"My name is Logan."
He said with the most comforting voice I knew.
"I'm Thomas."
Electricity was running through my body as I shook his hand. It was big. And strong. The kind of hand that everyone who did sports would have. He also had that smile on his face.
That was the first time I met him. I had no idea I was going to fall for that flattering smile.
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He Left Me Alone
Teen FictionHis name was Logan McHale. And i didn't know why he left me alone. Short Story #171 (06/28/2014)