48| She is Beauty, She is Grace. She is Noah's Fantastic Cake.

SPRING break was upon us. Even though it felt like we had just been on Winter break. Time had been flying by these days. Maybe it was just because everything was how it was supposed to be. Logan and I were perfect. The team was heading off to state next weekend. And school was over in a month and a half since we were seniors. It was crazy.

Today was perfect. Logan, Cayden, and I were all laying outside by the pool enjoying the warmth of the sun. We weren't studying or anything, either. We were just chilling and talking about random things.

"No. You know what I need?" I heard Cayden say. "Cake. Just any type of cake. I'm craving it."

"Don't say the word cake!" Logan yelled. "You're making me so hungry. It's seriously rude."

Cayden shrugged. "I'm just saying."

"And it's still rude," Logan muttered. She sat up and took off her sunglasses. "Okay. I need cake now."

I sat up, too. "We could make cake," I offered."

"Well duh," Logan said. "I'm only the best cake maker in all of Columbus Georgia."

I raised my eyebrows at her. "The best?" I asked. "No way. The best in Columbus? Sorry honey, but that's me."

"Yeah, I don't think so," Logan said. "You wish you were the best cake maker. But you could never hold such a title."

"Someone's confident," I said.

"Of course I am," Logan said. "I'm Logan Pierce. If I'm not confident, I must be dead."

"You guys are so not doing this right now," Cayden said. "The whole competitive thing? You guys are ridiculous. You're just as competitive as you were when you met. The only difference is that you kiss now."

I rolled my eyes. "We're only competitive because Logan here thinks she is the better cake maker than me. But we all
know the truth."

"Do we?" Cayden asked and sighed.

"Yes we do. And the truth is that I can make a better cake than Noah," Logan said. "And I can prove it."

"Dammit," Cayden muttered.

"CAKE BAKE OFF!" Logan and I yelled simultaneously, pointing at each other. "You're so on."

"You two are the weirdest couple I've ever met," Cayden said, now sitting up. "Fine. We'll do a cake bake off. And I will be the judge of it so that it's completely fair. Got it?"

"Got it," Logan said. "I hope you know that you're going down, Locke."

"In your dreams, Pierce."

    Cayden groaned and stood up, making his way to the house. "Okay. You two are weird as hell. Come on, it's competition time."

    We all went inside and into the kitchen, pulling out ingredients and stuff to make the cakes. In my head, I already knew exactly what I wanted to make. It was going to be the best damn cake anyone had ever tasted. A dark chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream frosting. And you bet I was going to decorate that sucker like a goddamn pro.

   No way was Logan winning this one. I had it in the bag.

"Okay, we are setting some ground rules!" Cayden announced. "Number one: everyone shares these ingredients. You don't have to be nice about it, but you do have to share! Number two: no sabotaging. It has to be fair and I mean it. Number three: no cheating by looking at recipes. No phones. Got it?"

"Yep. Got it," I said. "Trash talking is allowed?"

Cayden rolled his eyes. "It's allowed. As long as you guys don't get angry to the point where it's like the movies and you end up making out. You hear me?"

"No promises," I muttered and Logan slapped my arm. "Kidding. No angry making out."

"Thank God," Cayden said. "You have an hour and a half to make your best cake! You must cater it specifically to wow me."

"Deal," Logan said. "I know exactly what you like."

"Um, excuse me. Don't you think I know exactly what he likes? I'm like his best friend," I said.

"In your dreams," Logan scoffed. "I'm most definitely Cayden's best friend. But we don't have time to argue about this. We have cakes to make."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, whatever."

"Ready... set... GO!" Cayden yelled and Logan and I frantically ran towards the ingredients to start baking. I was determined to win this bake-off. If it was the last thing I'd ever do.

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"Noah I am literally going to murder you!" Logan screamed, throwing a spoon at me, which hit me on the side of my neck.

I rubbed my neck. "Hey! Throwing isn't allowed!"

"Says the guy who started it!"

"Oh my god," Cayden groaned from the couch in the living room. "No. There will be no throwing and yelling. I'm no fool. I know what happens when you start throwing things and yelling. It turns into a cliche food fight and you both end up on the ground, Noah will be on top of you, and you'll make out. And that was a rule. NO MAKING OUT!"

I sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry I threw frosting at you. I'm an asshole."

"So he finally admits it," Logan said.

I rolled my eyes and continued spreading my buttercream frosting all over the cake. It was a beauty, let me just tell you. It was everything I had dreamed of and more. And I knew that Cayden would love it because dark chocolate was his favorite flavor of all time. And my classic buttercream? No one could beat it.

I'd spied on Logan, but had no idea what flavor she made. It looked like a type of chocolate cake, but what kind was the question. I was curious, but I wasn't going to ask. I was confident in my cake. I didn't even need to give her cake a second thought. Mine was clearly superior.

I finished my frosting and started grating chocolate onto the top of the cake for decoration.

She is beauty, she is grace. She is Noah's fantastic cake.

"Are y'all almost done?" Cayden asked. "I'm so impatient. And I'm tired of sitting on this goddamn couch watching Four Weddings! I love a good wedding, but sheesh. If I hear one more woman say, 'Although it looked good on her, it just wasn't my style', I'm going to go insane."

"I'm done," I said, stepping away from my masterpiece and turning to Logan.

"Me too," she said, stepping away from hers and smirking at me. I saw her final product and it was nice. I mean, it was a pretty cake. It was some sort of chocolate cake with frosting in the middle of 2 layers and more frosting at the top. Decorated with fresh strawberries. She had the decorating skills. But did she have the skills to make a delicious cake? We would have to wait and see.

Cayden stood up and jumped over the couch, heading into the kitchen where our cakes were displayed. He licked his lips and grinned.

"Oh hell yes. I love cake," he said. "Okay. Which contestant will be presenting their cake first?"

"Ladies first," I said.

Logan shook her head. "No way. Best for last. You go ahead, Mr. Cocky."

I raised my eyebrows at her, but then shrugged. "Fine," I agreed. "I present to you-- my delicious scrumptious moist and beautiful cake! She is a dark chocolate beauty with buttercream frosting and fresh milk chocolate shavings on the top."

"Sounds amazing," Cayden said, digging a fork straight into the cake. Who needed to actually cut a slice, anyway? He bit into it and smiled as he chewed. "Mmm. The cake is lovely. And the frosting... wow. I always knew that your white frosting would taste good, Noah," he said, winking at me.

"That is revolting," Logan said, crinkling her nose.

"Very good, Noah. Very good. But now I simply must taste Logan's beauty," Cayden said, turning his attention to Logan's cake. "Miss Pierce. Please introduce me to your cake."

"With pleasure," she said. "This is my amazing wonderful mouthwatering luscious cake. She's a dark chocolate and vanilla swirl cake. In the middle of the layers, you will find a wonderful white chocolate mousse, and on top is a simple vanilla icing. And of course, strawberries. Your favorite fruit."

Dammit. She was good.

Cayden stabbed his fork into Logan's cake and took a bite. His eyes widened and he moaned way too overdramatically. His head fell back. "WOW," he said, then looking at Logan. "You, my girl, know how to please a man. Noah is one lucky son of a bitch."

"Oh, I know," Logan said, shooting me an innocent smile. I shook my head at her. Unbelievable.

"This is a difficult decision. You both made me lovely cakes," Cayden said. "However, I have to go with what my heart is telling me. And right now... My heart is telling me..."

Cayden paused dramatically as they did on the baking shows on Food Network. I rolled my eyes as he did a drumroll on the counter.

"LOGAN'S CAKE!" Cayden exclaimed and I groaned, slamming my head on the counter.

Logan cheered and when I looked up, she was doing a victory dance. It was a bit ridiculous. She was acting like she just scored a goddamn touchdown. She smirked at me and patted my head.

"Sorry, Locke. But I tried to warn you." she said, continuing to dance as Cayden went back and forth eating our cakes. I just rolled my eyes and laughed. I couldn't even fake being mad over our little cake competition.

"Fine, fine. You're better than me," I admitted.

"You're right. I am better than you," Logan said.

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Cayden volunteering to be the cake taste-tester.

You know I had to put the classic baking battle somewhere in this book. Although, there was no food fight because Cayden strictly forbid it. So sorry for that one, but you got some good old Logan-Noah competition.

I hope you enjoyed my cake sexual innuendos and that is all. :)

Which cake sounds better to you? Let me know. Cause like, I pretty much love any cake. So I ain't picky.

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