Lethal Friends

Just a Towel

I raced through the halls chasing after my enemy. My feet slipped on the tile every once in a while still wet from my shower. I held the towel against my body in a death-grip. I had promised Logan that he wouldn't get any more shows and I was keeping to that, and that included the rest of the guys in the school too. Logan turned out of the West wing and near the principles office. A number of boys stuck their heads out of the classrooms lining the hall and wolf-whistled.

Middle Finger meet Jerks 1 through 1000. Get ready to do your worst.

From behind my hand a number of the boys called out, "Ooohhhh, feisty."

You'd be feisty too, if someone stole your clothes and you were running around school in a towel. I scowled; I was going to KILL Logan next time I got the chance. ABSOLUTELY, KILL HIM.

"Logan, you asshole, give those back to me right now." I was starting to breathe heavier now from running for so long and not being used to it, but he didn't seem to slow down or get tired. Damn him, why did he have to be more athletic than me. All those girls probably keep him in shape- ew London don't think about that. I cringed at my own thoughts. I didn't want to be thinking that right now or any other time.

"Oh I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said turning around abruptly and standing still.

SMACK! I ran straight into his rock hard chest and fell on my butt. I scrambled to pull the towel back down over where it had crept up my legs exposing my thigh. I growled trying to sound threatening. I probably look more like a wet angry cat. How wonderful.

"Are these the clothes you want back?" He smirked infuriatingly and held them as high as he could over his head and shook them baiting me to jump. He was toying with me. I slowly stood up and gave him the most withering look I could muster.

"Oh somebody looks mad, did you forget to take your pills again this morning?"

HOW DARE HE. Some people actually struggled with that and he had the audacity to mock me about it.

"Logan when I was forced into this war this is not what I was agreeing to." I reached expirementily to see if I could possibly grab my clothes. Dang nope not happening. I didn't even bother jumping, I was only 5 foot 2 and he was almost 6 foot, there was no way I was going to be able to jump that and the height of his arm combined.

"Oh sweetheart, I tried to tell you there were rules. You didn't want to listen. And you proved yourself, 'ANYTHING GOES,'. You were asking for it and you still are."

His eyes narrowed and I copied him; a face off, hey?

"You want to test me?" I asked in a quiet and deadly tone.

He shrugged as if it didn't matter and then turned tail and ran once again.

"COWARD! CAN'T EVEN FACE YOUR ENEMY HEAD TO HEAD!" I shouted after his retreating body. I ran after him anyways, heading towards two big double doors. Wait where did those lead again?

"Enemy? I thought we said we were frenemies. Do I mean that little to you now?" Logan said sarcastically and pouting. As if it really mattered- we were still at each other's throats whenever we crossed paths.

"Uuuggghhhh, Logan just give me back my clothes!" I cried out in frustration.

"Just one more tour, princess, I promise." I growled at the term of endearment. It was only mockery when coming from his lips.

He paused just outside the double doors as if he was considering something but it didn't last long. Throwing an evil grin over his shoulder he threw open the doors and raced inside. The doors shut quickly so I couldn't quite see what was inside and I heard echoey shouts of surprise. Being curious and of course wanting my clothes I followed.

That's when I realized Logan had lead me right into the middle of the grade 12 boy's gym class. Well s**t.

My knuckles were white as I gripped my towel as close to me as I could and I'm sure my face was a similar colour, drained of everything in horror.

All of the guys, most of them really good looking and a few shirtless, stopped everything immediately and ignored Logan to look at me. Under any other circumstance I would have been flattered by the checking out they were doing, but at the moment I felt like I was being eye-r***d. It was not a nice feeling and I did not want them to look at me but I couldn't move. I was frozen where I stood. Hadn't they any decency? No these were 17/18 year old guys we were talking about.

My gaze narrowed in and locked on the cause of all of this t*****e. Logan.  Oh holy hell of satanic ice cream with cherries on top, was he going to pay.

A few of the boys started to laugh and tried to cover it up, slapping their hands to their mouths, but still none of them moved to help me. Assholes, every one of them, asses. No matter how good you look none of you will ever be considered gentlemen. Among them was Ryker. He wasn't looking at me, though, like the rest of the guys, but he was looking at Logan and walked over to him to give him a high five and a wink.

"Worked like a charm," he said to Logan.

Oh he approved of this did he? Well looks like I would have to take back what I said this morning and go up against him too. If he helped Logan then he was a part of this war too. I was going to have to step up my game. I was up against two rebel boys now. And they were willing to do things like this.

I stamped my foot down in frustration, where in the name of all heavenly things above was their teacher? Of course nowhere to be found. It looked like I was going to have to handle this on my own then.

I walked slowly towards Logan and thought of all the things I could outwit him with. There wasn't much and I hated that. But I did know one thing. It was mean, but I didn't have anything else to rely on and I knew it would work.

I inched closer getting as close as I knew he would allow me. The guys all around us oohed and called out things out like, "Ahh it's a lovers quarrel " and "How can you bare all that s****l tension?". I threw a mean death glare at the guy who said that one. There was no s****l tensions here, only murder plans and escape routes.

"Logan," I started quietly, and his eyes turned to slits suspiciously. He held the clothes far out from my reach.

Oh the devil, little sh*t head, asshole, son of a- a string of curses flooded through my mind as I tried to keep calm and look him in the eyes.  Oh but those eyes so-STOP! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT HIS b****y EYES FOR? My brain was on overdrive right now.

"When we were at Target..." I trailed off for a second trying not to trip on my words, distracted by our proximity.

"Don't bring that up, unless you're willing to sign your own death wish and warrant," he growled. He looked like an angry dog. And I was the wet cat. What a perfect pair.

"Why were you so put-off by Conner. He's only an eight-year old. Why were you so freaked out?" My words struck a chord and his arm was lowering slightly, but I wasn't thinking clearly and didn't try to grab them. We were both distracted by my words. Saying them out loud, I hadn't realized how much the words rang true.

His eyes turned almost to black in their stormy state and I realized maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. But, then again what could be worse then standing only in a towel in the middle of a gym with 25 guys staring at you? Not much- even going into territories signed off-limits by Logan.

"Guess what? I found your nose. It was in my business again, London." He threw my own name at me menacingly, like it was an insult. I rolled my eyes.

"Give us a twirl, Barbie girl!" One of the guys shouted laughing. 

"SHUT UP," Logan and I both shouted at the same time. I looked back at him. Why would he care what that guy asked me to do? He did lead me here in the first place, after-all. What did he expect the guys to say?

I glanced down at his arm, it was almost all the way down, if I jumped before he looked back I could definitely grab it and go. I stretched out my hand knowing I had but a second to do this when the double doors flew open.

Mr. Weldam stalked into the gym looking down at his clipboard. Every person froze where they stood. I hoped against hope he wouldn't look up, but I knew it was hopeless.

"Alright, boys, I talked to coach and he said..." He looked up. Crap. Crap. Crap.

"What the hell do you kids think you're doing?" He looked angry, really angry. Like red-face-smoke-coming-out-of-his-ears angry.

"Logan Hunt, huh, I've heard things about you boy. Do the clothes you're holding belong to the young lady? The one in only a towel?"

He nodded stiffly and looked at me like it was my fault. You stole my clothes! This was not my fault.

"Well give them back to her! NOW!" Mr. Weldam shouted, and as Logan dutifully gave them to me the teacher walked over to the huddle of Logan and I. 

"Two weeks detention, for that. And you had better show up or else." He said threateningly. Then he turned his gaze on me and I gulped. 

"That outfit is unsuitable and highly inappropriate for you to be walking around school with, miss...?"

"Lon-London Brighten, sir," were my legs shaking? I sure hope not. And I prayed that nobody could see them if they were.

"Well Miss Brighten, that will be detention till Friday, for ignoring the dress code." My mouth hung open. That was ridiculous.

"Bu-But sir, Logan is the one who stole my clothes. How can I wear them if-" I started.

"Judging from your appearance I'm guessing you came from the girls locker room after swim tryouts that just took place. And if we assume there are other girls in this school that tried out-and I dare say there probably were- than I'm sure one of them would have been nice enough to lend you their clothes. Until, that is you had the chance to obtain your own."

Oh. Autumn had tried....

I was so stupid sometimes. I could have saved myself so much more embarrassment....

"Alright, I mean yes sir." He nodded and gave me a pitiful look knowing he had to do that but it still sucked.

"Now get to class, both of you. NOW!" Even the little hairs on his crew cut head shook and stood on end at the force of his words. I obediently started to head towards the doors. I knew Logan was close behind because I could feel the anger radiating off him.

"Wanna come over tonight wearing that outfit, darling?" One of the jock cried out.

I ignored the call and walked into the hall praying the bell wouldn't ring until I could get to a bathroom.

"This is all your fault," Logan growled from two steps behind me. I whirled around. 

Un-Freaking-Believable.

"If you hadn't-" he started but I wouldn't let him finish.

"If I hadn't what Logan? If I hadn't moved here? How would you want me to stop that? I had to come here. I had no choice. You being my egotistical and p*****t of a neighbour only brought this all down upon yourself. At least you weren't standing almost n***d surrounded by a bunch of guys in a sweaty smelly gym."

He walked towards me making me twitch wanting to walk away. I tried my best not to move, to show him he didn't make me feel threatened. The clothes were clenched tight in my hands anyways giving away my anger and- I hated to admit this- little but of fear.

He stepped even closer, and I swear if he leaned down to my height our noses would be touching. "Yeah, a lot of things always end up being my fault, sweetheart, and this time doesn't appear any different. But this is a two part battle. So once you fought back I had no choice but to do something bigger and better. Because a war is a war and all of this is just as much of your responsibility as it is mine."

What a jerk. I searched his eyes for any ounce of an apology he might actually be feeling but not saying out loud. There wasn't anything there. He was cold. Stone cold. And he thought we could be frenemies.

"Go to hell, Hunt." I said walking away and heading towards the nearest bathroom not bothering to hear his response. It cut through my thoughts anyways.

"As you once said, 'Where do you think I came from?'"and I could sense his sickly sweet smile that went with the words.