5. Snobs and Snogs

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"Listen here, Delta," my father had said, placing both his hands on the counter in our kitchen and leaning into the conversation. "Your mother and I know you're a very smart girl, which is why we're giving you this one night to have fun."

I smiled at him. Then my mother chimed in. "We're letting you go to the party, but you're going to make it up to us by doing what we tell you to."

I nodded my head. "Chores, extra job, volunteering, count me in. I'll do it if it means I can go to the party," I told them.

They looked at each other with uncertainty as if I was trustworthy, but not trustworthy enough. My heart almost sank.

"We already have something in min—"

"Really? What?" I asked, curiosity shining through my skin.

"You'll find that out soon enough, when you come back from the party," Dad told me.

Now, looking at the full-body mirror in my room I gaze at my reflection, admiring the outfit I chose to wear for tonight. It's nothing fancy. Not a dress, nothing glamorous. Just a plain long-sleeve shirt and some jeans.

I walk downstairs and out the door, unlocking the car parked in the driveway and climbing into the driver's seat. I suddenly get a call from an unknown number, and not knowing who it is, I answer it with caution.

"Hello?"

"Be ready. I'm picking you up in five minutes," Xavier's voice mutters. I roll my eyes, tempted to hang up right on his face.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," I snap, then end the call immediately, tossing my phone in the back seat. To my surprise, it doesn't buzz again signalling another call.

The drive to Arden's house isn't that long, and I bask in the silence of being by myself for the time that I'm alone. I've spent all this time in a crammed car with a boy I absolutely hated, so it feels nice to finally have a space like this all to myself.

All too soon, I'm in Arden's driveway and she's getting into the passenger seat of the car,

"Shit," she mumbles, bumping her head on the ceiling of the vehicle. I bite back a giggle and ask if she's okay.

"Yeah, but tell your dad to get a bigger car," she grunts. Unlike me, she's wearing a dress that barely covers her arms or legs. She looks like a goddess, ready to take on anything.

"Aren't you gonna be cold in that?" I ask, pointing to her outfit.

"I'm all good," she says smiling before closing the car door behind her.

She gives me directions to Logan's house, at the same time blasting the radio and singing the words horrifically, all while getting the lyrics to all the songs completely wrong.

I have to be honest, I envy how crazy she is. She's so care free, so lively and full of fun, her mind is filled with nothing but pure bliss and content.

"Hey, you okay?" Arden says, yelling over the loud booming of the radio. I lower the volume just a bit.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lie.

"Oh! Here! Turn here!" She points to the entrance of a neighborhood, one that seems all too familiar—

"Forgot to mention, Logan's family is pretty rich. And when I say rich, I mean fucking loaded—there!" she says, pointing to a modern mansion just at the end of the street.

I spot people dancing at the house entrance with red party cups in their hands, teens grinding up against each other while they dance the night away.

"There's no where to park," I say, shrugging my shoulders.

"You sure about that?" Arden says, pointing to a clear spot by the curb.

I squint my eyes to get a better look at it, but immediately avert my gaze from the area. "No way, I can't park parallel."

"Just try it, D," she says. "You're great at parallel parking."

She's joking. I'm terrible at it. The only reason I don't want to park in that specific spot though, is that it's directly in front of two metal gates. Gates that lead to a gravel driveway and an enormous, three-story mansion.

I can't just tell her that we'd be parking right in front of Xavier's house. How would she feel if I told her I had been there, getting back my towed car because some boy was just too stubborn to let me drive it home?

"What is up with you?" she asks, laughing at me. An unintentional smile forms on my lips.

"Nothing, we can park there," I say with a sigh. My parallel parking is terrible and I almost hit both cars front and back, but I still manage to park nonetheless.

I get out of the car and we make our way to Logan's house. My heart is going a thousand beats per minute, and my mind fogs up like I'm entering the start of a hangover. I grip Arden's shoulder to steady myself and we both stop before the front door of the mansion.

"Relax," she says. "You're going to be fine. From the way Logan was acting last night, he totally wanted you to come."

I give her an uncertain nod, keeping my eyes on the front door of his house. Hesitant, I knock on the door. I don't want to be loud, bringing all the attention to the front door--to us.

Someone opens the door, and a little part of me hopes it's Logan Hill.

To my surprise, Colin Diaz greets the two of us, gesturing for Arden and I to come inside.

"You lovely ladies are looking gorgeous tonight," he says, slurring his words just a bit. He leans on the wall eyeing Arden, and almost trips by his elbow sliding down the door frame. He is, without a doubt, drunk.

"Thank you, Colin," Arden says, and I can spot her blushing a little in her tan cheeks. "Y'know where Logan is?"

"Here!" I hear someone say, shuffling past grinding bodies from an enormous living room.

At the sound of his voice my heart completely stops, and my pulse is undetectable from anywhere on my body. I think my cheeks redden and my eyes dilate, even though I haven't even seen the guy yet. I imagine him standing right in front of me, making me laugh, hugging me, thanking me for coming to his party and all that.

"I'm here!" Logan says, bursting from the myriads of people and stopping right in front of me.

His platinum blonde hair is neatly combed to the side and his eyes are such a pale blue that they almost appear gray. They must be gray. I'd have to do a closer inspection to figure that out. I want to do a closer inspection.

"Hey Delta," he says, actually placing his arms over my shoulders to give me a hug. I can feel the warmth of his body, and he smells a lot like cologne. In fact, a little too much like it, but it works for him.

"Hey," I sigh, my heart doing silly flips inside my chest.

"Glad you could make it. You too Arden," he says, winking at her before turning his gaze back to me. Mentally, I sigh into it like a bear cub in the grass. It's like he's holding me right here right now.

"How about a tour around the house?" he asks, holding out his hand out for me to take. I don't hesitate and I slide my fingers into his. It feels so cliché, but at the same time I'm loving it.

"Why don't you show Arden around Colin?" Logan says, keeping his eyes on me.

"Alright," Colin says, placing his hand on Arden's back. "The party's in the back."

I give her a worried look, but Logan quickly drives my attention away from her and up to his bright eyes.

"A drink first?" he asks.

"Uh, no thanks. I don't drink," I say.

"Ah, okay. I'm not really a big drinker myself. But hey; when you need it, you need it," he sighs while he heads to a makeshift bar in his almost-empty kitchen, pouring me the smallest cup of beer. I take it and smile, even though I'm not planning on downing it anytime soon.

"So, where to first?" I ask him.

"Wherever you want."

Was he serious? "Okay. How about the theater room?" I jokingly say, half expecting he actually has a room completely dedicated to watching movies.

"Alright, that's in the basement."

I knew it. He did have a theater room.

"Okay, I can deal with a few spiders on the walls. Sure."

He chuckles and tightens his grip on my hand, leading me to a less-occupied part of his house. We reach a door behind the stairs, and I spot a couple people chatting on the basement steps. Some of them are drunk, others sit against the wall and swipe through their phones.

We walk down the steps and reach another door. He opens it and I'm only met with darkness. I can spot the faint outline of a movie screen on one end of the room, but nothing else. Logan already lets go of my hand, and I hear the door close somewhere.

I'm not even sure where the door is anymore.

"Logan?" I whisper. There's no answer, and a sudden wave of panic seizes me.

Please don't tell me the only boy I like had just set me up.

The movie screen suddenly blinks to life and I jump backwards, feeling the hard surface of a wall behind me. A wall with arms that wrap around me in a bear hug. I turn around and see Logan Hill, all giddy yet calm, cool yet nervous.

"Sorry," I say. "Didn't see you there."

He gently takes the cup of beer from my hands and says, "Don't apologize. It was my fault."

I chuckle and point to the screen. "What's this?"

"Some movie my dad likes. Apparently, there's an entire series of 'em out there," Logan says, before giving me back my cup of beer. Before I know it, I'm taking another sip.

"Care to join me at the pool table?" Logan asks, gesturing away from the screen.

"What about the movie?"

"We can watch it later if you want," he says.

I nod at him, letting him drag me away again, through the theater-room door and into the winding hallways. I definitely want to watch a movie with him. Just the two of us, no background noises, no one else talking.

"Wait, you have a pool table?"

"Of course. What kinda place would this be without a pool table?" He looks at me, a smile full of humor, and I can't help but laugh at him. He's so goofy, and I like that about him.

Soon enough, he leads me to another room in his basement. This one out in the open. There isn't just one pool table; there's three! Three pool tables, plus a collection of pinball machines lined on every wall. I figure this is the gaming room, and I don't have a single doubt about it when Logan proves my point correct.

"This is the man cave," he jokes. "Where I game."

"You don't have any siblings?" I ask him.

"Two younger brothers, actually. I just don't let them in here."

He laughs. I laugh. I like giggling with him. It makes the world feel better.

Daringly, I down the rest of my beer in one gulp, placing the cup on the edge of the pool table. I grab a chalked-up cue stick and point it right at him. "Well? You gonna get off your ass and play me, or what?"

He widens his eyes, grabbing his very own cue stick and already organizing the balls. "You wanna dance, little girl? Let's dance."

I put on a playful smile and race to the end of the pool table. For the next hour or so, he and I play multiple rounds of pool, trying to beat each other game after game.

He offers to get me a few more refills of beer and I have to admit... the world is getting a little foggy, but I think nothing of it. Not until a wave of heat overcomes me, and I suddenly fall to the floor in a fit of giggles.

"Oh no, looks like someone can't keep their head screwed on tightly anymore," he says to me, and it only makes me laugh more.

"Shut up. It's screwed on. See?" I pretend to hold a drill up to the base of my neck, making little buzzing noises. "I told you. This noggin ain't goin' no where."

He laughs, then gives me his hand to help pull me up. "Get up, Loose Screws. I wanna show you something."

I take his hand, giggling even more at his new nickname for me. Loose Screws? It's totally funny. I could stand there the entire day laughing at those two words, clever enough to make my head spin. Pardon the pun.

"Pft, Loose Screws."

Logan is still smiling at me; those beautiful gray eyes hooded with long, dark blonde lashes. He looks amazing. He looks absolutely gorgeous.

"You look so nice in red," I tell him, eyeing his crimson polo shirt. "Has anyone ever told you how amazing you look in that color? Well, you look good."

Oh, God. What is coming out of my mouth? Things are just pouring out of me like a fountain, and hell, I can't stop it. I'm just too drunk to filter things, aren't I?

"Where are we going?" I ask, trying to stifle a yawn. "I wanna sleep. Can I sleep? I like sleeping."

"Not yet. There's still something I need to show you." Even though he isn't facing me, I can sense the slight smile on his lips as he drags me through the house.

"I'm tired!" I whine. I really am. All that beer... oh my. It has me in a very tight grip of wanting sleep.

"Just wait."

We reach the final floor of the house and I let go of Logan's hand, sitting by the steps. He looks back at me impatiently, his eyebrows furrowed and his hands balled into tight fists. His features suddenly soften and he lets his hands loose at his sides. "My room's just a couple doors down," he whispers. "You'll survive the walk."

"No I won't. My legs feel like noodles." I find myself sticking my tongue out at him, crossing my arms and looking away.

Despite my consistent protesting, I get up anyways and follow Logan down the hallway just as he opens one of the doors.

The first thing I see is a king size bed on one side of the room. All the walls are painted a beautiful blue-gray, and there are two more doors opposite the entrance; I think one is a bathroom and the other is a closet. There's a gigantic window with two french doors that lead to an upstairs balcony, and there's a small den to my right with a computer desk and neatly-stacked books on a shelf.

"You wanted to show me something?" I say, acting all cool and calm like I'm not already impressed.

"Okay, Miss Impatient. Come here," Logan chuckles, walking over and opening the balcony doors. We step outside, and the air is already a chilling breeze, blowing my hair in my face and causing me to shuffle from one step to the other.

"You cold?" he asks me, and I nod, not interested in lying when I'm clearly freezing my ass off.

He takes off his red polo shirt and drapes it over my shoulders, warming me up both on the inside and the outside. He's half naked; his chest bear, exposing the outline of abs over his stomach. He's leaner than I realize, but he still has some muscle on him, and... am I drooling? I think I'm drooling.

"You're not cold?" I ask him. "Thanks, but you must be cold. Goosebumps are bitches. Here, have your shirt back--"

"I don't want it. You need it more than I do." He steps closer to me.

"I don't need it," I lie, shivering. "You'll g-get cold."

He walks closer to me. I want him to take me into his arms, so, so badly.

"Warm me up then," he smirks.

My eyes grow wide. It's as if the air is becoming even more cold, and the wind hits me harder, making me stumble back just a bit. He catches me just in time, and I look up at him with a mixture of want and fear in my eyes.

"This," he whispers, before smashing his lips on to mine.

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