Opposites Attract

Chapter Twelve: Fights and More Fights

Logan's P.O.V

I was not able to concentrate all day. Not that i concentrate any other day, but it was more so today.

I could only think about one thing. Riley. She had been acting so stressed lately. She hasn't been eating properly, skipping breakfast, barely eating lunch, and anything beyond that has been tiny snacks, not even.

She never wants to come to school which is odd considering she loves it here. She hides in the shadows, steering clear of all people except few.

She always seems to have a distant look in her eyes, like she has something on her mind 24/7.

I want to help her. I want to fix whatever is happening. I know it has something to do with the barbie bitches even though she says nothing is going on. I know when she's lying, i can see it in her eyes.

And all i want to do is strangle them for putting her in pain, for trying to ruin her life. And i especially wanted to not only strangle, but decapitate Blake for cheating on her. She doesn't deserve any of this.

I was walking across the parking lot to my car when i heard taunting laughter from behind me.

I cast a glance over my shoulder to see Blake's group of idiots gathered behind me.

I rolled my eyes and kept walking to my car.

Their not worth it. I said to myself.

As i opened my car door, it was immediately slammed shut again by someone else.

I slowly turned my head to meet cold brown eyes. Blake.

"So, where's the bitch today?" Blake said smirking.

"Where's your whore?" I said.

The smirk fell from his face instantly and i saw him visibly tense, along with his buddies.

"I mean, sleeping with your best friends boyfriend classifies as a whore, right?" i said as i leaned up against my car, feeling the cold exterior through my shirt.

"What about sleeping around? Riley seems to be pretty good about that, hell, she even getting payed for it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I felt my shoulders tense, but didn't want him to notice so i settled back against my car.

They all chuckled then he pulled out his phone, tapping it a couple times before showing me the screen.

I ripped the phone from his hands, blinking a couple times to see if this was real.

My hands began to shake with rage, my pulse quickened and my eyes turned shades darker.

I threw his phone onto the cement, slamming my boot on it with a loud crack.

"What the hell-" I interrupted Blake by grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him onto my car.

"Who the hell did this?" I yelled.

"Your gonna pay for that." He motioned towards his phone.

"Who did this?" I said through clenched teeth.

My body was itching to break his nose.

He chuckled, a smirk settling on his face.

"That little slut did this to herself." He spat.

I didn't even know what i was doing until he was laying on the ground, me on top of him, my fist colliding with his face repeatedly.

All i saw was red. It was coming out of his nose, mouth, any cut I created.