03- Deal

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Talia was already pacing in my room when I got home, searching desperately through my closet.

"Dad, we need to change where we hide the key." I joked, looking back where I saw his figure leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed but an amused expression playing on his face. I mirrored his stance and focused my attention back to my anxiety filled best friend, who could most accurately be compared to a tornado as she blew through my clothes.

"Yes, yes we do. Talia, you're going to be the one to have to clean up these clothes or else I'll make you do the dishes again." My dad said jokingly, although he most definitely was not joking.

"Okay Mr. Dad, sorry, I just need to find the perfect outfit for your lovely daughter who owns nothing but stupid jeans!" Tal said, huffing while throwing another pair of my jeans on the floor.

Talia is basically the sister I never had, her parents are always out of town or they're never home. They leave for work early and come home late. Talia gets extremely anxious when she has to be alone, so the guest room has turned into her room. She spends so much time around here that she started calling my dad her own, but threw the Mr in front of it so she can 'feel more formal' even after my dad constantly tells her to leave it out.

"Talia, nothing skimpy. I don't want her looking like those women you see on the street corner." My dad ordered, giving Talia a harsh look. She rolls her eyes.

"Cmon Mr. Dad, one night of promiscuousness wouldn't hurt. And if it makes you feel any better, no one wears skimpy dresses to parties anymore. Or uses the word 'skimpy'. That's only in like, the cheesy high school movies" She laughs.

"Yeah. That makes me feel sooooo much better." He says, sarcasm dripping from his words. I laughed and patted my dad's shoulder in reassurance.

"Don't worry Dad. Nothing 'skimpy.'" I reassured him and he gave me a warning look but I brushed it off.

My parents are divorced and I obviously live with my dad, since my mom wants nothing to do with me. Dealing with clothes and womanly stuff is not really Dad's favorite thing to do on his list of parent duties.

I love my dad with all my heart. My mom ran off with another guy as well as my older brother after I was born, leaving me alone with my dad and sending divorce papers in the mail less than a month later.

I've never met my older brother, and I've never met my mom. Nor do I want to. I took down all the pictures we had of them. Anyone who hurts my dad like that is not a friend of mine.

"Ooh! I'm soooo wearing this. Totally stealing it from you." Tal said, ripping me out of my thoughts. She was holding a distressed jean skirt, one I thought I lost months ago.

"Tal! How did you find that! I thought I lost that like forever ago!" I exclaimed, running to her side. She triumphantly flipped her hair with one hand, holding the skirt with the other.

"I'm a woman of many talents. Now here, wear this." She threw distressed jean shorts at me and a white body suit tank top. "You'll look smoking hot in that." She winked at me and started to strip out of her clothes and change into the skirt and a cute tank top she had.

She went down to her room to get ready, since she needed her entire makeup bag and couldn't handle my tiny one. I didn't like the work of taking off my makeup, so I don't put a lot on. I'm a genius, aren't I?

It took me about 5 minutes to finish my makeup and 10 to finish my hair. Meanwhile, I was playing on my phone for an hour and Talia still wasn't done.

I wonder if Logan was serious about that thing he said earlier. I rolled my eyes at the thought

'She is taking forever' I thought. Then an idea popped into my mind.

"TALIAAAAA! I SPILLED COFFEE ON MY CLOTHES AND MY MAKEUP IS RUINED!" I scream-cried. 5 seconds later, she was in my doorway panting with a lipstick wand in one of her hands.

"I'm here baby we'll fix it." If there's one thing that can get Talia's attention quick, it's a wardrobe, hair, or makeup malfunction.

I started to laugh so hard that tears were coming out of my eyes. She scowled at me. "Are you SERIOUS! You made me come up here for NOTHING!" she screamed.

"Cmon loser, get in the car. We're leaving."

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Talia, per usual, got drunk within the first 30 minutes of us being there.

"Babeeeee, Zo why aren't you having funnnn!" Tal whines, pulling at my arm to get me to stand up. I was way too comfortable in this couch. I giggled at my drunken best friend and pulled her down, making her fall on the lap of the guy next to me.

"Woah wait, did you just fall from heaven? Because God damn, hey there angel." he said flirtatiously. I raised my eyebrows in amusement at the sight of my best friend, stuttering. She never stutters, no one has ever made her speechless.

"I'm Jack, and you must be my next girlfriend." he pumped out another cheesy pickup line but he executed it so perfectly. Man this guy was cheesing hard for Talia.

"You look like my new favorite subject, wanna tutor me?" she said with a prominent pink blush displayed on her cheeks.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of your friend for you. I promise." he winked at me and proceeded to let Talia drag him up the stairs. For some reason, he reminded me of my dad. We had the same brunette hair color and chocolate brown eye color, it was crazy.

All thoughts were wiped out of my head when I saw Logan fucking Carter walk up to me with a girl under his arm and a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes immediately and pretended to be interested in scrolling through my phone.

The girl under his arm just so happened to be Justina Avery, but everyone just calls her Tina. She's Logan's ex, or the closest thing to him having someone like that. They're extremely on and off, you never know if they're fucking or not. If you're around, you'll definitely hear Tina's screeches. She constantly sounds like someone shoved a dick down her throat. Oh wait...

She just so happens to be the biggest bitch in the school and second person I hate the most, next to Logan of course.

"Well lookie here, if it isn't Zoey Madison. My favorite." he said with complete sarcasm. I continued to ignore him. "So you showed up, does that mean you said yes to my little offer? We're gonna have to get along one way or another." he says, trying to be seductive. I laughed.

"I could get any damn guy I want Logan, and I certainly do not want you. That's for sure." I said cockily, a smirk playing on my face as his faded.

"Logey baby, don't waste your time with this little waste of space. She couldn't make your night as fun as I could." Tina purred, groping Logan. I squirmed, getting uncomfortable at their disgusting display of sexffection. Get it, like sex affection? Jeez Zoey shut up.

"You can go ahead and do that. Fuck a girl thats named Justina but sounds like a Justin." Tina looked at me with a shocked expression on her face, her mouth open like a gaping fish.

"Close your mouth sweetie, Logan's dick isn't out yet." I said, smirking. She was red with anger. Everyone around us started laughing obnoxiously, even Logan let out a laugh.

"You're a funny one Zo, who would have thought?" He said, coming close to my face and glancing at my lips.

"Don't call me Zo." I snapped.

"Here she goes again, being a little bitch."

"Here he goes again, being a straight asshole."

Before I could say anything else, he grabbed my wrists angrily and pulls me up the stairs. I tried pulling back, but that only made his grip on me that much tighter. He threw me into a random bedroom and slammed the door shut.

"Logan what the fuck are you doing." he was slowly walking towards me, his smirk gone and replaced with anger and lust mixed together. With every step forward I took a step back until the back of my knees hit the side of the bed, making me fall on it. He climbed on top of it, still not saying a word.

"L-Logan stop it. Get off of me." I said, stuttering at the proximity between our bodies.

"Why won't you let me call you Zo?" he asked in a husky voice, still on top of me.

"Friends and family only. You, Logan, are not a friend and certainly not family." I said, trying not to stutter. Annoyance was radiating off of me as I tried to shove him off.

"How about we make a deal?" He suddenly said, my curiosity bubbled inside of me.

"You said you can have any guy you want,
so I'm going to give you 30 minutes. In those 30 minutes, you have to find a lay. If you don't, then it's me and you in the bedroom baby." He smirked. I scoffed, that was child's play.

He stuck out his hand for a hand shake, spitting on it. I spit on my own hand, connecting it with his while looking directly into his eyes.

"Logan, you have yourself a deal."

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