-Selena's POV-
I put my head on his shoulder. I couldn't help but smiling like crazy, but thankfully he didn't have to see that. "Logan....do you really mean that?"
"Yeah. I guess I do." He admitted.
"That's sweet." I pulled away trying to hide my huge smile, but failed.
"Yeah I guess. Do you feel better?" He asked concerned.
I ran my hand through my hair. "I guess I'm alright."
"Sel!" Ariana ran over to us both. "Are you okay?!"
"Yeah I'm fine." I lied. I felt like crap.
"Thank god!" She let out a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go use the bathroom. I'll be right back."
"I wouldn't mind joining you." Logan teased but quickly got a slap in the arm from Ariana.
I rolled my eyes and ran out of the gym to the bathrooms. I walked down the hallway to instantly get stopped by a familiar face. Dean.
"Well look who we have here." He took my wrists and pinned them to the wall.
"Please don't rape me." I begged.
"You rejected me once, it won't happen again. Now I'm taking you to homecoming, be sure to wear something sexy." He threatened.
"Wait, when's homecoming?" I asked kinda feeling stupid.
"Friday night. Seven. Be there."
"So should I meet you or..."
"Meet me."
"Gotcha. Now I need to pee."
"I wouldn't mind joining you." He winked and let go of me.
"Oh you're not the only one." I rolled my eyes once again and stepped into the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror to see a small bruise on my head. I sighed and closed my eyes. I wished my mom were still here for me. I wish I got the chance to talk to her about my problems. Soon enough I found myself crying, and I couldn't stop.
I went back out with a red face and wet eyes, which make it kinda obvious I was crying. I saw Logan staring at me from across the room. I knew he knew I was crying. I tried to avoid him anyways. Mr. Brick let us do whatever we wanted for the last fifteen minutes. I decided to kill time by sitting in the corner by myself.
Soon enough Logan came over and sat next to me.
"Sel."
"What?"
"I know you were crying. Now what's wrong?"
This just wanted to make me cry more. "N-nothing." My voice sounded choked up.
"Look if it's about the rope just get over it-"
"It's not about the rope."
"Then what?"
"Nothing!" I lied.
"Hmm...well I guess I'll just go." He got up and moved to the other side of me quickly and slid up his hands up my shirt to tickle me.
I heard myself giggle like an idiot but I couldn't help it. "LOGAN STOP!" I pleaded.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong!" He continued.
"Alright I'll tell you just stop!"
He slide his hands from under my shirt and helped me sit up.
