Thank God there were no people in the parking lot.

I'm not sure how they would have taken it. A girl crying her eyes out on the chest of a guy in the middle of a parking lot. Yeah, that would have raised a lot of brows.

"This doesn't change anything." I sniffed, and wiped my eyes with the hills of my palms after my little crying episode had calmed down enough for me to remove my head from his chest, and looked at him.

Logan didn't answer. He didn't even let me stand further away from his reach. He did, however, bobb his head, agreeing that he knew just because he was there, didn't mean all was good between us.

"Come on." He took my hand and node his head to my car. "Let's get you out of here."

I blinked.

See, I know initially, I had all the intentions of getting the heck out of school and possibly never come back, but I hesitated. That wasn't me. In the heat of all the crazy happening to me, my thoughts were clouded. The crying took all that away. I could see clearly again. Think better, and I wasn't sure I wanted to skip anymore.

He sensed my reluctance from the way I dug my feet on the ground.

"Are you okay?"

I pressed my lips in a thin line. I most definitely wasn't okay, but at that moment, I was too busy being torn between wanting to go home and staying at school.

He tilted his head to the side as his eyes narrowed a fraction. "You don't wanna go anymore, do you?"

"I don't know," I said and sniffed again. I hated how clogged and drained the sound of my voice came out. "I'm not sure of anything anymore."

He blew out a breath and took a step closer. Leaving about a few inches between us. "Amelia." He brushed away a stray, wet, strand of hair away from my cheek. "I'm not sure you should want to stay. With the way you look, I mean. Plus, you've been through a lot. I think you deserve a little rest."

"Yeah? Whose fault is that?" I spat and brushed his hand away before I could stop myself. Logan's eyes flashed with hurt before he dropped them down. I shouldn't have felt bad for him, considering I had been through some shitty things myself for the past few days, all in the account of him, by the way, but I did. I guess love really is a blind fool. "I'm sorry." I closed my eyes for a second in regret. "I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay." He composed himself by putting his hands inside his jean pockets. "I get it. I deserve that."

The long pause that followed between us was awkward, to say the least. We stood there, looking at each other. Me wishing I didn't open my big mouth and spew the 'your fault' condemnation. And him... well, I'm not sure want went down in his head.

The sound of the bell ringing signaling the end of lunch break brought us back from our little awkward stand-still. I looked around. Logan didn't move his eyes away from me.

"It's now or never," he said.

I took in a long, deep breath and bobbed my head. "Okay. Home it is, " I said before I brushed past him towards my car. Logan followed close by behind me.

I wasn't sure exactly what he was planning on doing, but I knew what I finally decided to do.

I opened my car door, subtly stealing glances his way to see his next move.

He didn't make any moves. In fact, he just calmly stood behind me.

I didn't want to ask. I was still mad at him, and I wanted him to know that. So, I got inside my car and clasped my seat-belt around myself before I pushed my push to start button.

The door on my passenger's side opened and Logan sat down. Apparently, while I was busy trying to act nonchalant and clasping my seat-belt, he had moved from his spot and walked around my car.

"What are you doing?" I raised my eyebrows at him in question.

"I'm coming with you, of course."

"Why?"

He turned his head and threw me a cool look as if I should have known the answer to that without asking.

"I'm not letting you go alone. "

Logan was confusing the hell out of me. One minute, he was showing me the side of myself I never even dreamed about with his fingers, and lips, and tong, and his whole body in general. The next he was shouting at me, and then, he left me stranded all weekend end without so much as an 'I'm sorry message' and now, there he was, in my car, taking the role of a caring boyfriend.

I didn't know what to say to that.

He raised his eyebrow, effectively made me realize I was still puzzlingly staring at him.

"Amelia! Drive."

What else could I have done? Throw him out? After everything? I didn't think so. I obliged. I put my car into gear and drove out of school. Back to my house.

*****

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked Logan as we entered my kitchen.

"A cold beer would have been nice." He pulled out the chair and took a seat. I threw him a 'really' look. "But... water is fine."

I walked to the sink and poured him a glass of water. "We have some food if you'd like? To be honest, I'm hungry."

"Yeah, I think we should eat."

I didn't remember Logan and I ever been in an awkward position before. Don't count the kissing and the nakedness in front of him. I'm talking about the kind of awkwardness that threatened to take us whole. The kind of awkward where both of us didn't know what to say, or do despite having a lot of things that needed to be said.

We all knew of the impending talk we were supposed to be having. I wanted answers and explanation, and deep down, I think he knew he would have to give them to me sooner rather than later.

So, without saying anything else, I set out towards the fridge and got out the leftovers Mac and Cheese mom made last night and put it on two plates. I then moved to where the microwave was and placed them inside to heat them. After they were done, I placed one plate in front of Logan and the other one, next to where I would sit. Right opposite of him, before I walked around the table and sat down.

Slowly and quietly, we ate. Occasionally throwing each other looks, but not one of us saying anything.

Have you ever tried jiggling up a bottle of coke with half a content inside? I imagined a lot of you young people did it. I did it back in my days. It's just too tempting to not do it. Anyway, so if you've done it, you would know how the content would be furrowing, trying to find an open to release the pressure by bubbling up until it finds it, and eventually explode.

That was me.

The pressure of me wanting him to say something rose to the point of boiling. I was close to combustion from how cool he acted, and when it became suffocative, I threw my hands up in exasperation and ground my teeth.

"You know I'm waiting for some kind of explanation from you, right? I believe you owe me that."

Logan knew exactly what was coming.

My little outburst didn't faze him. He didn't even flinch, damn his poker face. He remained as calm and cool as a cucumber.

He calmly gazed at me. Occasionally, like he was in no hurry for anything, blinking.

The only other thing that was moving from him was his jaw. Slowly chewing his food. He swallowed, then took a sip from his glass of water before he reached forward, took a napkin on top of the table and wiped his beautiful lips. All this, not breaking eye contact not even once.

Gah, I wanted to pull my hair out. Especially since I realized how pathetic I was. Even when I was mad at him, I still thought he had beautiful lips.

"Yeah," he finally answered after an agonizingly long wait. "I know."

"And?" I raised my eyebrows.

"I'm sorry."

My brows raised higher. I didn't even think they could go that higher.

"What?" I shook my head as anger flared inside me. "No. Not good enough."

I didn't want his apologies. I wanted to know what on earth was going on. Who were those girls? What's going on between them and where do we stand as a couple.

"Who are they? What is going on? Are you sleeping with them?"

I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to the last question. Especially if the answer could be what I think. But I needed to know.

"No." He shook his head, and I relaxed a little. "I mean, I'm not sleeping with them. I used to, but not anymore. That was way before you."

"Then why did they call you now? I mean on Saturday. If they were a long time ago, why did they call?"

"I don't know, okay?" He threw his hands up. "I don't know why they called. I haven't even spoken to them in a while. I care about you, Amelia. There is absolutely nothing between them and I."

I don't know what he was trying to achieve the way his eyes bore into mine. Maybe as an assurance but it didn't work. I still felt like something wasn't right. I looked at him as if I would see all the answers that I was looking for from his forehead.

As much as I would hate to admit it. I think I had lost a little faith in him. How could I trust what he was saying? More importantly, how could I even trust myself to make the right decision when I was neck-deep when it came to him?

"Are you lying to me?" I asked.

Pathetic, I know. It's not like he would just tell me. You know? Yeah, I am lying to you. But I wish you would trust me nonetheless.

"No." He shook his head before he stood up and strode to my side of the table. Sitting right next to me, he encircled his hands around my waist and pulled himself closer.

"I'm not lying, Amelia," he said against my ear, and my traitorous body allowed goosebumps. "I like you so much, and I'm sorry I made you feel that way on Saturday. I'm really so, so, sorry I hurt you. It'll never happen again, I promise."

That was the manipulation of the highest level. He probably even knew what he was doing would work like a charm.

I kept quiet. What else could I have said? I closed my eyes, and I could feel tears welling up behind them. Again.

I was sick and tired of crying. All because of him. I didn't remember a time I ever cried so much in my life before I met Logan.

I was helpless, and I hated it.

Logan wiggled himself even closer to me and rested his head on the crook of my neck. His long, curly hair caressed the sides of my cheek.

"I'm sorry, Amelia. Please, forgive me."

Tears started to force themselves out of my closed eyes and onto my cheeks.

I knew I had already lost the fight before it even really began.

*****

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