On the Run

Chapter 24

It has been two days since Liz told me that Dillon has asked her out to the movies. Tonight is the night that they are going out and I have felt sick all day. During English, Dillon minded his own business and was on his phone the entire class. I think he is mad at me for cancelling our plans to get together to do our project. After Liz told me about her having feelings for him, I have been avoiding him. Logan was talking to me the whole time about his plans for Thanksgiving next week. I let out a sigh as I walk towards Logan's car. He is leaning against the hood wearing his Ray Ban sunglasses that he loves so much.

"Hey beautiful," he pulls me close and kisses me passionately. I try to lose myself in this moment but I hear Liz call out Dillon's name. Instantly I pull away from Logan's romantic gesture to look at my friend and my ex. Liz is waving her hand in the air and Dillon is walking towards her with tunnel vision.
"Is everything okay?" Logan asks. I force myself to look away and look at my current boyfriend.

"Yeah," I mumble, wanting to get out of here so that I don't feel the need to spy on my best friend.

"Let's go to your place," I suggest, forcing myself to smile and forget about all thoughts pertaining to Dillon.

"Really?" He asks me, trying to mask his surprise but I can see right through it.

"Yeah your aunt and uncle are at work right?" I question him as I climb into the passenger side of his black car.

"Yes," he smirks at me. I know that I shouldn't be leading him on but I need this distraction.

"Good," I smile slyly as I buck my seat belt and face forward in the car. Out of the corner of my eye I watch Logan insert the key to start the car. I am hoping that he will not bring up me pulling away. I hate to admit it but he knows me so well that it is hard to hide something from him. It's very similar to what would happen to Dillon and I. More memories flood back into my mind of times that Dillon and I communicating without speaking a single word to each other. I push those thoughts away and keep looking at the school in front of me. He pauses and looks over at me. I meet his gaze and there is a look of concern.

"What is it really?" he asks. Shit.

"Nothing," I try to brush it off but I know I won't be able to.

"I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me what is going on with you." Logan takes the keys out of the ignition and crosses his arms across his chest and starts to pout.

"I don't want to talk about it," I tell him. I know exactly where this is going. We are going to end up arguing and he will drop me off at home and I won't have anyone to talk to. Liz is too busy with Dillon and I don't want to ruin her date with Dillon. They should be together. That's the big, fat lie I have been telling myself to help with the pain and the jealousy.

"Let me take one guess," he snickers. "It has to do with Dillon." His voice is laced with fire and venom. Logan has made his feelings about Dillon very clear. He has already made plans to come over while Dillon and I work on our project.

"I don't want to talk about it," I tell him again. I don't. I truly don't. The more I think about it, the worse the memories are. The happy ones hurt me the most. If it wasn't for Bruce fucking everything up, we would be together somewhere happy and not having to worry about a single thing. Now here I am with a boyfriend, who hates my ex, and won't let things go.

"Fine," he snaps. He jams his keys into the ignition and the engine comes to life seconds later. He pulls out of the parking lot and races back to my apartment. I turn my head to look out the window, fighting back tears and the urge to yell at Logan. It's times like these where I wish my mom was still alive and tell me that everything will work out. I don't like to burden Blake with any of my problems because she has enough on her plate. As I watch out the window, I start to realize that he isn't taking me home. We zoom down streets that are unfamiliar to me and before I know it we are leaving Portland. I watch the green trees fly past us and I grow curious as to where we are going.