Broken Lies

Chapter Five

Logan's POV:

I turned around at the sound of my name, instantly caught off guard. And no, it wasn't because the gorgeous blonde boy, Niall, was standing behind me. No, it was because my best friend and my other best friend's cousin were making out! My eyes widened as Tess and Zayn slowly pulled apart, their cheeks flushed. The both had lingering smiles, but that didn't last long.

As soon as the pair noticed me watching, their eyes went wide. I laughed a little to myself. It's so easy to scare people who get caught doing something they shouldn't. Well, I mean, I wasn't mad at them or anything, just offended they didn't tell me. Estelle was going to be livid about the withheld information. This was gonna be fun. I was about to approach them when someone grabbed my wrist and basically yanked me back.

"Sorry sweetheart, but no one walks away from me when I'm talking to them." Niall whispered in my ear, causing a shiver to go down my spine.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were talking to me. I would've walked faster." I said, smiling a fake and overly sweet smile before wrenching my arm out of his grasp.

"Is anyone else named Logan?" He asked, rolling his vibrant blue eyes. Don't think about the eyes, don't think about the eyes, I mentally instructed.

"Does anyone else here care?" I ask titling my head to the side.

Niall's eyes hardened a bit and he took a step closer, to which I took a step back. He grabbed my arm (again) and stepped closer (again). "Well love, you're about to start caring." He practically growled in my ear.

"Yeah, I dunno about that, because I'm a relatively carefree person."

As soon as the words left my mouth Niall had me pinned against the wall. "Talk back to me again, I. Dare. You." He practically growled. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that he was beyond pissed. Unfortunately for him, I love pissing people off. Even though this was kind of scary. And hot. . .

Nope, let's stop that train of thought right there.

"Hmm, can I pick truth instead?" I ask, feigning innocence and pure curiosity. His eyes, already dark, hardened, and he tightened his grip on my wrists, which he held against the wall, on either side of me.

"You are really pissing me off here, beautiful." He once again growled. No, really? At his steely expression I refrained from saying that and a rude comment about his growling and dogs.

Now he was actually starting to get to me, and I just wanted to be anywhere but here. Heck, I'd rather be gossiping and doing nails with Estelle's mom! "Let go of me!" I screamed and spat in his face. It didn't have much effect on him because all he did was chuckle darkly.

"Did you really just spit on me? I thought you'd be tougher than that." He emphasized the word 'tougher' by pinning me harder against the wall.

His eyes weren't the sapphire blue anymore, they were basically black. I'd be lying if I said that being in this position wasn't hot, but I can't think about that right now.

I was about to lift my leg up and knee him in the balls when he was being ripped away from me.

I looked up to see that Harry was pulling Niall off. "Niall, mate, calm the fuck down!" Harry whispered in his ear.

"Tell that bitch to leave me alone." He spat.

Now I was beyond furious, "Leave you alone?! What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" I asked marching up to him, "You're the one that pinned me to the wall and wouldn't let me go when I asked!" I screamed back at him, poking him hard in the chest.