Chapter 12.3

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Logan's pov

I think I'm the only sane one here.

Brad: Logan! I'm calling the cops on you.

Logan: Have fun explaining why a bunch of minors live alone in an apartment full of cash.

Everyone was yelling at Leo. Like he was a crazy guy who ran around malls disguised as two giant thugs in turtle necks who grab and drug kids. That's so what happened.

I mean it did/does but not Leo in disguise. Though at this point it wouldn't suprise me.

I walked out while no one was looking. The frozen guy said nothing. The bell was bent into its self until it was nothing but a ball of metal.

Brad: I see you

I looked across the streets. He waved at me.

Cars essentially are big hunk of metal. They all stopped on my command. I also felt a bunch of horns failing to beep that might have been my fault.

I ran across the street and hugged him. He hugged me back. The days events caught up to me and my headache raged on. But I didn't care. A small eternity passed.

"What we're you talking about? Earlier?"

I pulled away and texted him.

Logan: How did you find me?

"I got a text."

I looked back into the cafe. No one was looking.

"That's not an answer Logan."

I shrugged. I have too bad of a headache to explain why I'm mute to my boyfriend.

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