Too Cliche and Incredibly Perfect ~ One Direction

Chapter Two

Three cartons. Three cartons of ice cream devoured by Brooklynne and I. Three movies. Three sappy, romantic-comedies. Six hours. Six hours of venting, crying, and trips down memory lane. But the terrible part is every memory is of him. Logan. I frowned at the thought of his name.

I looked down at my sleeping best friend. There were tears dried to her face from the corny, sappiness of the movies. What would I do without her? I thought. Brooklynne was a great friend and I couldn't ask for anyone better. I wasn't great at making friends. I was quite shy. I've been friends with Logan since second grade. He came up to me and kissed my flat on the cheek. I wasn't one to scream "cooties", but I thought it was a bit weird. When I asked him why, all he said was "You're cute!" and ran away grinning. We've been really close ever since. He finally asked me out last year. I had to say yes because I must admit, I had feelings for him, too. I smiled, but quickly frowned again, remembering what had just happened. I guess I'm not good enough anymore. Bastard, I thought as I let the last tear I would allow to slip out of my eye and fall into my hand. I lightly shook Brooke awake. Her blond hair matted, and messy. It was around 3 a.m. and I knew she didn't want to be woken, but I didn't care. She instantly sprung up, probably frightened at the touch of my hands, and said "What?!"

"Get up, we are going to 7/11."

"Why?!?!"

"Its a 24 hour store. I need to clear my mind. Pleeaasee?"

"Ugghh finee." she sighed.

We got dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt, sure that no one would be there to see us at this hour. We walked, since it was around the corner, and immediately we saw a bunch of teens, around 16-17 years old, smoking. Marijuana. We tried to ignore the screwed up kids and walked toward the entrance, but one of them called us.

"Hey, doll face!" a pale kid with jet black hair called out.

"Just ignore them, they'll leave us alone" Brooklynne muttered to me under her breath as we walked toward the front door.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" the teen said again. I turned just slightly enough to see him walking toward us. He was definitely high, as were his friends. They were all having laughing fits, probably at nothing. We kept walking, trying not to seem scared, but of course we were. One of his friends shouted, "YEA JAKE! GET IT!". All of a sudden I feel someone grab me from behind my waste and whisper in my ear "Why don't you come behind the building with me sweetheart?". I smelled the drug in his breathe and tried to struggle away from him. 

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shouted. and I'm pretty sure Brooke was scratching and slapping him to get him off me. All of a sudden, a car pulled into the parking lot and a boy my age came out and ran toward us. 

"ARIELLE!" he shouted toward me. Logan. Can this day get any better?

Logan grabbed the teen and pushed him, telling him to back off. The pale kid kind of pounced, being high and all, on Logan. Logan clocked him square in the jaw and he passed out. Logan came toward me with open arms, asking for a hug. I lightly pushed him off me and he asked what was wrong.

I told him everything. What I saw, where we were, what I did. He was a bit flustered, if I do say so myself.

"I...I don't know what to say...." he said with a shocked look on his face. He didn't try to deny it.

"Yeah, well its over!" Brooke said for me and I gave her a look saying 'I got this'. 

"Brooke's right. I can't trust you. You lie to my face, and cheat. And I catch you! " I said, my eyes welling up, but I refuse to cry.

"Well, if that's what you want, I'll leave you alone from now on. I'm sorry i put you through pain." he said with an empty, sad expression. I thought I felt bad, but quickly shook it off, knowing he DID put me through pain. He scrambled to his car, with the teen still on the floor (and his pot-head friends not caring) and he drove off. I felt a bit weak, so we walked back to Brooke's place and I changed.

"I'm going to go out. To a bar or something. I need to be alone for a bit." i said weakly.

"OK. You sure you don't want me to come?" Brooke answered, understanding what I'm going through.

"Yeah. I'll text you. maybe we'll catch up over the weekend or something." I got in my car and drove to the nearest bar.

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