"It's Brandon. Hold on, let me see what it says first before you get pissed off." I said, wanting, no wishing, Logan will keep his cool.
"Fine." he agreed threw clenched teeth. but I was already reading.
- Wat did that mother fucker do to make u cry/ ill kill him <heartbroken>-
"He's here..." i whispered, my voice shaking in fear.
"What?!" Logan exclaimed.
"He's here... he can see me." i choked out, tears over whelming me, fear over taking my senses as my eyes scaned the crowd. Then I spotted him, standing about ten feet away, leaning against the wall, his brown hair covering his eyes, but I could feel them either way.
"Text Luna, I'm getting you the fuck out of here. Have her tell Mr. Thomas you're sick or something." he ordered me, his trucks engine roaring to life.
"No, don't. I'll call if I need you, or I'll walk down to the field house and hang out there. But I have to be here today." I pleaded hoping to sound somewhat confident.
"You sure? I don't want to leave you here with that creep." he said, torn between worried and pissed. he shoun't have to worry about me.
"Positive, and if he gives me any trouble, I have Luna. but to be on the safe side, what time does your practice end?" I inquiered.
"Around 7, why?" he asked, giving me a wierd look.
"Come here when you're done, the band finishes at 7:30. i'm having a feeling I'm going to need you." I said.
"Ok, deal. Now go, before you're late." he said, giving me a hug.
"Thank you, bye." I said and closed my door behind me. I waved goodbye and headed for the door. Brandon pushed himself off the wall and started to make his way towards me. I tried walking past him, but he grabbed my arm and spun me around so I was facing him. I heared a car door slam and I could guess who that was, just as Brandon started to speak.
YOU ARE READING
