Not Exactly (A Logan Lerman Fanfic)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13: The Fight

Logan stumbles back, in complete shock that Trevor actually hit him.

"Did...did he actually?" I ask completely flabbergasted. Brianna just nods.

Logan holds his cheek, where Trevor hit him.

"That bastard," Logan mumbled. He looks up at him then at me. I must look completely confused and worried because he shakes his head and gives me a small smile.

"Awe, is wittle wogan hurt?" Trevor teases. Logan glares at him and does the unexpected.

He punches him, right in the jaw.

Trevor stumbles back and then chuckles. He rubs his jaw and looks at Logan.

"Oh you asked for it" he said and swings his left arm at Logan's face. Logan quickly ducks and pushes his fist out into Trevor stomach.

Trevor gasps out in pain, and holds his stomach. Logan smiles in victory, but Trevor has other plans.

Trevor straighten out his back and walks towards Logan with an evil look in his eye. He stomps down on his foot, nearly breaking it, then punches his stomach. Logan leans forward clutching his stomach and has a painful look on his face.

"Please stop! You're gonna kill him." I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes. Logan falls to the ground clutching his stomach while being in the fetus position. Trevor than kicks him in the shoulder.

I walk over to them and try to pull Trevor away from him. Trevor than shoves me away, making me stumble backwards.

"Hey, asshole." I said walking towards Trevor. He looks up at me.

"Just sit over there sweetheart-" he doesn't even get to finish his sentence before he's on the ground in pain.

Yes, I, Alex Hudson has kicked a 22 year old man...in the balls.

And it felt pretty good too.

"That's what you get, you bastard." I spat.

I walk over to Logan and sit on my knees. He's still holding his stomach in pain, his forehead shining with sweat.

"Are...are you okay?" Logan asks worried. He winces.

"The real question is, are you okay?" I asked, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.

"Y-yeah, I'm...fine" Logan says and tries to get up. He leans forwards and winces.

"You obviously aren't," I said and lay him back down.

"Ill just....go get..Finnick" Brianna says and hurries off. Well thanks Brianna, note the sarcasm.

I sigh, and look at Logan's face. There's a black and bluish bruise already forming on his right cheek, and his bottom lip is bleeding.

I get up and walk over to the clothing rack, and pull off a random shirt. It's blue with a fancy design on it, but that's besides the point. I go over to the sink in the far left corner and soak the shirt a little bit on the tip.

I sit down beside Logan.

"Can you sit up? Or will it hurt too much?" I ask softly. He looks up at me and shrugs. He leans forward and is in pain but continues to try. He ends up sitting crisscross in front of me, still holding his stomach. I cross my legs giving us more room, but then I just scoot closer anyways.

I take the shirt and leans towards him. I lightly dab his bloody lip with the wet side of the shirt. He winces.

"Sorry," I mumble. I can feel his eyes studying my actions, his stare piercing into my skin.

I lightly dab his lip again, avoiding his stare. I don't know why I'm doing this, is it because he defended me?

"Thank you for...um...defending me," I said looking up at him for a moment. He's already looking at me, and I feel uncomfortable. I'm not used to people staring at me.

"No problem," he whispers. Our eyes lock for a moment, not moving our stares anywhere else. His eyes flicker down a little bit.

Oh frick, I hope a zit didn't pop up on my face.

His eyes then come back up to mine, and starts to leans forward a little bit.

I cough, looking away.

"Do you need any ice or anything?" I ask, awkwardly even though I didn't mean for it to be.

"No..I'm fine." He said, wincing once again.

"You aren't fine. Ill get some ice." I stated, and tried to stand up. Logan grabs my arm, and I give him a questioning look.

"Stay, please."

"You need ice" I insisted.

"Stay."