The World is Ugly, but You are Beautiful to Me

Chapter 23

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Logan asks.

"I can ask you the same thing!" I answer. I still can't believe that he's here. I never thought that Logan of all people would go clubbing.

"Well, at least I'm of age," he says, obviously aggrivated. 

"So am I, incase you forgot. We're both eighteen now, and based on that cup in your hand, I know that you still do things that you're not old enough for."

"Shut up, Katherine. I can smell the alcohol in your breathe."

"Good," I roll my eyes, my jaw clenching. Beside me Peter clears his throat. I had forgotten that he was here. He probably thinks I'm crazy, and cheating on my boyfriend. But Logan's not my boyfriend.

"Care to introduce me?" Logan asks as if Peter isn't there and as if he couldn't introduce himself.

"I would love to," I smile. "Logan, this is Peter. Peter, this is my friend Logan."

Logan laughs, as if it's a joke that I called him my friend. I thought I was mad at him, but now I don't know. All I know is that my head is killing me and my feelings are hurt, more than they should be for such a stupid arguement. Logan has every right to be mad at me, but I'm not the only one who was wrong. With the way he's looking at me, you would think I was.

"Whatever. I hope you two have fun. I'm gonna go find my Hannah. She's my friend." Logan replies.

Ouch. "Wait, Logan." I grab his hand desperately, before he can walk away. I didn't mean to mess this up. "I'm sorry, okay? But it's my birthday and Chelsea took me here to have fun. I don't know why you're here, but I guess it doesn't matter."

"Okay," Logan sounds like he accepts my somewhat-apology, but he's still glaring at Peter.

"Peter is nice and Peter is my friend, so if you would please stop trying to commit eye murder we would appreciate it," I say, trying to ease the tension between the guys. I smile at Logan and give him a quick hug before he can use my comment against me. "I'll see you later," I whisper as I pull away so only he can hear.

"I'm so sorry, I don't even know what just happened," I tell Peter as we walk back to the table where Chelsea and Zach are waiting. 

"It's okay," he smiles. "Um, who was that guy anyways?"

"He's my friend. It's the first time we've ever gotten in a fight, so I didn't really know what to do. I didn't mean to bring you into it."

"It's fine, really," Peter laughs.

***

I open the front door to my house as quietly as I can. It's almost four in the morning. Chelsea just dropped me off. We have bonded really well, and it's hard to think of her as an enemy still. She's almost the opposite now. I found that her, Zach, and Peter are all really nice once you get to know them. Peter is my favorite, but I'm not really sure how I feel about him. Do I like him? Can you even like someone after only knowing them for a night? We had exchanged phone numbers, but I don't know if that really means something. I guess time will tell.