Pulse (On Hold)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

I can feel his cold gaze on me, never blinking as his deep brown eyes smoulder powerfully under thick eyelashes. His hoody as usual is casting a shadow over his handsome face, but not dark enough to prevent me from really seeing the depth to the hatred displayed on his features.

Although his facial expression is hard an impenetrable, I offer him a shy smile over the microphone to acknowledge his presence. He has been watching all of my performances since the first day we met, but we haven’t talking since then. He retreats before I even have a chance to confront him.

Logan’s lips form a tight line as his scorching orbs threaten to unhinge me. I fear that I might forget the lyrics because I’m so distracted by his livid, yet glorious face. Despite having him laugh at me before, I feel a pang of raw excitement hit my heart as adrenaline spikes through my veins.

“You’re never going to love me, so what’s the use?” I begin to sing to the faceless man who has been pulling me into the janitor’s closet. “What’s the point of playing a game you’re gonna loose? What’s the point of saying you love me like a friend? What’s the point in saying it’s never going to end?”

Logan’s right eyebrow arches high against his chalky forehead as I continue to sing.

“You're too proud to say that you've made a mistake. You're a coward to the end. I don't wanna admit that we're not gonna fit. No, I'm not the type that you like. Why don't we just pretend?”

Logan’s bottom lip is taken between his teeth as he watches intensely, his eyes still loathing me.

“Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know oh. I can't let you go, can't let you go oh. I just want it to be perfect. To believe it's all been worth the fight. Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know oh.”

Logan’s stays still like he’s been carved from the stone his skin resembles. His enchanting brown eyes hold mine as I sing, and I stare back at him until he angrily looks away.

“You only ever touch me in the dark. Only if we're drinking can you see my spark. And only in the evening could you give yourself to me. Cause the night is your woman, and she’ll set you free.”

Logan’s fists slam on the table in front of him and his eyebrows knit in anger. I can’t help but worry if my performance is really that horrible. That’s the only reasonable explanation I can come up with as to why he’s reacting like this.

“You're too proud to say that you've made a mistake. You're a coward to the end. I don't wanna admit that we're not gonna fit. No, I'm not the type that you like. Why don't we just pretend?”

Logan stands up and his head turns slightly to face the exit. Is he really going to leave now? Even when I havn’t finished the song yet?

“Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know oh. I can't let you go, can't let you go oh. I just want it to be perfect. To believe it's all been worth the fight. Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know oh.”

I finish the song prematurely, thank the band and walk down the steps leading to the many tables. When I finally reach him, and extend my arm to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, Logan’s entire body freezes, extremely tense. Like I’m holding a gun to his temple or something.

“Hello Logan,” I say in a measured tone.

I flinch back from the harshness of his next words. “Goodbye Emerald.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, feeling an overwhelming need to ease his anger swell through my body.

“Would you kindly remove your hand from my shoulder?” Logan requests through his teeth, his broad back still facing me. I do as he says reluctantly as rejection hurts my chest.