Discovering Spencer

21. The break-up

The anticipation of seeing Logan was killing me.

I did not want to see him, look at him, talk to him or be anywhere near him at this point. But I knew it was coming like a winter storm in the middle of December and I was going to have him whether I wanted to or not.

When I got to health class all eyes were on me and everyone's faces basically had the same look, the what-was-she-doing-here-look. Did they not think I was going to show up to class? Did they think I was going to be hiding somewhere so I could avoid Logan?

Ignoring the stares I took my seat and carried on with my routine: pulled out my book, notebook and pen. When the last bell rang I looked around the class, seemed like everyone was present except for Logan. I guess he must have decided not to come to class; he probably didn't want to face me which was fine because I didn't want to face him either.

Five minutes into class and no Logan. I was happy, I was comfortable, it brought me time to think about what I was going to say to him later on today. I pictured the conversation in my head, I'd be the one doing most of the talking because, really, what could he possibly have to say, and I'd also be yelling and screaming to emphasize how angry I was. If he thought I was going to be lenient on him then he had another thing com__

"Mr. Whitlock," Ms. Fuller said through gritted teeth when Logan walked into class. I guess the universe must have gone back to hating me again. He shot Ms. Fuller an evil glare before going to his seat. I could tell he was in a bad mood, well I hope he was ready because his mood was about to change from bad to worse.

I didn't pay much attention to what Ms. Fuller was saying throughout the class period. I jotted a few things down and nodded here and there from time to time so it could seem like I was paying attention but I wasn't. My focus was on Logan and I didn't care if he was indirectly interfering with my education.

I was beyond angry. Hell hath no fury over a woman's scorned and Logan was going to feel all of my scorn.

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By the time class was over anger was surging through me because Lagan was:

a- Acting like everything was okay between us

b- He had spent the ENTIRE class period talking to Big-Tits-No-Brain Jane Lawrence; about what, I didn't know but it must have been something that held her interest because she kept giggling disrupting the class and it almost got her kicked out.

I stormed out of class with Logan trailing behind me. He knew I was mad so he was being precautious not to say the wrong thing. I was just waiting, waiting for him to say the wrong thing, anything at this point so I could lash out on him.

I waded through a group of students who were discussing something unimportant trying to lose Logan but he was right on my tail. He was relentless and so was I. I was midway up to my next class when I noticed he was walking beside me. I shot him my most daring, most venomous look.

"I'm sorry," he said putting an arm around my neck.

I shrugged him off immediately.

"Is that all you have to say?" I asked, fuming.

"What else do you want me to say?" There was no remorse in his tone, no type of guilt whatsoever, then it dawned on me that he really didn't care. He was just saying sorry because it was just something to say, he didn't mean it.

I stopped walking. My throbbing heart told me to keep on walking, go to my next class and deal with this later but I was enraged to a point where I couldn't control it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled, he opened his mouth to speak but I put my hand up. "You do this shit to me then you wanna pretend that it didn't happen. How could you do this to me__" My voice was breaking. "They wrote about me on the bathroom walls, they called me a whore all because of you." The tears came fast and furious.