I found a note squeezed deeply through the crack of my locker.

In my haste to getting the hell out of there as fast as possible, I didn't stop to take a look at it. I shoved the piece of paper in my jean pocket, shoved the rest of the things I didn't need into the locker, and ran out the there to my first period like my feet were on fire.

Needless to say, I dreaded that Monday. Everything felt like they were against me, and it was wearing me down. For some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that the nosey girls were from this same school. Hell, probably even the girl sitting next to me could be one of them.

I turned my face around and looked at the desk next to mine as soon as that thought occurred on my mind.

A petite blonde with maybe a little too much makeup for a Monday morning of school sat there inspecting her long nails, turning her hand this way and that way. I ran my eyes across her body, from her short skirt to her small top, and wondered if maybe that's what Logan likes.

The girl turned her head towards me, our eyes met, and she smiled.

I didn't.

Instantly, I had developed some sort of hate towards her and I hated myself for that. It wasn't fair, but all my mind could think about was that it was most probably her. Or at least one of two who called him. Her face and actions definitely seemed to belong to someone who has a nosey voice.

Without even meaning to, my eyes narrowed at her before I turned back towards the front of the class and ignored her completely before I reached down my pocket and took out the note.

The first thing I noticed was that the writer had taken their time to make sure they had a good presentation.

Exhibit A: The calligraphic fonts they used.

Exhibit B: They took their time to type the note, and print it. That was weird.

'I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't even be writing this, but I just can't help it anymore. You are special. You are different. I tried to move past it all, but it's just too damn difficult. I think you deserve to know. I love you, Amelia. I think I always have since that first day I met you.

I wish things were different. I wish they weren't complicated, and I would just be able to come out and tell you without consequences. But Things are complicated and it's driving me crazy.

Love,

L.'

L?

Logan?

What the bloody hell does he mean?

I looked at the note with my brows creased. Before I could dive deeper into that thought, my phone vibrates inside my bag, and I took it out to see a message icon.

'We need to talk.'

Logan

Speak of the devil... Or think of the devil...Or maybe read the devil's note and they will text.

I was already confused with the note on my hand and the phone on my other, but his actual text sparked a warm feeling on my chest and a sense of being wanted. He wanted to talk.

He wanted to talk!

Now? Where the heck was he the whole weekend?

But even with my averseness, still, my fingers hovered on the keys, wondering if I should answer or give it a bit of time. Damn him.

In the end, I decided he needed to try harder than that. He stranded me, left me alone throughout the weekend, allowing my pain to eat away at me. So, I raised my chin and put the phone back down in my handbag.

A few minutes later, another vibration erupted on my phone. A small smile stretched on my lips as I took the phone back out.

'Hey, there. Just checking up on you. You good?'

Ethan.

I let out a sigh. Even though it was very kind of him to check up on me, I couldn't help but hope it was Logan trying a little harder.

'Hey, I'm okay. I'm at school,' I typed and sent the message before I dropped the phone back in my bag.

And that's how the rest of my morning went. Just me moving from class to class like a zombie, and occasionally comparing the voices of girls to the nosey voices I heard from his phone.

*****

I was sitting on my chair inside the classroom during lunch break with my head down against the desk, mulling over everything that's happening when sounds of clicking heels and laughs coming from the doorway, invaded my ears.

I shouldn't have minded who that was. I should have just kept my head down and kept on mulling over my problems. But, I'm human. I'm curious and so I raised my head to look.

Big-freaking-mistake.

Charlotte's brazing eyes was what met me. As usual, her entourage was on either side of her and their hate towards me was just as same as Charlotte's.

I stammered. There was no reason for her to be there at that time. My eyes fell on my desk as I thought of what to do before I looked back at them. She was the last person I wanted to encounter with. Especially there, alone, where she and her entourage could do whatever they wanted with no witnesses.

"Well, Well." Charlotte smirked before she and her puppies click-clack their way to my desk. "What have we here?"

I decided I wanted nothing to do with them, and most certainly didn't want to entertain whatever it was they wanted from me. I picked up my things and shoved them inside my bag before I got up to get the hell out of there.

"And where do you think you're going?" Charlotte stepped on my way. As if they had rehearsed what to do, or maybe they've just been doing that for way too long, and it came naturally to them, both Rose and Makayla fanned on either side of Charlotte. Creating a half-circle around me.

I didn't answer. Instead, I took a step to my right side to try and pass through that way, only to be stopped by Makayla who stepped right in front of my way with her hand raised to stop me. "Oh, no, you don't." She looked me up and down.

"Running somewhere, boyfriend stealer?" Charlotte asked.

"What do you want, Charlotte," I asked as I move back to stand on my original position. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Makayla and Rose snorted and looked at their leader.

"Oh, are we disturbing you, Miss perfect? By the way, how is our boyfriend doing?"

I raised my brows. That girl had serious issues, and I wasn't sure anyone would be able to help.

"Yes, I said our boyfriend. Are you surprised? I told you he's mine. Just because I've been quiet doesn't mean I'm done with him, or you for that matter. You got something coming for you, Amelia." She took a step closer, literally closing the gap between us.

Instantly, I took a step back.

Second big mistake.

That was a sign of weakness from my part, which meant, power for her.

Without even meaning to, I showed her that I feared her and she took advantage of that.

She smirked like she knew she had me and there was not a damn thing I could do about it. With a sort of viciousness reserved only to the worst of your enemies, she took yet another step that got her face only inches from mine before she sneered and ran her eyes all over my body. "I don't even know what he saw on you. You are really not what he usually goes for."

I blinked. I wanted to take another step back so much, but her victorious and winning attitude made me want to preserve what little dignity I had left.

Let me tell you, Charlotte was a monster. I don't know how her parents managed to raise a child like her, but she was a monster who knew what she was, and was proud of it. Before I could blink again, or see what was happening, her hand was up and on top of my head before she gathered a fistful of my hair and yanked. Hard.

I yelped in pain and tried with all my might to get her to let go with no hope. "Mark my words you little whore..."

"Let go of me, Charlotte."

"Or what?" She mocked. "Honey, you've got nothing on me, and when Logan is gonna get tired with this innocent personal, he's gonna dump your sorry ass and guess what?" Finally, she let my hair go and took a step back before she ran her hands over her body. "I will be right there for him to fall back to."

My jaw clenched. Angry tears welled behind my eyes as I looked at the girls in front of me. The way their lips twitched as they mock me and the way their eyes assessed me as if I was so far beneath them.

"If you want him so much, why don't you just take him?" I seethed through my teeth. I had hoped my voice would come out strong but it didn't. It broke, showing I was crying inside and I hated it. I was back to being the helpless little Bambi in front of a lioness. "Now, get out of my way, I need to go, " I said and shoved my way between them. They didn't budge, all of them created a wall with their bodies to stop me.

"We are not done here yet, " Charlotte spat as all of them pushed me back before Charlotte took yet another menacing step towards me. This one got her so close up on my face that I had no choice but to take a step back. Her eyes blazing, her face contorted in a sneer. Her minions followed right behind her. Caging me in.

My breathing accelerated as it became clear to me, they were not about to let me leave without a scratch. My eyes dashed to all of them in turn, and my heart started beating out of proportion.

Charlotte's hands flew to either side of my arms and grabbed them, hard, before just as hard, yanked me closer to her. "Look here you little slut, I..."

"Get the fuck away from her, Charlotte." A growling voice interrupted her from whatever threats she was about to spew my way.

We all turned our heads around towards the entrance where the voice came from only to be met with a furious looking Logan. His angry piercing green eyes looked, even more intimidating from where we stood.

I let go of an inaudible sigh, glad he interrupted whatever was about to take place. Our differences aside, I was glad he found me.

He took rapid steps towards us and as soon as Charlotte let go of my arms, I bolted. I took quick steps towards the direction of the entrance. I've had enough of their bullying. Plus, I didn't want any of them to witness the tears streaming down my cheeks.

I didn't look back to see what Logan was doing or saying to them. I just wanted out of that suffocating room.

"Amelia!" Logan's voice called from behind me. I didn't stop. Using the heels of my palms, I wiped the tears on my eyes and cheeks before I started to run.

"Amelia, stop!" His voice sounded much closer now. So, I ran faster. Tears streamed down my cheeks even harder. The sound of our feet hitting the ground echoed throughout the corridors, but still, I didn't stop.

"Fuck! Amelia!" Logan's voice bounced on my ears as I run. I didn't want to be in that school anymore. I didn't care about the consequences. For the first time ever, I wanted to go back home in the middle of the school day. So, that's where I was running to. My car.

I was almost there. I could see my car. My escape out of school. That propelled me to run faster. I tuned out the voices behind me as I picked up speed. And then, I was yanked to a halt.

Logan's powerful hands snaked around my waist and yanked me up, off the ground before he put me back down and turned me around towards him.

I fought for him to let me go. I kicked against his chest and tried to pull myself away from him. My eyes puffy and my tears never-ending, bursting through my lids.

"Let me go, " I cried, my voice and my breathing coming out depleted and irregular through my mouth as I wept. I was tired, I was defeated, and on top of that, I felt worthless. The overwhelming feeling of hurt was so devastating it got my whole body to shake.

Logan didn't let me go. I wasn't even sure he was hearing me because instead of doing what I was asking him to do, he crushed me against his body in a tight hug. Caging me in his powerful arms.

I didn't stop fighting. The problem was, the more I fought, the more he tightened his hold on me.

"Logan, please. Let go of me, " I begged. The fight in me dying out every passing second. He didn't let go. He didn't even speak, he just held on to me.

I stopped fighting.

Instead, I cried.

I cried hard against his chest. I cried for the pain I felt about the girls that called him. I cried for the anguish of not being able to stand up for myself. And I cried for being so hopelessly in love with him.

I cried until there were no more tears left to cry.

*****

Man, this is my favourite chapter so far. Don't forget to vote and comment.

Poor Amelia.