When you Fall (Logan Lerman sequel to Falling for You)

Three

Faye.

Waking up early on a Wednesday morning might've been the worst. In the middle of the week, Friday only two days away but feeling like a decade. During high school Wednesdays were the worst for me. Not only did I have my most loathed teacher teaching me math first thing in the morning, but I was almost always my most lazy on that day.

Well, thank God for college. My poetry class began at one in the afternoon, and that was all of my classes for that day. I was two weeks into my college experience, and my life couldn't have been more perfect. Except for one thing. Logan. He wasn't with me. Even though it was only forty-eight hours till I saw him again, it still seemed like forever. 

Em and I had found a small apartment fifteen minutes away from the university. Or, semi-small. It was on the third floor, with two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom (how we managed with one bathroom, and a collection of five hundred make-up products, each? I'll never know) and a living room. The floor was made of pale tiles and the walls were white, which made the peculiar mix of coloured furniture more prominent. It could be described as comfortable living, with furniture from a large amount of thrift shops and cheap furniture stores.

It was 11:43 when I laid awake on my grey, boring bed sheets, staring blankly at the while hole that was my ceiling. I wobbled out of bed onto the cold tiles that stung my feet, and made my way to the bathroom. 

"Hey," said Em groggily , stepping into the bathroom, hungover from the party she attended last night. Her hair was unbelievably messy, and she had make-up smudged on her face that she failed to clean off  when she came home. She was still in her glittery, short dress that definitely didn't seem comfortable to sleep in. 

"You're hungover," I said laughing. 

"Shut up," she whispered. "Why are you talking so loud?" 

"Sorry. Didn't mean to disrupt your process of becoming human again," I said, and walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen, to make Em some coffee and get her the tub of aspirin that would help her return back to normalcy. She walked with me, tripping over her feet but finding her way to be able to walk. 

"It was a crazy party last night," she said. 

"Hmm, I can imagine."

"I might have a little drank too much."

"Why in Gods name would you say that?" I laughed, handing her aspirin and water.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," she said as she took the medicine. "Do you have any plans for today? You know, like, after class with that super fine poetry teacher. I don't like poetry but, for him? Gosh. The things I would do to him-"

"Em, please, stop talking."

"I'm just saying." 

I rolled my eyes, and went back to my room to get dressed. I put on a white t-shirt and black jeans, with a blue cardigan and converse, in no mood to get dressed in something fancy. Em complained later that my outfit wasn't worthy of being in a two mile radius from my poetry teacher, causing me to ignore her pestering while I made breakfast. 

"Em, I don't care," I interjected, startling her for interrupting her monologue on what was in my closet, and what I should and should not wear. 

"Well, you should! Professor Spence is one of the most handsome people on this earth-"

"After Logan?" I smirked. 

"Yea, sure, whatever. But Mr Spence! Come on Faye you can't say that he isn't attractive. He's gorgeous! His face is like-"

And that's when I tuned out on what she was saying, until she asked if I actually had plans later on that day. 

"I'm not sure. Do you want to do something?" I asked. 

"Yeah! Paul told me about this one club that has the best DJ in town. It's supposed to be really fun." 

"Are you sure you want to go to another party?"

"I won't drink," she said, but we both knew how ridiculous that statement was, that we started laughing.

Little did I know that I wouldn't arrive at that club. Or see Em drunk once again, using Paul as a standing post, simply because she couldn't. Or listen to the 'totally amazing DJ'. 

It was almost half past twelve when I was done eating breakfast, and semi-listening on what Em was preaching on about how Professor Spence's biceps  were bulging out of his shirt. When she finally went into the bathroom, I took out my phone and called Logan.

Beeeeeep   

Beeeeeep

Beeeeep

"Pick up Logan," I said to myself.

Beeeep

"Hey this is Logan. Leave a message," my phone replied. 

"Hey babe. I just wanted to hear your voice. I guess your voice mail did it for about one minute. Anyway call me when you get this. Love you," I said into the phone, and hung up. I set my phone in my pocket, told Em goodbye, and grabbed the keys to my black Ford fiesta.

 Why didn't he pick up? He can't be sleeping. I thought to myself, stepping into the car. Maybe he's shooting a scene? Maybe he's at a party?  Thoughts consumed my brain as I drove to my class, turning left and right on the greying concrete which used to be black, until I come onto the main road. 

The stop light was green when I pulled up at an intersection. 

I heard the vroooom of a motor being revved up violently, but I hadn't noticed any other car.  I put pressure on the right pedal, unaware that the loud auto mobile had been approaching on my left side, much faster than the actual speed limit. Much too fast. I jerked my head violently to the left, knowing what my fate was in .8 seconds. My car spun, lurching in what felt like all directions. Glass had found it way into my skin. My body was stiff. My sight was blurry. The only thing I could hear was the screeching of rubber on concrete and the quick pace of my heart beat.

In that moment I thought of Logan.

I hit my head against the wheel.

And then everything went dark.