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Vanessa

What.

The.

Hell.

I stare blankly at the door, completely confused on what just happened.  Blinking a few times, I try to comprehend what just he did, what I did wrong, what is wrong with Logan, and everything in between.

I start to pace back and forth in the hallway, biting my lower lip in the process, as I try to wrap my head over this entire situation.

Logan has never acted like that in front of me. Ever.  It was like when I opened that door a completely different person answered it. I had to find out what was going on.

Walking back up to the door again, I take an another breath and knock on the door again. After waiting a minute or two, nothing happens. Rolling my eyes, I knock again, this time much harder and louder.

This time I know he heard me, since I hear a loudly muttered 'shit' from inside and footsteps getting closer to the door.

Play it cool, Vanessa

With a click of the bolt-lock, the door is opened again and me and Logan are standing face to face.

"Vanessa I already told you-"

"I know what you already told me," I tell him calmly as I can gather right now, "but something isn't right here."

"Why would you care?"

Taken aback by his rude response, I take a deep breath and continue.

"Oh, I don't know Logan. Maybe because I care about you," I suggest to him, a hint of sarcasm  traced on my lips.

"Do you though?" his tone getting more irritated and louder by the minute, "Because it doesn't seem like that when your always running away from me."

Ok ouch, but true

As I think of my next response to him, Logan rolls his eyes at me and starts closing the door again. Out of instinct, I jam by foot between the door and the door frame just before it closes.   Quickly, I let myself in and try to follow Logan's fast footsteps towards the kitchen.

Right when I enter the kitchen, my eyes are pulled to the broken kitchen plate and cup that is scattered all over the floor.  Trying to ignore them as best as possible, I turn my attention back to Logan, who is now leaning against the kitchen island staring at me.

"Cat got your tongue," he asks as he turns his back to  me to look for something on the island.

"Just because I run away from you doesn't mean I don't like you," I blurt out.

He forces a laugh with his back still facing me. "Well it doesn't seem that way.  Especially I when I show you I like you and you do nothing."

Huffing, I realize he is right. I haven't said everything I feel, but the thing is, I don't know exactly how I feel.  And even though one part of my body is screaming at me to slap him as hard as I can and leave, but I can't.  Because the other part, a very, very foreign part, is telling me to kiss him right now and fall in deep.

But even when I put all my feelings aside, I can feel that something is off here.  Logan is acting like a complete asshole, which is something I have never seen from him.   Even though I have only known Logan for a few months, I know this isn't him.