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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 2

Calvin is the next to chime in. "We all play football except for this loser right here." He says slapping Aaron on the shoulder.

Aaron punches his shoulder and laughs "Fuck you dude. You guys are just mad that I am the basketball star and you guys are stuck playing grab ass with each other on the football field."

I can't help but laugh watching their exchange. "So, you play basketball?" I ask giggling.

Aaron smiles at me. "Yeah, it's much better than football."

Logan rolls his eyes but even he can't help but laugh. "That's awesome." I say laughing as all the guys

continue punching each other and slapping each other's shoulders.

Aaron winks at me. "You will have to come watch me play sometime."

"Ummm, I'm not really big on sports. I have never really been a huge fan." I say with an apologetic smile.

Calvin gasps and slaps a hand over his chest. "I am so offended. Now you have to come watch me play. Let me change your mind."

All the guys nod in agreement. "Fine, I will think about it."

Logan smiles and casually places his hand on my thigh. "I hope you will come see us play."

Butterflies flutter in my stomach and I can't help but smile back at him. If he keeps looking at me like that, I think I would do anything for him. The rest of the ride to school is filled with laughs and smiles.

As the bus pulls up in front of what looks like a cafeteria and comes to a stop I can't help but feel a rush of nerves. I hate being the new girl. Especially since I am a senior now and it's the middle of the damn school year. My mom just couldn't wait to marry Curtis. I begged her to wait until the end of my senior year so I wouldn't have to transfer, but as always, she put herself first over me.

Kids start filing off the bus one by one and I reluctantly stand up. Logan turns to me. "Are you ready?"

I give him a nervous smile. "No. Honestly I hate being the new girl."

Logan gives me a reassuring smile and grabs my hand. "I will show you around."

I look down at our hands for a second, before looking back at his face. I have never had anyone be this nice

to me on my first day. "Thanks." I say taking a deep breath and smiling at him.

"Let's go." He says intertwining our fingers and giving me a gently tug towards the front of the bus.

"I need to go to the office." I tell him as we step off the bus.

He nods his head. "I will take you." The guys are all waiting for us in front of the cafeteria. I can't help but

blush when I see Calvin and Harrison looking at our intertwined hands.

"Hey guys, I will catch up to you later. I am going to show Lilly where the office is." Logan says to the guys.

They all nod and give me a smile. "See you later Lilly." They say almost in unison.

"Bye guys." I smile and wave as Logan pulls me up the hill away from the cafeteria.

Logan never let's go of my hand as we walk towards a large building at the top of the hill, even as we get stares and even some glares from girls walking past. Logan just continues smiling like he doesn't have a care in the world.

"This is the main classroom building." Logan says leaning in a little too close to my ear. "The office is down here."

The building itself is like one large, long hallway with lockers lining both sides of the wall. There are some small classrooms that break up the long lines of lockers and kids are walking in all different directions.

The office is small with a reception desk to the right and a couple of smaller offices towards the back of the room. There is an older lady sitting behind the reception desk. She smiles when she sees Logan.

"Logan. What can I do for you sweetheart?"

"Hey Mrs. Smith. This is Lilly. She is new here."

Mrs. Smith turns her friendly smile to me. "Lilly, yes I was expecting you dear. Your mother has already filled out all of your paperwork. I just need to get you an ID and a schedule."

"Thank you." I say with a smile.

"Logan dear, would you mind showing miss Lilly around today?" Mrs. Smith says without looking up from her computer.

Logan gives her a devastatingly beautiful smile. "I wouldn't mind at all."

"Thank you dear."

Logan winks at me and I can't help but blush. "Thank you, Logan." I say smiling.

It only takes Mrs. Smith a few minutes to get my ID and schedule. We thank her and step back out into the hallway. She told me to pick any empty locker. "Do you know if there is any empty lockers anywhere?" I ask Logan feeling overwhelmed.

Logan smiles and starts walking down the hall. "Right this way my lady."

Rolling my eyes I laugh and follow after him. Towards the end of the hall Logan swings a locker open for me.

"Here you go."

"That was easy. How did you know where one was so easily?" I ask as I set a few binders in my new locker.

Logan gives me a mischievous smile. "My locker is right beside yours."

"You gave me a locker right beside yours?" I say narrowing my eyes at him in disbelief.

"I sure did." Logan says smiling. "Now lets look over your schedule."

I shake my head smiling. I don't think I have ever smiled this much in one morning. I am so lucky I met Logan this morning.

"English, Algebra 3, Chemistry, Spanish 3, Lunch, Digital Communications, Study Hall, and World History." Logan says reading off my schedule. "Looks like I have all but three classes with you."

"All but three?" I ask smiling. "So, you can take me to most of my classes today?"

"Of course I will. I am pretty sure at least one of the guys you met this morning is in each of the other three classes with you. So, you won't be alone." Logan says as he once again grabs my hand and pulls me through a set of double doors that lead outside.

"That makes me feel better. I hate being the new girl that doesn't know anyone in my classes. Everyone always stares at you with those oh look at that poor girl looks, and it is so irritating."

Logan laughs. "I honestly wouldn't know. I have been at this school my whole life and we really don't get that many new people each year."

"Must be nice." I say with a small smile. I have been to five new schools since seventh grade. What mom wants mom gets. No matter what I think mom does what she wants when she wants. At my last school I had amazing grades, several friends and I had even joined a couple school clubs. I should have known it was too good to be true when mom said she would let me finish out my schooling at my last school, she knew how bad I wanted to graduate from there. Then Curtis came along and all of that changed.

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