Between the Lines

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Abigail’s POV

Practice was at noon. So, here was Stephanie and I standing in front of Logan’s front door. I glared at it, remembering what happened last night. Stupid Lizzy and Logan.

“This place isn’t that bad.” Stephanie commented with a grin on her face.

“Believe me, it is. It’s totally bad.” I said.

She leaned over and rang the doorbell. After a couple of moments when no one answered, I assumed they were all in the recording studio already. We were a little late anyways. I turned the knob and realized it was already open. Glancing at Stephanie and shrugging, I stepped inside. I heard music blaring from the studio and noticed the voice. It was my voice. And that song I sang to Logan last night.

“Is that you?” Stephanie asked me over the blaring loud music.

“It better not be.” Pushing open the door, my eyes found Logan as I listened to my song. It was still my voice but underneath it, there was a guitar playing. He must have recorded me while he was in the booth. That sneaky bastard.

When the song finished, everyone happened to turn to me. But the only eyes I managed to stare at were Logan’s.

He grinned at me. “You like it?”

I glared at him. “No, I don’t like it. I hate it.” My eyes flitted over Lizzy, Brandon, and Percy for a second before going back to Logan. “And I hate you.” I snapped at him before storming out of the house. I could hear Stephanie call after me, but ignored her.

I was angry. I was hurt, but even more angry. How could he do that? I told him it was a personal song. Not something he could edit and post whenever he wanted to. He was lucky I even shared that with him.

“Abby, wait.” I knew who it was before he grabbed my arm to pull me back. I’d made it to the sidewalk by the time he caught up with me.

I snatched my hand out of his grip. “Don’t touch me.”

“Why are you so mad at me? I did something to help you out.” He told me.

“How is this helping me, Logan? I told you that song was personal.” I shot at him.

“The best songs are personal.” He said and moved closer to me, so close I had to look up at him. “The guys loved the song. I loved the song. I practically stayed up all night putting down some guitar tracks to fit your song. Imagine how it would sound with Brandon and Percy. It would be awesome.”

“It was personal.” I repeated. “Why don’t you get that? Even if you do add the drums and bass, I’m not singing that song again. Not for anyone and especially not for you again.”

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Come on. You have to. It’s not that bad.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “No.”

“If you do, I’ll sing another song to you.” He bargained.

I narrowed my eyes. “Last time I had this deal with you, you recorded my song without my permission.”

His lip twitched, trying not to laugh. Why was he laughing at a time like this? It wasn’t funny! “You don’t have to sing anything to me. It’s just me singing. And just for you. Come on. This song could be our first big break.”

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes. “But first I want an apology.”

Without question, he got on his knees before me and clasped his hands together as if he were praying. “Please, forgive me for recording your song. And that this will be worthwhile.”