Chapter 16
Logan's POV
The sharp, insistent ringing of my alarm pulled me out of sleep. I groaned, blindly reaching for my phone on the nightstand. Squinting against the brightness, I saw the time—and immediately sat up.
Shit.
I was going to be late for school.
I might be a jerk, but I never messed around when it came to school. Rolling out of bed, I rubbed my face, trying to shake off the drowsiness, and forced myself to move. Within seconds, I was on my feet and heading straight to the bathroom.
The cold water hitting my skin did the trick. In record time, I was showered and dried off. I threw on my clothes, running a hand through my damp hair before grabbing my car keys, my bag, and my phone. No time to waste.
By the time I came downstairs, the scent of fresh coffee and breakfast filled the dining room. The maid was setting the table, and my father was already eating, his eyes lifting to me as I entered.