Playing Games

Chapter 29

LOGAN POV

Olivia's lucky that the nurse showed up in time, because I would've gladly made sure she kept her mouth shut by putting her in her place again.

She is right about me not really caring about her condition. I just want to know that she won't run to the police and have me locked up. Even though I know what I did was wrong, part of me doesn't even care. I deserve to take my anger out on those that I think have hurt me.

Growing up, I was bullied in school very frequently, almost to the point where just the thought of going made me want to hurl. I was picked on for not catching onto the curriculum as fast as the other kids, picked last in gym, and eventually my parents had to switch me to a different school.

After all of the bullying ended, I was a sophomore in high school who was on the football team, had a bunch of friends, and just experienced so much that I never thought I would because I was paranoid that I'd get picked on again. But because of how much I was teased, I retaliated.

I told myself to stop hurting Olivia, but all of this hidden anger that was embedded inside me never really died down, in fact, Olivia just set a flame to it.

She should've listened to me.

It's like I can't control myself when I lash out on people, especially when it comes to her. Part of me can't help but feel instant regret, but instant gratification when I serve someone right.

I'm a malicious person, but nobody can ever know that. Now that Anthony knows what kind of person I really am, I cannot let Savannah find out. She's the only good thing that's happened to me recently, and if I screw things up between us again, I won't forgive myself.

Savannah and I have been off and on, and I'm tired of it. I just want to keep going with her,  but with Olivia interrupting with her unnecessarily dramatic antics, or Savannah's stupid friends who have no idea what the hell they're talking about, it's hard to even get the chance to know this girl.

Know this girl, yeah right.

Olivia's words begin to ring in my ears, and all I can hear is her saying that all I want from Savannah is sex until I get bored and decide to find someone else. I get a brief chill through my spine when I realize that she's partially right.

When I saw her in the club and she was dancing wildly and smiling at her friend, instead of having normal thoughts that run through someone's mind when they first see someone, I instantly make a move and start grinding on her. 

Olivia is right, but I'm not going to admit that out loud to anyone.

I cringe when I can still feel dried spit on my face, and I head to the closest bathroom and splash my face with water. My phone begins to ring, and I dry my hands before seeing who's calling me. I'm disappointed when I don't see Savannah's name across my screen, and instead it's Anthony.

What the hell does he want?

I thought that Anthony despises me now for abusing Olivia, and especially when he decided to attack me like a wild animal. Anthony was the only person who was truly close to me, but if he doesn't want to keep his mouth shut about this, I have no problem dropping him.

"What Anthony?" I ask, already rolling my eyes.

Anthony's voice still sounds angry and almost in disbelief just like the last time we spoke in person, and it brings a knot to my stomach knowing that he's mad at me for what I've done.