Love to Hate You.

tray lock of hair

n tonight

that feeling. The one you get when you're out with someone new, and you'r

. That little voice inside my head is scr

shoving the key into the

o each other's eyes. Have I mentioned that Logan has the dreamiest eyes? T

the first th

se

he's

with perfectly styled blond hair and an athletic build that's not overly muscular. I'm a

ne line betw

o do is jump the gun. This is only the third time we've hung out together, but so far, it

he seems to retu

were a betting woman, I'd say the odds were in my favor. After all, it's almost ten o'c

o we can get to know each other better. Since he lives at the Pi Kappa house, the idea of going

ince I only live a few blocks from campus, police patrol the area on a re

no tha

ets us. But I refrain, wanting to play it cool. Instead, I turn

re on the

le. Do you want something to drink?" I head to the kitchen which is separated from the

dorably, he shoves his hands into the pocke

ted to do a little happy dance in the kitchen but I'm afraid he'll

ally nice pla

st moved in a

private bathroom all to myself. The living room has a small dining room connected to it. While the kitchen is

led on the couch. He's tall. Probably around six feet. His legs are stretched out in fr

the coffee table. Then he relaxes on the couch and throws an arm across the top of the

ps to his lips. We've kissed a fe

ng him the green light to lea

t I hop

my cheek as the arm around my

e murmurs, gradually

an, there hasn't been much making out going o

he mood, so I'm not going to dwell on her. All my thoughts are on Logan

g room is flooded with bright light. Logan and I leap apart like guilty teenagers who've just been

t t

leaning against the wall with his arms crossed ove

dam

have know

. Or better known as th

ell is he

oah and holding court with his fan club. I overhear

eavesd

e, as

humph out an irritated breath for all the good it did m

any clothes. How did I miss that? He casually rests against the wall in a

h

h

e

ne needs to shoot me and put me out of

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