Totally different, yet completely the same.

Chapter 4

Of course right when his little friend comes around the nice boy act is gone. Whatever I told him to leave anyways, But it still confusing to me when he was being so nice and almost shy before. How could it be possible that 'the Logan Michaelson' was shy when talking to me. It just didn't make any sense at all.  Well its over and done with now, the stain is just about all the way out of my shirt and Logan is gone, and I am standing here alone in the kitchen.

After about 5 minutes of just standing there alone on my phone, I decide its time to leave but since I cant find anyone and I didn't drive, I guess I'll have to go walk to the closest bus stop. It's only about a mile or so down the road and I'm happy I more heeled boots, they aren't the most comfortable thing, but at least they aren't stilettos.

I give the group message with Lex and Ash a quick text saying that I was leaving and I'll see them later. They probably won't even see the message until tomorrow. As soon as I get outside and feel the cold night air on my skin I feel so much more relaxed.

I'm a little less than half way down the road and I'm lucky it's not too cold out, which is strange for the middle of October, but all I have is this leather jacket. It's a little creepy seeing as I am in the middle of no where walking alone in the dark, but it is also very calming being able to just have quiet. As I'm walking a car drives past me extremely fast with a bunch of drunk ass's screaming something out the window, and another one is followed not far behind it. I just shake my head and continue walking. Shit this bus stop is a lot farther than I thought.

I think I have about another half mile to go.

Great.

A third car drives past me, but this one was a bit quieter. But a little ways down the road the car stops, and I automatically begin to freak out a little bit. Now I know its probably someone leaving the party, but I grab my phone just incase. As I continue walking and end up a little closer to the car, it starts to drive backwards towards me. When it reaches me the windows are tinted and I cant see inside, but damn is it a nice car. I just keep walking and the car just slowly drives next to me as the person driving roles the window down and as I look up, I see that it is Logan.

What the fuck.. Once I realize he is alone in the car, it makes sense as to why he stopped.

"Hey.. uh why are you walking alone" is the first thing he says with a shaky voice. I still don't understand why he seems so afraid, but I just role my eyes and decide to give the attitude card. "Why does it matter?" "uh.. you shouldn't be walking alone in the dark.. Where are you going? I can give you a ride..?" ha-ha is this a joke? "like hell. I'm not getting in the car with you, you were just smashed 20 minutes ago, and plus I'm already where I need to be." I say pointing to the bus stop area and walking across the street leaving him.

He pulls his car over and hops out. Seriously what the hell is going on? "You know I wasn't drunk, I don't drink."  Once I get to the side walk I turn around to face him with my arms crossed and laugh "righttt cuz that's real believable, nice try." "I'm serious I really don't" he pauses for a bit and then continues "never have.." he trails off, I just role my eyes and go sit on the bench, how stupid does he think I am. He continues "Come on, you're not riding the bus, I'll bring you home." He seems to be getting more confident while talking, not so nervous. Go figure, I doubt confidence is a hard thing for him of all people to have.

What is going on, why is he even talking to me, and why does he even care if I ride the bus or not. This is so weird. I've barley even talk to him besides when he pumped into me a few times in the hall at school and he would apologize but other than that, nothing.  "You don't even know me, you've never even talked to me a day in your life, and we both know you would drop dead before being seen with me in public. So I don't know what you're trying to do here, but you can stop and leave." He stays quiet, pondering over what to say before he finally speaks up. "That's not true.. " is the first thing he says quietly and I'm not sure which part of what part he is imply to that I said. "and I'm just trying to be nice, I feel bad for making you spill your drink on yourself, It's cold out and the bus wont be here for another 20 minutes. Please just let me take you home."

Maybe I should just let him, what's the harm in that? He can bring me home and I'll never talk to him again, I wont have to sit here in the cold and I wont have to waste my money on a stupid bus ticket.This is so weird and confusing, and I know he doesn't want to be seen with me in public but it goes the same both ways. If my friends saw me with him they would totally freak out, But its late and no one is around so, I make a sighing noise as I slowly stand up from the bench, "fine." He gives me a smile, turns on his heels and head over to his car.