation. "You said you've never been there, and I've really only been to the super market. I'm not so sure, but I think there's a carnival in town."
Her eyes shone brightly at the possibility of seeing something other than St. Mary's Academy for a change. Shooting up from her place on the couch, she reached for his hand to pull him up to standing as well. "Well, lets go then. I'm ready to see this fucking town."
"Language." He scolded her.
She rolled her eyes at him playfully. "Live a little, Logan. You're so uptight now."
"Sorry." He shrugged. "When you grow up, you become super boring. Its a habit."
"I'll fix that." She assured him.
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sorry for a sort of crummy chapter. things are going to start getting more interesting from here on out. and i will try to post more often. the last time i updated this was not too long ago, so i think im doing rather well with the updated.
thank you all so much for reading and supporting this story. and thank you for getting this to 12K reads. i will update with at 12.3K reads ^.^ (im setting goals to keep myself motivated)
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-clary xx