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

Chapter 4

**That was the end of the flashback :p**

Logans POV:

Oh crap. There sat the one person that hated me the most. I expected our reunion to be full of evil looks and shouting, but she just sat there, slowly blinking at me with her big blue eyes. Should i say something? I took my seat in the chair, angling myself so i could still see her. She looked breath-taking sitting there. She wore a big blue knitt sweater, black leggings, gray combat boots, and a black beanie. She swept her long curls over her shoulder and took another fry. I couldn't take this. How did we get here? From Best friends to casually ignoring eachother from across the diner? I would feel better if she were yelling at me. Anger proved she cared and still felt for me, this silence told me she'd moved on. But i haven't, I thought. I stood up abruptly and walked over to the booth.

"Hey..." I mumbled. Kyland looked up at me and almost choked on her soda.

"Hey." It was Stella speaking. Her voice was sweet to my ears. She looked calm. Almost as if nothing had ever happened and i was just some boy she knew.

"Can uhh i talk with you?" My throat felt dry, but i stood my ground. When she didn't move i said, "Please?" I would kill just to speak to her again. She nodded and stood up from the booth. We walked outside and she leaned against the brick wall, waiting for me to talk.

"How have you been?" How have you been? That's all i could manage to say, her eyes were narrowed and her perfect eyebrows furrowed. She looked...confused.

"How have i been?" She repeated, "How have i been? I've been just fine." She plastered a smile on her face, but i could see the anger swelling in her.

"Look, you know i'm sorry. I had no choice..."

"No choice??? You said you'd come back for me. I waited so long for you, but you never came. So you know what? Let's skip the 'how are you's' and just get to it. I don't know how to feel about you anymore. You've shattered every last bit of hope in me. Just leave me the hell alone before you do it again!" She spat. Our eyes locked ats her words sank in. With that, she turned and marched back inside. I followed her, wanting to say more, but she had already grabbed her bag and Kyland and marched past me, out the door. I had never seen her like that before. She was beyond anger. She HATED me. She was let down because of me. I went to our table and told everyone I was leaving despite their protests. I had to fix what I've done. If only she knew what happened...