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Being Their's

Lilliana's mom always thinks about herself, never her own daughter. So, when she gets married and moves them again to a new town, Lilliana never expects she will become happier than she has been in years. Her new stepbrother Ryder can't stand seeing Lilly with her five new 'boyfriends." Ryder makes her his. Then the other two stepbrothers come home for Christmas break and things get even hotter. How is she going to handle being with three guys, when she has never even had a real boyfriend? Only thing she knows for sure is she loves Being Their's!
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Chapter 3

“Unfortunately, all of your classes are pretty spread out over campus so it will be a lot of walking.” Logan says with a laugh, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I give him a genuine smile. “That’s okay, I enjoy walking.” Which is true I do love to walk, I even go jogging sometimes. I haven’t in a while but maybe I can start up again.

At the bottom of the hill we go through another set of double doors which lead inside to a smaller version of the building at the top of the hill. “English is down here.” Logan says as we make our way into a small classroom.

Everyone goes quiet and stares at us. The teacher sets her book down. “Logan Stout you are late.” A middle-aged woman with red hair says. “Sorry Ms. Nichols. I was helping Lilly get her schedule and stuff.”

Ms. Nichols narrows her eyes at me, and I suddenly feel very aware of Logan’s hand still holding mine. “Sit in any of the empty seats Lilly and welcome to my class. I will not tolerate any more tardiness.”

I nod and Ms. Nichols picks her book up and starts where she left off. Logan gently pulls me towards the back. Logan nods his head at a brown-haired boy sitting at the back who quickly picks his stuff up and moves to another desk.

Logan sits in a desk at the back and pulls the now empty desk closer to his before I have a chance to sit down. He winks at me, and I blush as I take a seat next to him. Ms. Nichols watches us for a minute but doesn’t say anything about the desks.

I don’t have a book for this class yet so I try to pay close attention to what the teacher is saying, taking notes the best, I can for being thrown into the middle of a book I’ve never read before. I feel Logan’s hand slide onto my thigh, and I can’t help but tense up. Logan smirks but doesn’t move his hand.

The next three classes before lunch go pretty much the same as the first. Lots of stares and glares. Logan had me sit next to him in all three classes, either holding my hand or putting his hand on my thigh. Which I have to admit was pretty distracting, especially when his hand slid a little higher each class.

Brandon, Calvin, Harrison and Aaron were in a couple of the classes, but we didn’t get much of a chance to talk. Logan kept me pretty distracted.

It is finally lunch and I am starving. Logan wraps his arm around my shoulder as the bell dismisses the last class before lunch. “You ready to get some food?” Logan asks in his deep sexy voice.

“Yes, please I am starving.”

Logan laughs. “Luckily we have some pretty decent food in our cafeteria.”

“Thank God. My last school’s food sucked.”

Logan laughs as we make our way back down the hill towards the cafeteria building. I was amazed when we stepped through the cafeteria doors. It looked more like a food court than a school cafeteria. There are five different food stations to choose from.

“Wow. This is fancy.” I say looking around.

Logan laughs. “Yeah, it’s like the nicest thing about our school.”

Overwhelmed by choices I decided to get some pizza. It seemed like the safe choice. “Come on.” Logan says as he heads towards the back door of the cafeteria.

“Where are we going?” I ask slightly confused.

Logan doesn’t answer, instead he winks and heads outside to a large

grassy area with trees and picnic tables. Wow even outside is nice here. Logan heads towards a picnic table in the middle of everything and I see all the guys from this morning.

“Hey Lilly.” Calvin says with a wink.

“Hey guys.” I say waving.

“How’s your first day going?” Harrison asks.

I look to Logan for a second and he smiles at me. “It’s been good, so far. Best first day I have ever had at a new school.”

Logan sits down on the top of the picnic table and I go to sit next to Brandon, but he grabs my waist and pulls me down in between his legs on the bench, making me squeal. Brandon laughs and shakes his head.

The guys all smirk and share a look with each other. I wonder what that’s all about. Logan and the guys start talking about practice and stuff this afternoon and I get a little lost listening to them banter back and forth.

A cold breeze blows through and I shiver. I really wish I would have worn something warmer. “Hey, are you cold?” Logan leans down to whisper in my ear.

“I’m okay.” I say turning to give him a smile.

“Here.” Logan says pulling his hoody off and handing it to me.

Blushing I take the hoody and slip it over my head. I honestly wasn’t sure it would fit but it’s actually a little loose. “Thanks.” I say with a smile. Logan leans forward and puts his chin on my head and his arms around me.

“It looks good on you.” Logan says against my ear and I get a chill that has nothing to do with the cold.

The guys watch our exchange with smirks, and I suddenly feel self-conscious. I have never had this much attention from guys at any school.

As the end of lunch approaches Logan shifts topics. “Hey Harrison, you are in Digital Communications next right?”

Harrison nods. “Yeah man, why what’s up?”

“Lilly is in that class too. Would you mind taking her?” Logan asks giving me a gentle squeeze.

Harrison smiles at me. “Well of course. You ready to go Lilly? Lunch is almost over.”

“Umm, yeah.” I say and I try to stand up. Logan reluctantly let’s go of me. “See you guys later.” I smile and wave to everyone.

Harrison throws his arm around my shoulder, and I can’t help but glance back at Logan who is giving Harrison death glares.

“So, you and Logan?” Harrison asks casually.

“What do you mean?” I say blushing.

“You guys a thing?” Harrison says with a smirk.

A thing? How can we be a thing? We just met this morning. “We just met this morning; I don’t think we are a thing.” I say and I feel heat creeping up my neck.

Harrison smirks. “If you say so. I have never seen Logan act so

possessive over anyone ever.”

Possessive? Over me? Butterflies flutter in my stomach and I can’t help but smile. I feel Harrison tighten his arm around my shoulders and I look up at him. “I think I should warn you. Your lovely stepbrother is also in this class.”

Ryder? Really? Damn, I was hoping I could avoid him all day. I was lucky up until now. Harrison laughs. “It’s not that bad. You can sit by me, and we can act like he doesn’t exist.”

I smile up at him. “Okay.”

The classroom is dark and full of computers. “I sit in the back.” Harrison says as he guides me to the back row.

Harrison sits in front of the computer in the back right corner of the room. I take the seat next to him. Harrison helps me sign in and get on the right website. “The teacher is always a little late.”

The door opens and I think it’s going to be the teacher but instead it’s Ryder and a skinny brunette that has her arm wrapped around his waist like she might fall down if she lets go of him.

Ryder and the girl I’m assuming is his girlfriend walk towards the back row and sit in the aisle opposite of me. I watch as Ryder takes the seat on the aisle and his girlfriend takes the seat next to him. I wish he was worse looking, but unfortunately, he is gorgeous. He has shaggy black hair, dark brown eyes and a muscular tan built. Too bad he is a dick. He catches me looking at him and I immediately look away, turning my attention back to Harrison.

Harrison pulls my chair closer to him, and I smile when he puts his hand on my thigh. “So do you have a boyfriend?”

“Do you think I would let you and Logan touch me like this if I had a boyfriend?” I say in a flirtatious tone.

“I mean some girls don’t mind, even if they have a boyfriend.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help but laugh. “Well I don’t have a boyfriend.” I have never had a boyfriend. I don’t tell him that part though.

“Good.” Harrison leans in closer and I feel his breath on my ear. “I guess you don’t mind if I do this then.”

I give him a confused look, but before I can ask what he means I feel his hand slide much higher on my thigh sending a chill through my body. I suck in a sharp breath. Before he can get any higher, I put my hand on his and give him a look. He just winks at me in return.

“Is the teacher ever going to come in?” I ask Harrison.

Harrison shrugs. “Honestly probably not. He hardly ever actually shows up.”

“Oh. Well what do we do then?”

“Pretty much this.” He says waving a hand around the room. Everyone is playing on their phones and talking.

I can’t help but laugh. “Well okay then.”

I glance over at Ryder and his girlfriend. His girlfriend is jabbering on

about who knows what, but he isn’t paying any attention. Instead, he is staring at me, with the most intense stare I have ever seen. I don’t know whether to stare back or look away. Harrison moves his hand higher up on my thigh and I jump.

Ryder’s attention drops down to my thigh, and he narrows his eyes at me. “Why is he staring at you?” Harrison whispers in my ear and I finally look away from Ryder.

“I think he’s staring at your hand on my thigh.” I whisper back to Harrison, and he smiles at me.

“Let him stare.” Harrison whispers back to me.

I glance back at Ryder one last time who is still staring and turn my attention to Harrison who wraps his arms around my waist to pull me closer. “You know we could give him something else to stare at us about.” Harrison says with a mischievous smile.

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