Wrecked Book 2
Wrecked
Book 2
By Rachel Hanna
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Miranda is coming.
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection as those words ran through my head over and over again. Somehow, I thought I
’
d gotten away from this moment. I had said my goodbyes years ago, prepared then and there at the funeral to deal with the wrath of Miranda
—
but it never came.
Miranda had a breakdown and never went. Instead, she was shipped off to relative's house in Maine. By the time she came back, I was already long gone.
Although I knew I deserved what was coming to me, I couldn
’
t deny the utter relief I experienced when I knew that she was sent away. It was like a stay of execution.
But I should have known better than to think it would last forever.
I had washed my hair the night before
—
I
’
d taken a
long
shower that night, actually
—
and let it dry as I slept so that I could straighten it before class this morning. Now it hung in long unruly curls that cascaded down way past my shoulders, the dark coloring more dynamic as different pieces caught the light.
Your hair
’
s so wild, Ri.
I shook my head and reached for my straightening iron. It took a long time to straighten, but it was worth it. There was a new image I had to maintain, and that meant a classy look to send that concept home.
By the time I was done, I looked like a presentable, everyday girl who was all about the books. But I didn
’
t feel like that girl. Instead, I felt like the girl who had ruined everything, done irreparable damage in the past and now was playing make believe to cover it up.
Turning away from the mirror, I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a white button down shirt with a vest. It was demure and completely boring. Sighing, I slipped on my sneakers, the only remnants of my high school days and headed downstairs, grabbing my backpack along the way.
The thing about having stuff going on was that school didn
’
t really care. It didn
’
t pause or give you a break. It just kept chugging along and if you were dumb enough to ask for a reprieve, it would just roll you right over.
I didn
’
t bother checking to see if Kass wanted to walk together today. She had texted me yesterday that she was having a
‘
James Day
’
and that she wouldn
’
t be home until late. Which meant that, assuming she was home, she wouldn
’
t be interested in going to morning classes. So I went alone.
The morning was chilly and damp from the storm yesterday.
My mind flashed back and I shook my head at how ridiculous I had been. Running around in the rain like my life was on the line. And why? To prove that Logan was really a bad guy after all. Except, I didn
’
t prove that at all. The people I spoke with, well, they had conflicting stories at best and in the end I was left with a bunch of pieces that didn
’
t fit together perfectly and the sinking suspicion that I had misjudged Logan.
And then we kissed.
He
’
d admitted to wanting to sleep with me and then we made out like wild animals and then it had turned into a huge fight. I
’
m not even sure
how
it happened. I just remember being angry with him, angry that he wouldn
’
t
…
that he wouldn
’
t touch me.
“
But he
’
ll touch
Lexie
,
”
I muttered to myself, crossing my arms over my chest.
But that wasn
’
t even the point. In the end, the point was that taunting Logan had pushed him a little far. Maybe too far. His fist slamming right beside my face had startled me and now I wasn
’
t sure if I wanted to delve any deeper into this idea of Logan.
My instincts had told me right off the bat to stay away from him. I
’
d ignored him and things were getting a little crazy because of it.
I
was getting a little crazy.
So I was going to have to call it: leave this one alone. My initial instincts were right, whether he got suspended for noble reasons or otherwise, he was volatile at best and dangerous at worst. That was the last thing I needed in my life.
Especially with Miranda coming.
I had to be on my best behavior to convince her that things were different now, that
I
was different. I didn
’
t have to be that girl anymore and I wouldn
’
t be.
So that was it. That was how I was going to make this all work. Look and act the part, be the reformed girl I know I could be, to prove to Miranda that I wouldn
’
t be wrecking any more lives. And stay the hell away from Logan, no matter how much I wanted to know what the rest of his story was.
It wasn
’
t worth it.
I walked the rest of the way to class feeling more confident.
I had everything worked out so perfectly, nothing could screw this up. All I had to do was practice a little self-restraint and avoidance. I
’
d been doing that since freshman year. Earlier, even, because I
’
d decided to turn my life around by the end of sophomore year of high school.
I was a model student now. I just had to maintain that.
Filled with determination, I walked into the school building, making a beeline for my classroom. But when I rounded the corner and it came into view, I froze.
Standing outside the door to my classroom as people moved past him, sending curious glances his way, was none other than Logan.
“
Shit.
”
I thought about turning around right then and there and not going to my class that day, but then remembered my determination to be a model student from here on out. I wasn
’
t going to do a very good job of that if I started skipping classes just because of something
…
inconvenient.
And that
’
s all he was, I told myself desperately. Just an inconvenience. Nothing more. I could handle a simple inconvenience.
So with a deep breath, I walked forward with straight shoulders and my chin up, determined to just ignore him as I headed to my class.
Probably it was only a coincidence he was there at all. It wasn
’
t even about me
—
“
Addy,
”
he said, as I tried to follow the other students who were just sliding past him into the classroom.
I was prepared to ignore him, despite the fact that when he called my name my heart skipped a beat, but I didn
’
t get the chance. He wasn
’
t going to let me just walk away from him. His hand reached out to slap flat palmed on the opposite door frame than the one he was standing by. The result was his arm creating a bar between me and the classroom.
I stopped right before I ran into him, but didn
’
t say anything or turn to face him. I just waited. If I ignored him long enough, maybe he would just let me go
…
It didn
’
t look like I was going to be so lucky, though.
“
Addy, we need to talk,
”
Logan said. His voice was still deep, but there was the barest hint of a pleading note there.
“
About what happened yesterday.
”
I resisted the urge to fidget, or look at him. Instead, I did my very best to remain absolutely still. I didn
’
t want to talk to him or deal with him and I
certainly
didn
’
t want to think about what happened yesterday
…
After a moment, he responded to my kiss, pushing me against the wall. He was hard and insistent, his tongue sliding into my mouth as I pulled him closer to me
—
I bit my lip. I wasn
’
t going to say anything. Not a damn thing. I
’
d decided he was trouble, and I
’
m sticking to that. I didn
’
t need this kind of drama and
—
“
What
’
s there to talk about?
”
I asked, wondering how it was that my mouth could just say things when I
’
d decided not to.
“
A lot, I think,
”
he answered.
“
Like about that kiss and what you want.
”
“
What I want?
”
I asked, surprised. It threw me off enough that I broke my second decree
—
that I wasn
’
t going to look at him
—
and turned to face him. I caught his storm cloud eyes staring at me intently and for a moment I found myself lost in them again.
How did that always happen?
“
Yeah,
”
I said, his voice low and a little calmer now that I was looking at him and responding to his words.
“
You said yesterday that I had no idea what you want, and when you kissed me
—”
I winced. He was right. I
had
initiated the kiss, though it had been more about proving a point. The point that he didn
’
t know me or the things I wanted or anything else.
Of course, that didn
’
t mean that I didn
’
t want the kiss or that I wasn
’
t lost in it or that I wouldn
’
t have let it go farther if the circumstances had been different.
“
When you kissed me, I realized that you
’
re right,
”
he finished after a long pause. He ran a hand through his long hair. It was half pulled back, the part that was down brushing along his broad shoulders.
“
I don
’
t know very much about you, but I know enough that I want to know more.
”
I shook my head. This wasn
’
t how I had planned for things to go. I was supposed to avoid him and he was supposed to decide that I wasn
’
t worth the trouble and we were both supposed to move on like nothing had ever happened.
