-Logan's POV-
"What happen?" I took deep breaths, I couldn't believe what was happening.
Selena looked up at me, she obviously was having trouble speaking, she couldn't make anything out. A part of me felt bad for her, yet another part, wasn't sure. I knew helping her would be the right thing to do no matter how much pain she caused me.
"You don't have to say anything. Lets just go before Jake gets up, you can stay at my place." I let go of her but kept myself close. I picked up her dress and helped her get in it before ditching this place.
I picked her up and started sprinting back to my house.
"You don't have to carry me, Logan." Selena informed me.
I rolled my eyes letting her down carefully on the ground. "Did he like, successfully, you know." I wasn't sure how to ask her anything.
She shook her head no. "You saved me before he could." He face was bright red, I wasn't sure if it was because she was crying or she was embarrised, or both.
I nodded slowly as I walked up my porch steps opening the door with the key. I pushed open the door to see my sister and her boyfriend making out on the couch. I shook my head in disgust and guided Selena upstairs as she kept her eyes on them.
-Selena's POV-
I never actually met Logan's sister, and I was kinda thankful for that. He showed me his way to his room upstairs and sat me down on his bed.
He sat down next to me, trying not to make things awkward.
"Did he hurt you anywhere?" he spoke softly.
"Yeah, he dug his nails into my wrists holding them down, that's it." I showed him small marks on my wrist as he held them to get a closer look.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked concerned.
"I'm fine." I lied.
He nodded slowly placing my hands back down.
"Listen, Logan..." I tried to explain myself but he wouldn't listen.
"Save it Selena."
Words couldn't explain how I was feeling. Sad, happy, scared, embarrassed, mad, all in one. Logan saw more of me then I ever intended. Even though our relationship was very little, there was something about him I liked. He was real. Most boys you see at school, they're fake. Just because they're good looking gives them an excuse to be a jerk, that isn't the case with Logan. He gets good grades, he's already good looking, usually he's kind, but most of all, he really cares. He didn't have to help me. If he just left me behind who knows what Jake would of done to me. I was really greatful for that. I was glad we were actually talking, even if it was small talk. I was still depressed. I was scared of what else Jake could possible do, or what Logan could be thinking. I was devisated. I don't even think I know who I am anymore.
"I guess I should get going then." I felt like I was going to break down crying.
"No you're not. Jake could be out there. You're staying here." Logan never sounded to serious.
"Why do you care?" I spat at him.
"Because I do? Why don't you stop worrying about yourself so much for once and actually appreciate where you're at. I didn't have to help you, but I did, and the least you can say is thank you rather than giving me you're pointless attitude."
And he was right. He deserved more respect from me. "I'm sorry. Thanks." I kept an emotionless face and looked down at the scratches on my wrist.
"Mhm." he rolled his eyes and got up walking out the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked, confused.
"To get clothes from my sister's room for you." he said without looking back at me.
He came back out with sweat pants and a white tee shirt, and dropped them on my lap. "There's a bathroom down the hallway, come back here when you're done, you don't want my sister seeing." he commanded.
Without saying anything I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I looked in the mirror and realized I looked like a mess. My makeup was all over my face, my hair was crazy, this made me feel even more embarrassed. I walked out nervously and made my way over to Logan's room before getting changed.
"Can I use your shower?" I was shaking.
"Go for it." Logan avoided eye contact with me as he sat on his bed reading a book.
I walked back into the bathroom, taking a quick shower.
By the time I was almost done I heard a yell outside of the bathroom door.
"LOGAN, GET OUT OF THE SHOWER I HAVE TO PEE WHAT THE HELL!" I assumed this was his sister.
I wasn't sure if she would bust me if she actually acknowledged I was here. I talked in a deeper voice trying to pass as Logan. "Hold on!"
"No!" She kicked the door open which caused me to jump. "WHY DO YOU HAVE MY CLOTHES ON THE FLOOR YOU FREAK?" She screamed. By now Logan came in. Could this be any more awkward.
Logan pushed his sister out the door slamming it behind them. I couldn't make out what they were saying over the sound of the water but they were definitely arguing.
I turned off the shower and got dressed. I was too scared to walk out, so I kept the door locked and sat down against the bathroom door and took out my phone. I checked my facebook notifications, to see 20. I went on my wall, looking at a bunch of posts about how I was a slut, and people making fun of me and Jake. I didn't read it all, I was confused. I deleted my account instead. I wasn't putting up with people's crap anymore.
After 30 minutes sitting there I heard Logan open the door slowly causing me to fall back.
"Sorry!" he apologized helping me up. "What took you so long?"
"Nothing," I lied. "Just girl stuff."
He nodded slowly as if he understood, but it was obvious he was confused.
I walked back into his room sitting on his bed, as he sat down next to me. He had to be one of the most gorgeous people ever. His oceanic blue eyes were my favorite feature about him. Whenever I look into them, I feel like I'm in love. I think I had to accept the fact, I am in love with him.
"Logan." I gulped.
"Yeah?"
I leaned in, placing my hands on his chest, kissing him softly, just like we would. He pushed me away instantly, staring at me in shock. "I'm not falling for you, only to be broken again."
