Playing Games

Chapter 16

LOGAN POV

Warning: Let's get dirty, shall we?

I frustratedly groan before running my hands through my hair. I keep going to sleep, but Savannah keeps popping up in my dreams, and no matter how hard I try, I can't get her out of my head. She's driving me insane.

I know that I'm going to get her back, so there's no point in going through that stage of trying to forget the memories that we've already created. That's so pointless.

I grab my phone, sending multiple text just to purposely annoy her until she has no choice but to reply to me. I need to get her attention and get her back over here and show her that she doesn't want to walk away from this.

Savannah's lying to herself.

I could tell just by looking into her eyes when we were arguing, it was killing her to break it off with me, but something in her was just forcing her to do it. Savannah still wants me.

Who wouldn't want me?

I'm everything she could ever ask for, and if she doesn't come to her senses soon, she's even more delusional and idiotic than I thought.

Logan, stop.

I keep going back and forth. One second, I'm just thinking about her cute little smile and how gorgeous her eyes are, and then I'm hating her and hoping that karma bites her in the ass.

Then she'd come crawling back to me.

God, I'd love to see that.

The brief image of Savannah practically begging to be with me because she screwed up and made the wrong decision makes me smile, but then I start to feel a twinge in my chest because I shouldn't be thinking like that if I supposedly like her so much.

What's wrong with me?

I get out of the bed, walking into my bathroom. I turn on the sink water, and it comes pouring out of the faucet at a medium pace, and I cup my hands before placing them underneath the water. 

The iciness makes me recoil because it's so cold, but I place my hands back under the water so I can collect it in my palms. Goosebumps form on my arms, and bolts of energy shock my face as the water strikes me in the cheeks and my nose.

Just as I'm drying my face off, the doorbell rings, and I already know that it's Anthony. Annoyance already forms in my body, because I know that he's going to be talking non stop.

Who else would it be? He's here almost all the time.

I sigh, not really wanting to hear him ramble on and on about something stupid, but I can't just flat out tell him to leave me alone.

I rush to the door, and he runs inside, practically bouncing with excitement. I furrow my eyebrows at how ecstatic he seems to be. I just wish for one day that he wasn't so energetic. As odd as it sounds, I wish there was a day where he was just somber. 

"Anthony, why are you here? Shouldn't you be banging London right now?" I irritably ask, huffing afterwards.

"Okay, why are you acting like an asshole?" Anthony asks.