Chapter Thirteen - "Don't Touch Me."
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Avery's P.O.V

"Everyone head on the bus!" Mrs Neale says, ushering everyone onto the yellow bus. I step on and immediately take the seat at the back, placing my bag next to me to save myself from anyone who would want to sit next to me.

I sigh and make sure my sunglasses are sitting perfectly on the top of my head and I tighten my ponytail, letting my brown hair rest on my shoulder.

I am wearing short blue denim shorts and a black singlet and underneath, I am wearing my orange bikini. This bikini is actually my favorite since it has black stripes around the edge of the bikini so yeah, I really like this one.

Since Claire is not in my sport class, I am stuck by myself at the back but I don't mind that much since I like to be by myself most of the time but when I am alone for a long period of time, I begin to get lonely and thats where Claire steps in but sadly, it's just me and my earphones today.

"Okay, before we head off, make sure you all are seated during the ride. It will probably take an hour or so until we reach the beach so yeah, I'm just letting you all know." Mrs Neale says and the students groan when they hear about how long it will take until we get there. I just nod to myself and place my earphones in my ears as the bus starts to move.

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"Come on, I'm hungry!" Peter whines, trying to grab my bag again. I shake my head and laugh, bringing my bag closer to me.

"You should've brought your own food." I say and Peter groans.

Peter is the prankster at school. He is the one that usually makes the teachers pull their own hair out of their heads but on the other hand, he makes the students laugh until tears start to form and your stomach starts to hurt. I have only talked to Peter once or twice but that was only a small conversation but now on the bus, we talk so much more and I don't even know why.

"I did but that fat shit at it all." Peter says, pointing to Terry who was smirking at the blonde next to him. I roll my eyes and push Peter's shoulder.

"You have a mouth." I say and Peter rolls his eyes. Before Peter could say anything, Terry cut in, a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, to suck dick with." Terry says and everyone on the bus breaks into laughter from the joke. Peter glares at Terry and he mouths something to him before turning back to me.

"I am so burying his face into the sand." Peter grumbles and I laugh, shaking my head at him.

"Your so childish."

"You know it, cupcake." Peter says, winking in a flirty way before laughing. I shove him softly before bursting out laughing.

Why can't all people be as funny and cheerful as this guy?

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"Oh my god, we are here!" A girl says, looking out the window as we pull up to the beach. As soon as the bus stops, everyone runs out, screaming and cheering. I grab my bag and walk off the bus after thanking the driver who smiled in reply. Mrs Neale grabs her own bag and tells us to gather in a lage group.

"Before you all run off, we are going to lay down some rules. Number one: stay on this side of the beach. Number two: don't wonder around. Number three: no stupid behavior. Number four: if you need to go to the bathroom or something, notify me first so I know where you are. Number five: no sex on the beach. Who knows what you teenagers do nowadays..." Mrs Neale shakes her head in disappointment. Everyone nods and when Mrs Neale sends us off to the beach, we all start running.

I place my towel in the middle of the beach and sit on the towel, deciding to leave my singlet and shorts on until I want to go into the water. I quickly rub sunscreen over my body and place my sunglasses over my eyes, my earphones in my ears.

Just as I am about to close my eyes, a shadow blocks out the sun from shining on me and I groan, taking off my sunglasses to see who the person is.

"Hi." Logan mumbles and I glare at him.

"Bye." I reply, giving him the cold shoulder. Just as I am about to place my sunglasses on, Logan crouches down and grabs my wrist, stopping me. I hiss and slap his hand off me, still glaring at him.

"Don't touch me." I say and Logan sighs, rubbing his hands together.

"Can we talk?" Logan asks and I shrug, looking around.

"I don't know. I mean, we are talking right now, aren't we?" I ask sarcastically, frowning at him. Logan rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Privately." Logan says and I look at him before standing up, grabbing my belongings and following behind him as he walks in a steady pace.

Why does he want to talk to me now? It's nearly been a week or so and he hasn't even bothered to reply to my messages or anything. What the hell made him come up to me just seconds ago and ask he is could talk to me? If I was angry at Logan, I probably would've just ignored him but I'm not. I don't even know what I feel towards him. I know I am angry and annoyed but that's only because he was giving me the cold shoulder for a week but on other days, I am curious about everything which made me follow him.

Logan stops at the top of a grassy hill which looks over the beach and I sit down next to him, awkward playing with the hem of my black singlet.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you." Logan starts and I look at him, my eyebrow slightly raised.

"Really? Oh I thought that would never come out of your mouth." I say, rolling my eyes as I look at the waves which calmed me down a little.

A little.

"Please be serious with this." Logan says, frowning at me. I just nod and wait for him to continue.

"I ignored you because I was ashamed of what I did. I didn't want to be around you at the time because I hated myself. I knew I shouldn't have done it but I done it anyway and I felt so bad. I still feel bad." Logan starts and I nod, not bothering to say anything.

"Do you want to know?" Logan asks and I look at him, ny eyebrow rasied.

"What is it? Did you rape me or something?" I ask and Logan looks at me for a second and I gap at him, trying not to think about the thought that was telling me that he did take advantage of me while I passed out.

"No, no, no. I didn't take advantage of you." Logan clears up and I sigh in relief.

Thank god.

"I... I helped Katie get her revenge. The photo that she took of us in the bed together... she used that to show how much of a slut-"

"I know why she did it- wait... you helped her?" I ask, biting my lip. Logan nods slowly and I suck in a deep breath, trying not to lash out but it is too late.

I scream out incoherent words as loud as I can, ignoring the looks that everyone on the beach gave me.

"I'm sorry. I know you hate her but remember, I had drinks too-"

"Don't bother explaining yourself." I say, raising my hand up to Logan's face.

Logan is the reason I punched Katie in the face. Logan is the reason I was suspended for four days. Logan is the reason why I am now doing cheerleading. Logan, Logan, Logan!

"I want nothing to do with you." I say slowly and Logan tries to stop me from standing but I push his hand away.

"Stay away from me, Logan." I say and walk to my previous spot on the beach.

Logan is the reason why my past few weeks have changed into something I wished never happened.

Logan fucking Maddox.

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Short chapter again. I'm sorry but I'm really tired. I hope you like the chapter!

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