Not Love

[ 10 ] Not Caring

|Unedited, but I will get on that once the book is finished.

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Chapter 10: Not Caring

•)Logan's POV(•

I scanned the crowd for Alex, but I didn't see her. I know I should have said that I didn't care in front of half the school, and embarrassed her. But of course, being the idiotic jackass I am, I did.

It was the fact that I did care, too much even, but I don't know why. I shouldn't care, I'm supposed to hate her and she's supposed to hate me. But when I saw her in the hall, I just couldn't help it. She had a hood pulled over her head, spreading shadows all over her face. Her shoulders were hunched and she wore a tired frown.

Before I knew what I was doing, my feet were moving toward her and I started demanding answers. I forced her to look at me and she looked like she got beat up or something very terrible happened to her. I could see the sadness and the pain in her eyes that she was trying to hide. I needed to know who or what did that to her.

I needed to take the pain away, because I can't stand to see her like that. Not that I would ever admit that out loud, though.

I said the wrong thing, as always, and I could see tears forming in her eyes. Guilt instantly spread through me, and before I could say that I didn't mean it and take it back, she took off. I tried running after her, but she got lost in the crowd. The crowd that just saw everything.

I just thought that if I said I didn't care out loud, it would make it true. But it didn't, it doesn't. No matter how much I deny it, I care. And I hate it.

Why did I have to be such an ass? Normally I would have just laughed it off, but not when she looked so vulnerable and fragile. When she was so broken and hurt like she was.

I could see it in her eyes, something bad happened, and she was already hurt and pained, I just rubbed salt in the wound.

I was angry, at myself. Again. Everywhere I go, everything I do, I just hurt people. I'm like a tornado, destroying everything good, turning it from good to bad, then bad to worse.

I started walk in the direction of the parking lot when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. Hope spread through me, maybe it was her.

"I saw you dump that skank in the hallway, you can do so much better than her you know. Like me." She giggled at her sexual joke, and slowly trailed her finger down my arm.

Anger seeped through me. I knew that voice, squeaky and high pitched, and those claws she calls fingernails.

Tracy.

I pushed her hand off of me, spinning around. "Don't talk about her like that." I growled lowly, narrowing my eyes at her.

I saw a flash of fear in her eyes, before it was replaced with a seductive smirk.

Her face was caked with makeup, as always, and you could see her natural brown roots which had grown from her dyed blonde hair. I can't believe that I once went for these kinds of girls.

"You dumped her, remember? It was probably the best choice you've ever made too. So why don't we get out of here and I can help you get over her..." She trailed off, biting her lip.

Revulsion swept through me. I can't believe even more that I ever slept with this girl. Multiple times.

"You don't know what's best for me, actually, you don't know me at all. Just because I banged you doesn't mean we are together, so stop acting like it. Now get away from me before I do something I'll regret." I stepped closer to her, towering over her intimidatingly.