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"Then I text him congratulations." I held my arms up while Lowen make the fashion dress she needs to prepare for her assignment.

"In what way, congratulations? Like nice congratulations or rather the annoying, I don't care congratulations?" Lowen took the last needle to tighten the dress when she once again pecked my skin lightly before I screamed.

"Sorry." She gritted her teeth and gave an apologetic look. I couldn't keep my hands up, so I clipped my fingers and cupped my hands on my head.

"Of course, in an annoying way. He's been texting me for days." I rolled my eyes. I really put everything together in my head and the result was a mess. So many pieces don't fit together and guess which ones don't match the most...

Yes, exactly the one that Logan pays or gives me attention. If he doesn't text me, I see him, and not because we have a lecture together, but because he actually talks to me about the smallest of reasons.

At work, it's a book again. During the lectures, a piece of paper, a pen... everything only to get a chance to speak. Just my favorite place, the lab is still free from Logan and I hope I can start my project before he finds it.
I actually talk like he's my personal stalker.

"I know what's wrong with him." Lowen rose from her knees and immediately met my eyes since we have the same height. "Then please say it to me, because I don't know."

"It's obvious Brook. Mister North is so attracted to you that he can hardly escape this little addiction." I felt cold and warm at the same time. Let's get off the topic, it's just giving me more reasons to avoid Logan.

"Logan? Please, he might be addicted to all that nicotine he puffs through cigarettes, but me? That just sounds creepy. Like he's my stalker." I shook once, feeling goosebumps all over my body.

When I looked at my already lowered arms, the hair stood up. Lowen walked away from me to her kitchen table to twirl around in the little box, where she has her sewing stuff. "I wouldn't exactly describe it as stalking. Logan probably wants you though because you're so unavailable right now, you're the one who turned him down, and he likes that."

He was turned on by my detest for him? That's what I call a weird kink. "Can we please change the subject?" I stepped off the stack of five books for a little walk before becoming a fashion doll again.

Changing the subject doesn't get rid of my problem with Logan. But I don't want to talk about the guy in my free time. He used to be out of my vocabulary and now his name is in every other sentence I think or say, and it gets on my nerves.

I've got enough on my mind to take care of. All this stress for the answer from Jena, which I haven't gotten for two days, and Layton isn't doing any better either.

He is tied to the bed in the hospital. It breaks my heart every time to see my little brother lying there. He tries to smile at me, but he has to understand that I can hear everything, including my parents' crying, the costs that are increasing every day, and that his body will soon no longer play along.