Did you know that apparently, Chamomile tea has some sort of natural extract that has the power to calm your nerves down? You did? Strange. I didn't. But Suzy knew that little fact, and that's why there I was, tipping inside my mouth the not so nice sugarless Chamomile tea she forced on my hands.

"Can you believe it?" She asked as she sat down close to me. "He said he first went to your house before coming here!"

"Yeah, well, he lied to me. He told me nothing was going on between him and Charlotte."

Suzy pursed her lips to the side the way she always does when thinking.

"Okay, this is just a thought and in no way meant to excuse anybody, but I'm saying this only because everything seemed to be odd." She turned fully toward me and placed one leg against the sofa and the other dangling on the side of the sofa. "Do you think maybe you should like, listen to what he has to say? Maybe there is an explanation to it all."

Seriously? How else would he explain her snaking her hands around his biceps as anything else? That didn't sit well with me, and I didn't see any other explanations.

"No. I saw what I saw, and it was clear as a day where they stood."

I was done mopping around. Besides, it was getting late already, so I got up from the couch. "Thank you for everything, but I gotta go home now. Mom will be worried."

"Okay. Just try to rest, yeah? Everything will be alright; we will deal with everything else tomorrow. Bye, Amelia."

I tried to be as quiet as possible when I reached my house. I tried to make sure I made no sound at all when opening the door and went as far as tiptoeing through our living room because I didn't want mom, who was busying herself in our kitchen to see my puffed-out eyes.

"Honey, is that you? I'm in the kitchen."

Apparently, mom had ears like a bat.

"Hi, mom. Yeah, it's me. I'm just exhausted and have a headache. I'm just gonna lay down for a little bit, okay?"

"Do you need me to bring you some pain killers? Also, there was a Logan here earlier to see you."

Him again. It seemed like I couldn't turn anywhere without him being mentioned or seen or whatever.

"Yeah, I know. He called me! And no, I already took some pain killers. Goodnight, mom." I closed and locked my door.

*****

I wasn't in the mood to go to school the next day as you can imagine. Especially since I knew Charlotte would be there, waiting, and possibly Logan too, and I didn't want to deal with either one of them. To be completely honest, I didn't know how to deal with them. But of course, I had to go. I couldn't miss school. I was a good student, after all.

Long after I had parked my car in the school's parking lot, I sat inside just staring at all the other cars and the faces of happy students in front of me. I had heaviness in my chest I didn't know how to get rid of. With a long, deep breath, I opened my car door and got out, only to be met with the person I didn't want to see. At least not yet.

For the first time since I first met him all those days ago, Logan looked tired. His hair, even if it still looked good, it was a lot messier than usual, and his eyes, if you look closely enough, you could see the under-eye bags.

Standing in front of me was a whole different Logan.

We stood like that, staring at each other until I decided I couldn't deal with him. I locked my car and walked away, or tried to walk away because, in a second, Logan had grabbed my hand in his and was in front of me.

"Amelia, please. We need to talk."

"No, Logan, we don't. Let go, and stay the hell away from me," I hissed.

He shook his head. His hair, like it knew I liked it when it bounced on his forehead, followed his head movement. Dammit.

"No, I won't," he said and took a step closer. "You need to hear what I have to say."

"What do you want from me, Logan?" My voice shook. "What do you want? You lied to me, and like a fool, I believed you. You know what? Not anymore." I raised my hands and pushed him on his chest.

I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to be weak anymore, but my traitorous eyes were already stinging, indicating tears weren't that far behind.

"Amelia, wait." He took a deep breath and ran his hand across his hair. "Just, wait, okay?"

"Leave me alone, you have done enough. You and Charlotte are perfect for each other." Tears had already started accumulating behind my lids, and I frantically tried to push them back. I didn't want him to see me crying. My voice was breaking, and I hated it.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry, Amelia, but you have got to believe me. Nothing is going on between Charlotte and me."

I scoffed and shook my head. Yesterday didn't look like nothing.

"You are unbelievable. She was there, you were there. She was clinging on to your arm like a...a... You know what? I'm having a bad day, so please, just please, for my sanity, leave me alone."

"It's not my fault, okay? She just showed up at my house just before you showed up. Nothing happened."

His hair was wet when I showed up. And how convenient was it, Charlotte, a girl he was supposedly not dating, just showing up at his house? He didn't get it. What hurt me the most was both of them standing there, and him not doing anything that would have made me believe whatever he was telling me then.

"You just stood there, Logan." A tear escaped me, and furiously, I swiped it with the back of my palm. "When she was mocking me, you just stood there. Do you know how humiliating that was?" I asked. "Do you have any idea how belittled I felt? Of course not, because you never have to experience things like that." I shook my head. "And to think I was there to tell you that I wanted you too." I scoffed. "Not anymore. Now I just want you to stay the hell away from me."

He closed his eyes for just a few seconds then opened them. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. If I could take yesterday back, I would, or at least I would have done things differently. I was just surprised that you were there, okay? I didn't mean to say nothing."

I looked at him. More than anything I wanted to forgive him. I wanted to hug him, hold him, and never let go. However, I knew it was too soon. It was just yesterday when I was crying because of him. I'm still crying if you want to count today. So, I hardened my heart instead and decided the best thing to do was just to leave and go to class. Besides, I noticed that way too many people were beginning to take an interest in our little exchange.

"I need to go, okay? So, bye, Logan."

"Damn it, Amelia." He threw his hands up in frustration. "Why do you always do this?" he asked, only this time, his voice much higher. That definitely got more people to stop and stare at us blatantly. Logan didn't seem to care about that while I, on the other hand, kept on dashing my eyes around.

"Why do you always have to cut our conversation short?" He continued. "I'm trying to explain myself here, something I don't normally do, by the way, but I'm doing it for you." He pushed his hair away from his eyes. "Dammit, I can't even stop thinking about you, and it's frustrating, and it's driving me crazy." Sighing, he moved closer to me. "Look, I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. I really am, but just give me another chance, okay? Please."

I was stunned, that certainly took me by surprise. For him to say that in front of all the rumor monger students around us? I found myself stammering for what to say. "Logan, I- I am sorry I just, I can't do this right now, and people are staring. Just please, I need some time to think. I need some time for myself, but now I need to go to class."

Shaking his head, he looked around, seemingly noticing for the first time that we had gathered more than a few fans. He looked back to me, "Okay, okay, I've said what I wanted you to know. It's up to you now to decide what you want to do." He took a step back then turned around and left.

I stood still as he left. The kids who were watching us turned to me to see my next move now that I was alone. Without offering anything else, I turned around and walked away.

Different trails of emotions were apparently my new thing.

The way everything seemed to be passing through my mind was too much to keep up with. I established that I liked him. I knew I wanted him, but I couldn't let what happened to me yesterday happen again. I just couldn't. And besides, as I said, too soon. I was glad to find Suzy standing near my locker, waiting for me.

"Hey, how are you? Are you okay?"

"Peachy. I just had an encounter with Logan on the parking lot, but I'm fine."

"What? What did he want?"

"To apologize." I opened my locker and shoved my books inside. "and oh, to announce not only to me but to everyone else who was eager for gossip that he couldn't stop thinking about me."

Her eyes widened. "Really? Amelia, wow, this is a big deal. Logan never does that to just anybody. I think maybe he meant it."

"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe he's just trying to control the situation." I sigh. Honestly, I didn't know what to think anymore.

"I don't think so, Amelia. This is Logan we are talking about. Maybe he is trying to control the situation, but I'm telling you, Logan wouldn't just tell you that if he didn't mean it."

I put my hands on my temple like I always do every time I was frustrated. "You know what? this is just too much for me right now, I just need time to think okay?"

"Okay, but do think about it, yeah? Maybe you should just hear him out. And I'm not taking his side or anything, I just think he's serious about you. He did show up at my place last night, I'm just saying."

*****

I found a new thing to add to my list of the latest versions of myself.

Studying was apparently no longer my priority.

Throughout all my classes, I spent my time sorting out the jumbled-up thoughts in my mind. Not caring the least bit of what the teachers were teaching.

Another thing to add to the list was confusion. I never felt so confused in my life. I was so disordered, still hurt, and because of what happened yesterday, afraid of ever finding myself in a situation like that once again.

At least during my not so productive classroom hours, I came up with the solution by the time the lunch break bell rung. I had made up my mind about things. I wanted to get to the bottom of this, so I decided I wanted to sit down and talk to Logan.

The problem was, the person I wanted to talk to, wasn't at the lunch table when I got there.

"Where's Logan?" I asked Leo as I sat down.

He looked around first like he was looking for him, frowned, then said, "I don't know. He told me he wasn't feeling well and that he was having a bad day earlier, but I haven't seen him since."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Hey, are you okay? I heard about what happened in the parking lot earlier."

I think most students will do a splendid job if they took reporting as their career. No joke.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I slumped against my chair. "I just wanted to talk to him."

"Look, I don't mean to pry or anything, but what's going on with you two?" Sitting at his usual seat, Luke asked.

"I don't know," I said. I wasn't even aware of how true those words were until I said them out loud. I really had no idea what the heck was going on with us. What were we? What was this thing between Logan and I?

"Well, do you like him?" Asked Leo.

At least that question made sense. At least that question was straight forward. A yes or no question.

"You know what? Yeah, I think I do. It's just that... He lied to me about Charlotte." I said and laid my head against the tabletop.

"Pfft! Charlotte?" Leo scoffed. "That girl is like a worm, a virus which no matter what you do, you can't get rid of. I'm telling you. So, if your problem is her? I can tell you right now, Logan is so done with her."

"See, that's just it." I raise my head to look at Leo. "Everyone says that! Even Logan says that. But Charlotte says differently. Maybe he's just not that done with her the way you all think. I mean, she was at his house yesterday, and God only knows what they were doing before I got there."

"I don't like it any more than you do, but I think you owe it to yourself to find out." This time it was Suzy who spoke. "Talk to him."

"I will." I bobbed my head. "I will, I promise."

"Okay." Luke scratched the side of his forehead. "Now that we all seemed to be acquainted with Amelia's love interests, can we change the topic? This one seems to be draining the laid-back mood we got going on here."

"Are you okay, babe?" Suzy turned around to ask her boyfriend.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Luke's right," I said. "You guys don't have to worry about me. It's not a big deal."

I didn't see Logan throughout that day. It was like he wasn't even at school anymore, so I decided that I was gonna go to his house again later that evening. I had to talk to him, and I wasn't going to leave until I knew what the hell was going on, or where he and I stood.

It was time to get answers.