a football player and a band geek... not gonna happen... right? 6

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"You don't have to get hurt to get this treatment. You deserve it; you've gone thru a lot lately. I don't want to hear you say that again, do you understand." He practically hissed at me. Shit, so much for thinking that last part to myself.

"Sorry, I thought I said that in my head. How about you get some sleep. You look like you haven't gotten any sleep. The bags under your eyes are very unattractive." I said tracing my finger under his eyes. It looked like he had stayed up all night taking care of me. He is so sweet sometimes, this is one of them.

"I'd rather not fall asleep when my friend has been hurt like you have. I'd worry too much."

"Thank you. Now get some sleep. You're worn out." I said, laying my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

His breathing evened out after a while and I looked at his face and found him peacefully asleep. He must have been really tired, I'm glad he was willing to sleep, I don't need to be babysat all the time. But it was sweet of him. I laid my head back down and moved a bit to get comfortable. Logan tightened his grip around me pulling me closer to him. I could lay here all day, I'm in heaven. I'm laying in the arms of my football player, in his bed, and no one can take that from me. After about a half an hour my phone started going off and I dug it out of my pocket without disturbing Logan.

*hey, im srry I hurt u. I didn't mean to I swear. I lov u <brokenheart>*

Great, when will Brandon leave me alone? I deleted the message so Logan didn't see it, he would get mad at Brandon again. I don't that to happen. I fell asleep shortly after wards, smiling at how lucky I could be today.

*****4 hrs later*******

****Logan's POV*****

I woke up to Kasandra lying across my chest having a fit or something. I was about to ask what was wrong when I noticed she was still asleep, she must be having a nightmare. As I was about to wake her up she sat up bolt right and let out a bone chilling scream. I started rubbing her back when she stopped screaming and pulled her into my chest. I could feel her tears fall onto my chest and feel the tremors that rocked her body. No wonder she doesn't like to sleep, if this is how she wakes up. After about fifteen minutes or so she calmed down and looked up into my eyes. Her green eyes where shining from her tears and were slightly puffy. I wiped away the remaining tears off of her cheek with my thumb and gave her a hug. When I pulled back she had a small smile.

"You ok? You seemed pretty shaken from that nightmare." I whispered into her ear.

"I'm fine, I'm used to it. It happens every night. I'm sorry you had to witness that, it was one of my worse ones." She said looking down playing with the edge of the blanket. I hooked my finger underneath her chin and made her look up at me.

"Don't apologize, you can't control it. Now sense we are both awake how about we get some food into you. You have to be hungry." I smiled at her, and watched a smile creep across her face. That's better, she should smile more, it's a beautiful smile.

"Ok, I guess I am, now that I think about it." She said sheepishly. I grabbed her hand and climbed out of bed bringing her along with me. Her face turned bright pink and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I never pegged you for one who blushed so easily. Now that I know it'll be fun to torture you in school." I said letting go of her hand and grabbing her back pack off the floor. I went into the hall and grabbed a towel out of the closet and put them both on the bathroom counter. I turned around and saw Kasandra looking at me, well more of glaring at me.

"I am capable of taking care of my stuff. I only got a mild concussion, I'm not suffering any permanent damage." She spat at me folding her arms over her chest, so cute.

"Calm down, I was being polite. Anyways, take a shower, I'll go downstairs and make breakfast." I said running out of the bathroom closing the door behind me.

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