Don't Let Me Fall(13)

Matty is left staring at the two, wishing he were home.

“We’ll pick you up,” Dad said behind me. “It’s been awhile since I’ve done that.” Years is more like it. He hasn’t picked me up since I left for college. He picked me up

from home and dropped me off at the airport. Everyone was there except for Jacky. She was busy with classes already. She made up for it by picking me up at the airport when I came

back five months ago.

“Thanks, Dad,” I said walking out of the kitchen.

I’ll give him the money I made yesterday when I get back. First, I want to make sure I have a job. It would suck if I didn’t…

I walked over to the bus stop and started my day.

Aimee was sitting somewhere in the middle of the crowded lecture hall and she saved me a seat. I guess taking off my bra and not letting some hot * step on me gave me a few

points with her. She was all smiles and admiring eyes.

“Wearing a bra today?” she asked poking my boob with her pen.

“Yeah. I can take it off if you want,” I said back.

Aimee laughed and started typing something on her laptop then switching to drawing spirals on the notebook open in front of her. She wouldn’t stop poking my boobs with the pen too.

As I headed to my last class, I felt someone walk behind me. Call me paranoid but I don’t take being followed easily. I turned around abruptly and collided into a hard chest.

Strong hands grabbed my arms and pulled me forward.

“Whoa, next time a heads up would be nice,” Logan said looking down at me.

“Next time don’t f-ucking follow me,” I said shaking him off me. I adjusted my sweater and turned back around, annoyed. When I headed into class, I searched for an empty seat and

found two in the back. Great.

I sat my ass down and took out my laptop.

Jeaned legs rubbed against mine as the person walked by me to take up the last seat. I was busying checking an email about the American Red Cross blood drive coming up that I didn’

t notice the person sitting beside me was invading my personal space. And he smells really nice. Like sandalwood and laundry. I love smelling fabric softener.

“Donating blood?”

I whipped my head to the left and stared at Logan.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

“Skipping class,” he said shrugging his shoulders and leaning back into the seat beside me. “You seemed so nice in the hall that I got the vibe you wanted to invite me but got

shy.”

I rolled my eyes and opened up a new word document. If I could just close my laptop, smack him with it and walk away, I would.

“Why aren’t you like other girls?” Logan asked glancing at me sideways. “You don’t put yourself out there and I noticed that Aimee is the only person you talk to.”

“Wow, thanks,” I said. I wouldn’t even talk to her but she likes to be all up in my business and pull me into her so we’re joined at the hip.

“What’s with the sweaters? And the attitude?”

I’m a bitch.

“You should wear your hair up. Show off the tattoo.”

I sighed and turned to him.

“Do you want to have sex with me? Is that why you won’t leave me alone?” I asked. His eyes dropped to my lips. “Look, you’re nice looking and all but it’s not going to happen.

”

His eyes shot back up and he said, “Why not?”

“Because I know your name,” I said, dryly.

Double eyebrows raised. Three points for me.

Logan was quiet for a few seconds as he looked around the class. When his eyes landed on me, my heart stopped. I know it’s coming. Just call me a slut. A whore. Worthless.

It should have been me. That’s what they all say.

“Wear your hair up,” Logan said standing up.

As he shuffled out of the row of seats, he leaned into me and pecked my lips quickly. “Have fun, fake girlfriend.”

What. The. f-uck.

He walked out of class before I could even say anything. When I glanced around to see if anyone saw that, a pair of green eyes found mine. Shit. It’s the girl that Logan brought

into Curry and then ditched because he kissed me.

Asshole used me again.

f-uck this.

I shut my laptop and stuck it into my bag. I slipped out of class unnoticed, except by the girl who is still staring at me, and walked down the hall until I got to the stairs.

I caught Logan’s hand on the railing a floor below me.

“Logan,” I called out.

He stopped walking and tilted his head back to see me.

I jogged down the stairs and stopped in front of him.

“I don’t care if your latest hookup is in my class. Don’t f-ucking kiss me. I already told you,” I snapped.

I threw my leg back and kneed him in the groin. He bent over and used the railing for support as he groaned in pain.

I hope I made myself clear.

I walked down the flights of stairs and walked out of the building. I know what we’re doing in class already. I can catch up later. I walked around campus until I hopped on a bus

and stopped near Happy Hour. Peyton was talking to a guy at the bar when his eyes flicked over to me.

He stood up straight and walked away from the customer.