If I Can't Have you

(15) Box of Stuff

"Here," Jemima says, placing a box on top of the bar in front of Logan, who stared at it, a slight frown on his face, "what is it?"

"Your stuff." Jemima states.

"I believe you, you know?" Logan says.

"In regard to what?" Jemima asks.

"That you didn't send him after me." Logan replies.

"Okay, do you want a medal?" Jemima retorts.

"I haven't touched her," Logan states, as he walks round the bar to stand beside her.

"It's over, Logan." Jemima tells him, "I can't do it. All I'd ever be doing is wondering if there was someone else you'd rather be with, I don't want that."

"I don't want her... I've thought it over and I really, really do not want her." Logan insists.

"Should have made that decision before getting in a relationship with me. I can't trust you," Jemima sighs, "it shouldn't have had to be thought about."

"I love you, and if you still love me, we can work through this, Jem. Please, I'll do whatever it takes." Logan pleads, taking hold of her hand.

Jemima hates that she still has some sort of weakness when it comes to his hazel eyes. She was never going to take him back, but she didn't pull her hand away when she knows she should have.

"We're not doing this, Logan."

"Why not? I promise you Jemima, nobody comes close. I was stupid. Fucking stupid." Logan says, brushing a piece out of the way of her face, "please believe me, love."

"Oh I believe you when you say you're stupid, don't you worry." Jemima remarks, the smell of his familiar aftershave greeting her senses due to his close proximity.

"One chance, that's all I'm asking for, you won't regret it." Logan persists, his thumb caressing her knuckles.

The doors to the pub burst open, and the small crowd stops their chattering. Jemima knew the only people that cause that sort of reaction are Shelbys.

That was enough to snap her from her trance, dropping Logan's hand and stepping backwards, "no, it's over, for good. It's not happening again."

Jemima turns to exit the pub, meeting Tommys eyes as he spoke to Grace. There was a slight clench to his jaw as his eyes follow her out of the pub.

-

"Mister Funsponge!" Isla exclaims excitedly as Tommy walks into Jemimas house, where Max and Jemima were looking after her.

"Hello Mischief," Tommy says, as the bundle of sunshine rushes over to him, hugging his waist, "guess what?"

"You've come up with an alternative to smoking to make everybody stop?" Tommy guesses, knowing the girl hates that everyone around her always seems to have a cigarette between their lips.

"I wish," Isla sighs, "no, I haven't, unfortunately. But I have beaten Jem at checkers."

"Have you?" Tommy hums, looking over to Jemima, the only reason he'd actually stopped by.

"Good on you, well done." Tommy says as she nods in confirmation.

"Why are you here?" Max asks.

"I need to speak to Morrigan about Ada," Tommy informs.

"Who's Morrigan?" Isla queries.

"Jemima is Smiley." Max tells her.

"Then why doesn't Funsponge just use her proper name," Isla says, folding her arms across her chest and glancing up at Tommy.