💋Material Girl// Gossip Girl

18// Keep your friends close and your enemies closer

A wise woman once said that every morning when you wake up, you say a little prayer. After all, you never know what your day may hold. From a warm goodbye to a chilly hello, from quiet solitude to surprise company: the day waits for no one.

-Gossip Girl

The elevator doors slide open revealing the working floor of the Gazette. The place is overly crowded which is unusual, must be something big coming up.

As I walk further into the working firm, some once co-workers glance my way. Some sending friendly smiles others looking shocked.

I catch a glimpse of my old desk which is currently occupied by someone else.

My eyes avert from the desk and land on Logan. His eyes are glued to a folder as he overlooks papers, an employee standing in front of him as she speaks to him.

I feel my stomach turn as I near him, Quite frankly, I don't want to tell him but he's apart of the three stooges.

Logan closes the folder and hands it to the employee, she leaves and his eyes shift towards my direction. His stressed and exhausted countenance shifts as his eyes land on me.

"Hey" He says, his voice soft-like.

"Hey, long day?" I ask

"Very, I'm exhausted." He responds yet he tries to conceal it as he focuses on me "What are you doing here?"

"I want to tell you something." I say

He nods and leads me into his office, it closely resembles his father's. Mahogany colored furniture polished and primed.

Logan leans against his desk as he focuses his attention on me attentively.

"You know how earlier when you knew I was lying to you which I was but you already know that. So, I saw the apartment complex that is the residence of the supposedly alleged puppet master and I saw Sebastian enter the building." I explain, straightforward and right to the point.

I didn't want to waste time but rather get it over with. Logan's expression hardens as his eyebrows furrow and his entire mood morphing into rage.

As he begins to angrily rant, I closed him out as my eyes drifted past him landing on a picture frame. A photo of myself and Logan at Cotillion three years ago. I recall that moment perfectly.

It was after he confessed his feelings for me and we kissed in the alley. We danced and after a photographer came up to us, he captured the moment of Logan and I gazing into each other's eyes with grins on both of our faces.

The heartfelt feeling I felt that night returns to me, the jubilant 17-year-old feelings return.

Logan looks past his shoulder to see my line of vision. As he looks at the photo, I divert my eyes to him.

My hands reach up to the sides of his face as he turns back around just as my lips are placed on his.

My stomach tingles, my heart warms, bliss and euphoria spread through my body. It's a soft yet passionate kiss one that makes me crave more. One that makes butterflies form in my stomach, my toes curl, my face blush, makes me yearn for him.