Chapter Eleven - "I Hate Cats."
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Avery's P.O.V

"I... It's best if you don't know."

What the hell is that suppose to mean? Does that mean something did happen that I don't know about because I passed out as soon as I touched the bed? Of course something happened because he would tell me if it didn't. Besides, he was laying in the bed with me when I found the photos all over the school so something did happen.

Liar.

"Avery! Get your ass down here!" I hear my father yell and I sigh, hopping out of my bed and running down the stairs to see my father waiting for me with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What is the meaning of this?" My father asks, flashing a piece of paper in my face. I knew it was about the suspension but I grab the paper anyway, reading the heading of the letter.

Yep, it is about the suspension.

"I got suspended, duh?" I say, rolling my eyes. I am too tired to deal with my father right now so I got straight to the point.

"No shit." My father says, narrowing his eyes at me.

"So, what is much consequence going to be now? Mowing the lawn? Cleaning the dishes? Hanging out the washing? Scrubbing the toilet?" I say, counting the duties on my fingers. My father let's out a groan and I watch as he runs his hands down his face.

"Your such a pain. No, I'm not going to make you do any of that. Instead, I have a way better idea." My father says, a small grin starting to form. My straight face turns to shock.

Oh hell no.

Okay, your probably thinking I'm a mind reader but I'm not. I just know what he is going to say since I remember him talking about it to me a few months ago.

"Don't-"

"I'm going to make you try out for the cheerleading team." My father says and I gap at him.

No, no, no!

"No, please! Anything but that." I whine, pouting at my father. You would think that your father would say either football or soccer, not cheerleading because your father would think that it is dangerous and inappropriate because of what they wear but no, my father is different. He wants me to be like my mom who was the cheerleading captain back in high school. My mom agrees too, saying that it is a fun sport and it can help you stay fit. I only know my father is saying this because he knows I want nothing to do with the girls in the cheerleading squad. He is only doing this to torture me.

Yeah, my family is strange.

"No, Avery. I have told you plenty of times. You have to learn to behave and not start fights with people at school. I am only doing this because I know you don't want to do it and this is a way of teaching you to behave so you know not to be violent or misbehave again." My father says and I shake my head.

"Its not going to work. You know that!" I say, frustrated. I grip at my hair and my father shakes his head.

"I'll make it work." My father says, his face turning serious. I groan and turn on my heel walking up the stairs.

"I'm not doing it!" I yell before slamming my door.

"Yes you fucking are!" My father yells back and I groan again, punching my pillow repeatedly before falling asleep on my bed.

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Claire-Bear: I'm coming over this afternoon, okay?

Me: Yeah whatever.

Claire-Bear: What's up with you? Oh it's the cheerleading thing, aye?

Me: Nah, it's the fact that I was created and brought into the world.

Claire-Bear: I honestly don't know if that was sarcasm because I can't read sarcasm over text.

Me: Yes, its the cheerleading thing.

Claire-Bear: I knew it. I tell you what, I'll join it with you so it won't be that bad.

Me: Your dad won't let you.

Claire-Bear: I'll ask him now.

I place my phone on my bed and take out my hair tie, wrapping it around my wrist. I take my brush and start to brush my hair.

"Avery, I'm leaving now!" I hear my mom yell from the living room.

"Okay!" I yell back and tie my hair in a bun.

"Try not to mess up the house!" My mom yells and I roll my eyes. The front door closes and I let out a sigh, checking my phone to see if Claire has messaged me back yet. When I see no message, I sigh again and walk to the bathroom, deciding to have a quick shower.

I turn on my speaker and since the memory card is still in the speaker, making me sigh in relief, I let the songs play while I hop in the shower.

"I think I've had enough. I might get a little drunk." I sing, washing my hair as I hum the lyrics to Four Five Seconds by Rihanna, Kanye West and Paul McCartney.

I start to think about Logan again and I let out a frustrated sigh. I still don't know what he could have meant. Why the hell won't he tell me anyway? It's not like he raped me while I was... no, that doesn't sound like Logan at all. If it isn't that then what could it be? He secretly kissed me while I passed out? I actually wouldn't care if I did that. I mean, I did dream about him nearly kissing me. I still can't believe I dreamt that.

Ugh, why won't you tell me Logan Maddox? What's the big secret?

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"Hey, mother fuck-" Claire greets and I immediately hush her, holding the bat closer to me. Claire looks at the bat then at my face, confusion filling her face.

"What the hell-"

"Shh!" I hush Claire again, placing my finger just in front of her lips. Claire shakes her head and walks into the house, placing her bag on the counter.

"Why are you acting like their is a robber in the house?" Claire asks and I roll my eyes.

"I heard a noise in my mom's room but I'm too scared to-"

"I'll do it!" Claire immediately jumps up and takes the bat out of my hand. She begins to walk up the stairs and I follow behind her. Claire was into the whole mystery and crime stuff so that's why she jumped before.

"Okay, I'm about to open the door." Claire says and I watch her as she pushes the door open slowly. Almost immediately, a small kitten runs out of the room and I gap, watching as the ginger kitten runs down the hall and into my room.

"I thought you said you heard something... as in a crash sound or glass breaking." Claire says, clearly disappointed. I look at my room and start to walk towards it, entering my room.

"Well sorry I didn't explain my sentence in more detail." I say sarcastically and look under my bed to see the kitten against the wall in a ball.

"Come help me." I call out and Claire laughs.

"No thanks. I hate cats."

"Technically, it's a kitten so..." I say, looking back at her with a grin. Claire rolls her eyes and sighs, crouching beside me. She looks under the bed and groans.

"Its so far." Claire says and I chuckle.

"Drama queen." I say before reaching my arms out towards the kitten. Suddenly, I feel a rough, small tongue lick my finger and I grab the kitten gently before pulling it out from under the bed. I hold it in my arms as it begins to claw at my jumper. I laugh at the cute little fur ball.

"Are you keeping that?" Claire asks and I shrug.

"I don't know yet. By the way, it is a girl." I say and Claire rolls her eyes, looking at the small ginger kitten.

"Whatever but if you do keep it, your better not replace me with her." Claire says and I look at her, my eyebrow raised.

"Really, Claire?" I ask and Claire nods.

"I'm serious." Claire says and I roll my eyes.

"Okay, I wont. So, what did your dad say about the cheerleading thing?" I ask, changing the subject. I place the kitten on my bed and she cuddles up with my pillow, probably trying to get warmth. I pull the blanket over her just a little and watch as her bright blue eyes are no longer visible. I smile.

"Well, after many pleads and begs, he finally said yes. I told my mom and she said yes almost immediately. So, all we have to do is try out for the stupid team." Claire says and I nod.

"Anything happen at school today?" I ask and Claire shrugs.

"Katie's friends weren't there and the boys weren't that annoying to me that much but Logan... he didn't come to school. I wonder why that is." Claire says, slightly frowning at me. I gap at her and roll my eyes.

"Claire, he is a bad boy. He probably skips heaps of days off school. What do you expect? That he didn't go because I wasn't there?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. Claire shrugs and sits on my bed.

"I don't know, I just find it wierd, that's all." Claire says and I roll my eyes.

"Mhm." I hum, gathering my paper that is sprawled across my desk and placing them in a neat pile at the corner of my desk.

While doing this, I couldn't help but ask myself about Logan's whereabouts.

Oh who cares, he is probably doing what he usually does which is screwing girls like the player he is.

User.

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Hello people! Third update in a row, yay! Am I on a roll or what? Ha, jokes but anyway, did you like the chapter? Remember, in chapter eight, Avery missed out on Claire's birthday so Claire is throwing a party so remember that. I probably won't include it in the book, I'll just summarise it but yeah.

By the way, why do you think happened between Logan and Avery? Thoughts?

Please vote and comment. Have a great week, everyone!

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