What we're made of. (Logan Lerman fan fic)

Chapter 3

*Flashback*

Stellas POV:

I inspected my make up. It looked perfect. Nothing could upset me. Except for this damn heat! Great. I hate the heat. I went downstairs where my boyfriend and best friend Logan waited for me. We were going to a party and I loved to mess with him by making him wait. I examined myself in the mirror at the bottom of the stairs. My long dirty blonde hair fell down to my waist in big natural curls, and I wore a gray and black dress with gold heels that I think made me look...well...hot! I turned to Logan and raised an eyebrow.

''Well??"

''Well," he sighed, ''You're amazing as always. Now can we go?" A smirk played on his lips. I nodded and we headed to the party.

*at the party*

We pulled up to the house as many people filed in through the door. Many voices and music boomed in the quiet of the night. It was Josh Devine's annual kick off for summer party. Through the doorway, the hall and into the kitchen, we found our friends. Kyland stood nearest me with her boyfriend Ian. Next to her was Savanna, Mia, Kody, and Jessie.

"Heyy!" They all cheered, raising their cups.

"Come on Ky! Let's dance!" I called, pulling Kyland with me to the living room. We then danced our butts off for a bit with some people until Logan came over and pulled my arm. He took me outside into the cool night.

" I'm....I'm leaving Stells. Moving." He stuttered, his hands tangled in mine.

"Haha you're kidding right?" He shook his head. " You promised me...you said you would be there for me...tell your mom no!" I begged. My eyes burned with hot tears.

"I can't. I have to go." He tried to cup my chin but I pulled away.

" Fine. Go. I see what you are really made of...who you are. I don't need you nor do I want you," I cried, ripping my hands from his. I pulled off my heels and marched through the house and down the road. I could hear Logan calling my name, but I didn't turn. My vision blurred and pain clenched in my chest. Then I cried. I cried as hard as possible, wanting to be home in my bed already. Nothing could match this pain he had caused me.

Logan's Pov:

I called out to Stella but she kept walking. I couldn't let her walk home alone, but there's no way she'd talk to me. Ever since her brothers tragic death last summer, she's felt alone and distant. I had promised her that I would never let her be alone. That'd it's always be there. And now, the summer before junior year, I was breaking my promise. I was leaving her alone. Her father died while on a call as a trusted fireman one night while her mother was a world renown author who traveled all around in hope for inspiration. Stella spent many long nights alone, crying herself to sleep, though she'd never admit it. I could tell. And it killed me. At that moment, I hated myself for breaking her heart.