Playing Games

Chapter 27

SAVANNAH POV

Warning: Yes, more sexual content ;)

Brendan left me speechless. As close as we've gotten after we met, I didn't expect him to tell me that I deserve to be treated horribly.

I don't care if it was a heat of the moment thing, he shouldn't have done that. Now he's bruised our friendship, and until things are fixed, we're just going to be stuck in this awkward situation.

Just hearing his words echo in my head makes my heart drop to my stomach, and I can't help but think that he's partially right.

I need closure.

I can't be afraid to demand answers from people, and I know that I'll get them once I muster the courage to face Logan and ask him. I need to know if he's serious about me and that he's not like any of the other guys I've dated.

Not being with Logan is killing me, and regardless of what people say, I'll always try to make things work with him.

My heart races as I make my way to Logan's apartment door, and my finger slowly inches towards the doorbell.

No, don't back out now.

Once I finally muster the courage to ring the doorbell, I'm anxiously waiting for him to answer while shaking my leg.

"Savannah, what are you doing here?" Logan asks.

Logan looks extremely surprised to see me standing there, and he's staring me straight in the eyes which makes me feel a bit self conscious for some odd reason.

"I came over to talk." I nervously say, rocking back and forth on my heels.

"About?" Logan asks, and I roll my eyes.

The fact that he's oblivious to what I'm referring to makes me annoyed, and I kind of want to smack him again and see if that brings his brain to life.

What else would I come over to talk about?

"Oh, I don't know, I just came over to gossip about people. Why don't we go to the salon and read shitty magazines and sit under the dryer while we do so, shall we?" I sarcastically ask.

Logan steps aside to let me in, and I quickly walk past him and stand in the center of the living room. I look around, staring at how minimalistic the apartment is.

There aren't many photos on the walls, the couch is a neutral color, and so are the pillows. I guess Logan doesn't tend to dive into the world of home decorating.

"I want to talk to you about what happened since the last time I was here." I inform him, and he looks relieved.

"Okay, good. It was like a cliffhanger when you left." Logan jokingly says.

I don't chuckle at that because I want to be completely serious, which is rare because I always tend to be on the silly and humorous side when it comes to the personality spectrum.

Not taking things seriously is like a sport to me, and I'd definitely win first place if it really was a sport. Everyone who knows me knows that I'm chill and laid back, not caring about much.