Logan Lerman Fanfics.

Gamble With Desire

Chapter 6

My head was pounding when I woke up the next morning. I opened my eyes slowly, wincing when sunlight entered them. Light snoring reminded me that I wasn’t the only one in the bed. Looking over, I realized that I was sharing the bed with Logan. “Fuck,” I muttered as memories from last night filled my mind. Peeking underneath the covers only solidified my memories: I had sex with him. Shit, I really hope I didn’t moan too much. Last night was all a blur, and all I could remember was his body on mine as we….well, did the deed. From what I remembered, it was pretty amazing, but it didn’t make up for the fact that I actually slept with him while I was completely trashed.

Clutching the sheets around the top of my body, I sat up, scanning the room for my clothing. I got out of bed, completely naked might I add, to get dressed and get the hell out of the bedroom before Logan woke up. When I found my black lace thong, I realized how something good could actually come out of this one night stand. I ended up covering my underwear with Logan’s pants in hopes that he’d bring it up the next time I saw him. God, with all the work I was doing, I had better get something out of this whole thing. I made a mental note to ask Marissa what was in it for me.

After glancing around the room one more time, I closed the door quietly and stepped out into the hallway. I found Terry passed out next to the cute guy she had been chatting up when I saw her last.

“Wh-what?” she grumbled, throwing her arm over eyes when I shook her.

“Terry, I need to get out of here. You can stay and sleep, but I should really leave,” I whispered. She started nodding off before I shook her shoulder once.

“I’m awake! Why?” she said, her eyes still closed.

“I slept with Logan,” I hissed. “And I’m not wearing underwear…”

Those two confessions definitely caught her attention. “Wait, what and WHAT?”

“Long story, okay? I’ll tell you when you get back to the dorms. Now I’m going to make you stay here so you don’t let this guy leave without your number. Call me if you need  me to pick you up or anything.” She nodded and snuggled up against the guy as I left Nina’s loft.

—-

After overcoming one of the worst hangovers over and filling Terry in on everything that had happened between Logan and me, I decided to ask Marissa what she was willing to give me if I won.

“Hey, Marissa, I have to ask you something,” I said, poking my head into her dorm. I heard her sigh as she waved for me to come in.

“Yeah? Is this about the Logan thing?” I nodded my head. “Is it not going well? Did you find someone that doesn’t fall for your little tricks? Because that should’ve happened earlier. Then again, most guys just want some ass and it looks like you’re willing to give it up.” Oh, wow, bitch.

“Actually, it’s going wonderfully. I just wanted to know what’s in it for me if I win this bet,” I told her, my tone becoming a whole lot icier. A look of disappointment crossed her face before it returned to its bored state.

“What did you have in mind?”

—-

Yes, I’m aware that I just made a deal with the devil. Slowly, Marissa was showing her true colors as a raging bitch. But if I won this bet, she said that she could get me into an audition for her dad, a major director in Hollywood. Just another reason to make sure that I get Logan to fall in love with me.

I had his class first Monday morning, and my stomach was in knots as I walked towards the building that his classroom was in. I made sure that I looked amazing- I had to impress him after all. Truth was, I had no idea how he was going to react when he saw me. Thinking about what happened that night made want to throw up….but also made my skin tingle as I imagined his fingers running over my most sensitive areas softly. I sighed loudly, trying to shake the image out of my head, but I had to admit that I was horny. I just really needed to get laid. Making a mental note to myself to ask Nina to hook me up, I stepped into the air conditioned hallway, wiping away the beads of sweat that had formed on the back of my neck.

Everyone’s chatter seemed distant in my ears as I made my way down the hallway and closer to his class. This was going to be so extremely awkward, I could tell. “Alright! Settle down!” I heard Logan tell my classmates and his students as he laughed. Letting out a nervous sigh, I twisted the door knob and entered the classroom, avoiding Logan’s gaze. When I had settle into my desk, I finally looked up, my eyes landing on Logan’s face which currently had a smirk on it. He winked at me discreetly before he continued talking.

The rest of the class passed by uneventfully, much to my pleasure. The rest of the class had filtered out, and I was lagging a bit behind to see if Logan would say anything to me. Sure enough, he did. “Leigh, could you stay?” he said uninterestedly, not even looking up from his desk. Ouch.

“Yes, Mr. Lerman?” I asked innocently as he walked over to the door and closed it, drawing the blinds on the window as well as locking it. I was sitting on the edge of a desk in front of his desk, my legs crossed.

“Mr. Lerman? That’s kind of sexy, you know,” Logan admitted, his smirk returning to his face. He stood with his hands shoved into his pockets as he watched me. Pushing myself off the desk, I walked over to him slowly as I spoke.

“You didn’t happen to find something of mine from this weekend, did you?” I asked him, getting closer to him. He was backed up on his desk, a look of lust in his eyes as he studied me. “Because I couldn’t seem to find them. I had to get all the way back here,” I emphasized, leaning forward to whisper in his ear as my hands rested on his chest, “without them on.” He muttered something that sounded vaguely like “Fuck.” I had no idea where this confidence was coming from, but it was absolutely empowering. “Anyways, it’s a shame because those were one of my favorite-“  He cut me off by kissing me passionately, and immediately my hands found their way to his hair where they entangled themselves in his dark brown hair. Surprisingly, he picked me up by placing his hands right on my ass and placed me on his desks, his hands planted on either side of me as we both fought for control. Just as my hands had reached the hem of his shirt, a loud knock interrupted us, causing us both to jump apart quickly. I examined him and couldn’t help but smirk when I saw the flustered state that I had left him in.

“What?” Logan asked, combing his hair down with his fingers.

I shrugged my shoulders before picking up my purse. “Nothing. You’re just cute when you’re in a hurry.” The person at the door knocked again, and I took that as my cue to leave. But not before slipping him my number. “I still need my panties back,” I said, tucking the piece of paper in his back pocket. “And we should probably finish what we started.”

Logan’s flustered expression soon changed into a sly grin as his eyes glazed over- presumably thinking about the night we had together. “Don’t worry, I always finish what I start.” I let out a laugh, unlocking and opening the door to leave.

“Thanks Mr. Lerman! I’ll be sure to keep that in mind when I audition,” I called out over my shoulder, making it seem like Logan and I had been talking about audition tips instead of intensely making out. Apparently the kid outside the door bought it because he just strode right in after me without a suspicious glance in my direction.

A/N AWWWW SHIT GUYS I’M BACK! It’s going to be a while between chapters, so I hope you guys still like it hahaha. I’m sorry I haven’t been posting |: I’M AN AWFUL PERSON I KNOW.

But here, have some logan/d’artagnan sexiness to make up for it~~

Love you guys!
-Rachel 

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haha thank you! idk if i’ll make a second part. my time is getting sucked up by school and shit. but once i get free time, i want to write! soooo yeah, haha. 

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i’ve been so uninspired lately |: i really have been trying to write, but everything i end up writing is shit. the story is on hiatus right now. i’m doing some writing on the side to kind of break out of my funk! hopefully it works and i can get back to writing!

Gamble With Desire

Chapter 5

After that second drink, I must admit, I was getting a little tipsy. Not totally hammered, but enough to keep me happy and let me just be free. We were still in the bathroom which I now noticed was pretty small.

“What did you mean by “you need a few to loosen up”?” Logan asked, fiddling with the rim of his now empty cup.

“You’re kind of uptight. Well, when I’ve been around you. Like that one time when you kissed me.” I hadn’t really meant to say that, and my hand immediately went to my mouth, my eyes widening. He chuckled awkwardly as I tried to backtrack. “Oh God. I can’t believe I just brought that up.”

“It’s fine. It was a heat of the moment thing, right?” Somehow, I couldn’t meet his eye.

“Yeah, totally.” A beat of silence passed between us before I spoke again. “Well, this has been sufficiently awkward. I’m going to leave now and pretend this whole encounter never happened.” I exited the bathroom before Logan could say anything else and headed to the drink table. I can’t believe that just happened. And why did I always seem to clam up or blurt out the wrong thing when I was around him? I never acted like that around a guy. While I was drowning my sorrows in vodka and cranberry juice, someone came up behind me and cleared his throat.

“I would’ve never guessed that a girl your size could handle that much alcohol,” he said, pointing at the cup. I turned around quickly to be greeted with Evan Peters and his sly smirk.

“Shit, Evan?! Long time no see!” I giggled, the alcohol clearly affecting me now. He laughed and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. We knew each other when I was still innocent Analeigh who was oblivious to everything. We had lost touch over the year, but talked every now and then so seeing him tonight was a huge surprise.

“I know, right? We haven’t seen each other since last summer. I would ask how you were, but it seems like something’s going on.” He pointed to my cup, and I shrugged.

“What? A girl can’t drink a little bit of vodka alone?” I wasn’t exactly keen on sharing my feelings right now. All I wanted to do was forget and have fun.

“When that girl is guzzling vodka like it’s water, then something’s wrong. I know you can handle your alcohol, but the last time I saw you like this was….” And then a flashback of memories hit me. Escaping California after a messy breakup to Georgia where I was an intern with CW on the set of the Vampire Diaries. Drinking like there was no tomorrow during that time span. And turning into a bitter bitch. My body went rigid and my free hand clenched so my nails were digging into the palm of my hand.

“Please shut up, Evan,” I muttered, closing my eyes tightly to try to wipe the memories from my mind. He held his hands up and waited for me to say something else. I exhaled loudly and took a sip from my cup. “Anyways, I’m just having an off night.”

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

“Honestly? Not really. I just want to drink and dance tonight.”

“I can do that too,” Evan said, smiling at me. “The dance floor awaits!” he said goofily, extending his hand to me. I took it after I guzzled down the rest of my drink, and he guided me to the dance floor which was really just the living room with most of the furniture pushed off to the side. The alcohol was finally doing its job as I stumbled through the crowd of people and straight into Evan’s chest who caught me before I could do much damage.

“I think the vodka’s finally working,” I slurred slightly, putting my hands on his chest.

“I’d say so,” Evan laughed, brushing some stray hair out of my face. “Good Feeling” by Flo Rida came on over the speakers, and I immediately started moving my body to the beat. I turned around and started grinding against Evan, who matched my rhythm. I wasn’t really sure how long we stayed there, our rhythm adapting to whatever song came on, but it was what I needed. Evan was someone I could trust. He saw me at my lowest of lows and knew how to make me feel better. I also knew that he wouldn’t try anything with me because we knew that were just friends. Even if we both wanted to have sex, I don’t think we would because we wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship. It was rare finding a friendship like ours that didn’t require much effort, but was still amazing.

When my legs started aching, I turned to face Evan and stood on my toes to make sure he heard me say that I was going to get a drink. He nodded, kissing me on the cheek and telling me to call him if I ever needed him before leaving the party. I poured myself a rum and coke and drank all of it in one sitting. As I was refilling my cup, someone tugged on my arm, causing me to spill drink and curse loudly. “What the fuck ass-“ I began but was cut off by someone’s lips on mine. When we pulled apart, my eyes landed on Logan’s face. “What…..what are you doing?” I said, struggling to put words together, partly because of the alcohol and partly because of surprise.

“I didn’t mean what I said in the bathroom. I mean- I did, sort of, but I wanted it. You’re driving me crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you or wanting you or wondering what other guys are chasing after you. Especially that guy tonight. Fuck, I just can’t get you out of my head.” I responded by kissing him fiercely and moving towards one of the bedrooms in Nina’s apartment. We stumbled into a room, removing various articles of clothing quickly before falling back onto the bed. And in an alcohol induced haze, we had sex. The worst part of it was that I wanted it. Bad.

A/N: long time no update ): but i’m hoping to be able to update a lot now that i’m on break. not my best chapter, but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! 

To Brittany.

No one should kill themselves because they got bullied. As human beings, we have no right to inflict pain upon others like that. Even though I never talked to Brittany, it makes me so upset to hear that someone who had her whole life ahead of her killed herself because of selfish, insecure people. I give my condolences to Brittany’s friends and family and this time and pray that she is somewhere better where those people can’t hurt her anymore. 

Fifteen is far too young to be taken away from this world. How would YOU feel if your best friend or sibling took their life because they were bullied? I’m by no means perfect, but let’s all take a vow to not make someone hurt like that. It’s awful and disgusting and downright senseless. If you need to express your insecurities, don’t do it by bringing others down; talk to someone and get it off your chest. If any of my followers need to talk about anything, my ask box is wide open!

Remember, change in the world begins with YOU. 

Rest in peace, Brittany, you’ll be missed. 

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Gamble with Desire

Chapter 4

“So, are you sure this is a good idea?” I turned around from my mirror and gave Terry a look.

“Probably not, but it’ll be fun! Besides, I need to get my mind of Logan. You need to loosen up.” I returned to my reflection, putting on another coat of mascara. “And how many times have you had the opportunity to go to a celebrity’s house party? None! So embrace it. Plus, Nina has some really hot guy friends,” I told her, wiggling my eyebrows. Terry laughed and threw a pillow at me.

“Fine, fine. Are you sure I’m dressed okay though? I’m not so sure about the dress. I don’t usually wear stuff this…..well slutty.”

“Hey! That’s my dress you’re talking about. Besides, you look hot.” I giggled, looking at the outfit I had put together for her. She was wearing my black dress with a cut out in the back with a pair of her black heels. I looked pretty hot myself with a tight red dress and sky high nude heels. It was slutty but classy at the same time. Well, more on the slutty side.

“How do you know Nina Dobrev anyways?”

We had taken the subway and then a cab to get to Nina’s loft on the Upper East Side. Stepping out of the cab and into the Upper East Side was like stepping into another world. A prettier, more luxurious world.  “Holy shit,” I heard Terry breathe beside me. I just nodded my head slightly to her statement before stepping into the building her loft was in. Once we had made it into the elevator, I fluffed my hair up one more time and checked my reflection in the mirrors that made up the walls of the elevator  to make sure that nothing was out of place. Taking one more deep breath, I knocked on the door to her loft after the elevator had reached the floor. A slightly tipsy Nina opened the door and greeted me.

“Heeeeyyyyy Leeeeighhh!” she said enthusiastically, kissing me on the cheek.

“Hey Nina! This is my friend Terry,” I said, introducing Terry to Nina.

“Nice to meet you. I hope you guys are ready for tonight. I’ve invited plenty of my hot friends. You two better get some tonight because you both look HOT! So, just make yourself at home. Drinks are in the kitchen.” She left us after that, and I turned to Terry.

“What the actual fuck.” I laughed and pulled her to the drink table, mixing us both drinks.

“Drink up, it’ll take the nerves off.” We both took generous sips of the red cups in our hands.

“Oh shit,” Terry said, her eyes widening at someone behind me. Curious, I turned around to see who it was. And then I spilled my drink on his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered, putting down his beer on a counter. It was Logan. He glanced up, and then did a double take. “Leigh?!”

“Uh, hey?” Well that was eloquent.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” he asked, completely in shock.

“Nina invited me. What are you doing here? I didn’t pin you for the partying type.” Just then, Nina sauntered over to both of us.

“Leigh! Logan! I see you’ve met each other. Logan, Leigh interned with the CW last summer and she worked on The Vampire Diaries. Leigh, Logan is working with me on The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It looks like your friend has already found someone to entertain her for the night.” I glanced over to where Nina was looking and saw Terry talking with some guy. Someone else yelled Nina’s name and she held up a finger to tell them one minute. “Well, I must be off. You two have fuuuun! Bedrooms are fully stocked with everything you need.” She gave us a wink and left before we could explain ourselves. Silence overcame both of us as the awkwardness of the situation set in.

“This is fucking weird.” I nodded, not knowing what to say next. Instead, I downed my drink and poured myself another. “Whoa there, you better slow down on those,” Logan said, grabbing the cup out of my hand.

“Please, I have the liver of a 40 year old male alcoholic. But, you can have that one. You need a few to loosen up.” I poured another drink for myself and took a sip. “Oh! Come with me. I think I can get that stain out,” I told him, grabbing his hand. Before he could say anything, I locked us into a bathroom and raided the towel closet for a washcloth. He leaned up against the counter as I got the washcloth wet.

“I’m really sorry about your shirt, by the way. If I can’t get the stain out, I can buy you another one.” I reached for his shirt and started wiping it, trying my hardest to get the stain out.

“I don’t think it’s coming out,” Logan observed. “I have another shirt under this one.”

“It’ll come out, don’t worry!” I said, panicking a bit. I put my hand under his shirt and scrubbed the washcloth against his shirt. But, as Logan had told me, it didn’t look like it was coming out.  “Shit, I was supposed to come here and have fun, not spend the night worrying about one of my teachers seeing me drunk,” I groaned, throwing the washcloth into the sink. The whole situation was crazily awkward. Sure, I could’ve been flirting and having a grand ol’ time with Logan, but everything was just so weird. I mean, I had to see him on Monday morning in a classroom!

“I didn’t think I was that much a killjoy,” Logan laughed, taking a sip of his drink. “Shit, what is this? I taste like pure rum.”

“Not really. It’s got a bit of ginger ale in it. I like my drinks strong!”

“Well, Leigh, I say we make the best of this situation and have fun tonight. What do you say to that?” He raised his cup in a toast and I sighed, tapping mine against his before downing the cup. Tonight was going to be very interesting. 

A/N WELL THAT TOOK A WHILE. i’m so sorry you guys /: i hope this makes up for it! being sick gives me a lot of time to write hahaha. 

sooo, a lot of people have been asking….

i have been working on the next chapter. i have no idea when it’ll be up /: but maybe tonight? cross your fingers! if i can get homework done, then yeah, it’ll be up!

kian4 asked: whens the next chapter going to be posted? is it long or short?

sorry, i haven’t had time to work on it yet! i’m gonna try to work on it today……forgive me? haha