Margaret stood there, her mouth opening and closing like a fish in dire need of water. I don't think she knew what to say. She obviously knew I was home, but the two boys on either side of me looking at her had come as a complete surprise. Not to mention how disheveled they looked... and probably the looks too had added to her shock.

"Margaret?" I called.

As well as expected, she didn't answer.

She did, however, turn her eyes to me, at least acknowledging she had heard me perfectly, but just too busy staring to answer, then proceeded to look at Ethan, and right back to Logan. They stayed there.

"Err... Do you wanna have a seat?" I asked, not sure what else to say to get her attention.

She blinked. "Here?"

I creased my brows incredulously before I looked around our living room. I would have thought my inviting her to have a seat was clear enough. Apparently not to her with whatever was going on in her head.

"Margaret?" Finally, Dad's voice behind her was strong enough to get her complete attention, breaking the staring spell. "Why are you standing out there for?" He asked before he turned his attention to us, and with wide eyes and a pointed finger, said, "as for the three of you, whatever is going on there, fix it. I don't ever again want to come home to find what I found outside. It's childish, and not a good look to my neighbors, Understood?"

Loud and clear. I bobbed my head frantically agreeing with that. I didn't think I would ever want to witness anything like that, ever.

Satisfied with that, he turned around and marched out of the living room to his bedroom.

Thank God.

Margaret showing up had saved us from the never-ending, awkwardness and insufferable questions and answers, but of course, that left the three of us in yet another series of uncomfortable glances towards each other. Four people if you want to count Margaret who thankfully, had come out of whatever she was under and took a seat dad had occupied earlier.

Even then, none of us spoke. Too much tension, maybe pent-up anger to actually speak. Each of us had their own reasons to be angry about. Me, the boy's unwanted fist-fight outside, the fallout with Suzy and generally just the confusion that seemed to clung to me like a freaking second skin.

Logan, well... I imagine a lot of things must have been going through his head. Prominent one probably the reason he bulldozed his way to my dad's front porch which could only mean he knew about what happened between Luke and I

Ethan, Ethan was a different case. Several reasons could have been why he acted the way he did. Defending himself? That didn't explain why he was so angry though. The only reason I could think about was he was hurt, by me, and my apparent relation he wasn't aware of. Which really didn't make any sense. I don't think I would have been angry if I found out he had a girlfriend. Was I stringing him along? Did I ever do something that gave him some kind of hope between us? I didn't think so. I tried remembering all our encounters, but nothing stood up as me giving him signs.

I needed to have a chat with him as soon as possible.

"So," Margaret broke the silence, and let her eyes wander to each one of us in question. "What happened to you guys?"

None of us volunteered to answer. That was until Ethan abruptly got up from his seat and let out a loud breath. "You know what?" He ran his hand on his hair. "Amelia, I'm just gonna go."

I panicked. Why did I panic? Let me tell you. Ethan has always been cheerily, but the way he said those few words, I didn't like it one bit. I could be wrong but, it felt like he was saying goodbye forever. Like he didn't want anything to do with me anymore.

I didn't want that. It seemed I was losing friends left and right, and besides, apart from Suzy whom as I said, I had just lost; Ethan was another person I didn't want to lose, especially all on the same day. Despite knowing him not that long ago, he kinda proved to be someone I could rely on. He always showed up to save the day. No matter what. He didn't even need a reason or answer. He never asked.

"Ethan, " I called, standing up as well. Which caused Logan to stand up right after, and took a step closer to me.

Ethan didn't answer. Ethan was definitely still mad. He probably hated me. I should have told him about Logan.

He threw me a side glance and looked away. Confirming my thoughts about him not wanting anything to do with me. My heart sunk. I wanted to do something, anything, but what?

"Umm, we will talk later, yeah?" I tried.

"No, you won't," Logan growled and took my hand on his, almost possessively.

I shot him a side glare. Seriously, he was not about to tell me whom to talk to and whom not to.

He did not care about my glare in the slightest. In fact, he pretended like he couldn't see it at all. Now that I think about it, maybe he really couldn't see it seeing as his eyes were solely engaged in staring Ethan down.

Ethan, whose eyes menacingly flashed, before they dropped down to our conjoined hands then back to Logan and narrowed. Logan narrowed his eyes right after. Challenging him.

"Oh, for God's sake, " I yanked my arm out of Logan's grip. Or tried to, he didn't let go. "Can you two stop it? I can't do this with you guys anymore."

With that, Ethan turned his attention to me and the smallest of a smile crept on his lips. "We will, I promise, " he said before he turned around and walked out of the house without any other glance to anybody else.

I swear I could hear Logan's teeth about to break each other from how hard he crunched his jaw. His hold on my hand tightened in a quick pulse, almost painfully to me before he turned around, facing me completely.

"We..." He swept his hand back and forth between us. "Need to have a long and hard talk."

I couldn't agree more. That's exactly what we needed and I knew just what to say at that moment.

"That..." I pointed my whole arm to the direction Ethan went. "That really wasn't called for. There was absolutely no need for you to be rude to him."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrow. "You wanna talk about what wasn't called for? Let's see." He raised his forefinger, "You go around kissing other men."

"One man, " I corrected. "And it wasn't a kiss. It was..."

He added another finger, shutting me up. "You skipped school without any explanation about it. I had to fucking find out everything from my fucking cellphone. And to top it up, I find you here with that sleazy piss of shit, about to drive off to God knows where." His eyes flashed angrily as he took a step closer. "So, tell me. What part of all the above, was not called for?"

"Err..." I blinked. What would I think if I found out about him and some other girl kissing on a parking lot through a phone?

"Ethan is my friend, " I said instead.

Logan took another step, causing me to have to tip my head up to see his face clearly. The face that I loved so much. The face that at that moment, was twisted in a scowl, showing just how angry he was.

"A friend you said?" He scoffed like he found what I said to be amusing. "A friend?" This time his voice didn't sound so amusing anymore. This time he growled. "That guy clearly wants to fu..."

"Ahem, " Margaret loudly cleared her throat at the right time. Stopping Logan from saying the word he wanted to say. "Do you guys want me to leave you two to talk?"

I think we had forgotten Margaret was there.

Both Logan and I turned our attention to her, but still, didn't answer.

"Right, " she said. "I will err...just go." She stood up and took rapid steps past us but before she could disappear, she turned around and gave me thumbs up. The excited smile she had on her face made me roll my eyes. I was never going to hear the end of it.

The moment she was fully gone, Logan retook my hand on his. "Let's go."

"What? I can't just leave, " I protested.

He slowly pulled at my arm, causing me to take a step towards him. "I'll bring you back. We can't talk here. We need to be alone right now."

Oh!

He tugged at my arm again and I followed. Without any hesitation, I followed behind him. Quietly.

He was right. We needed to talk and if we were gonna do it right, we couldn't do it there. We needed to clear the air. Any doubts, any problems, any lingering issues. We needed to talk about everything.

I wanted to trust him again, completely. I wanted everything to just go back to normal. Be the way they were before. Us, the two of us with no doubts, no confusion, and most definitely no anger. And who knew? Maybe it was impossible to make sense of things alone. Maybe starting with him was what I needed.

Maybe I only needed him.

What could go wrong with Logan talking things out with me alone?

I should have known it's never just talking. Especially when it comes to him.

*****

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