I Shot The Bad Boy | ON HOLD

logan paul

Before my last moments, I wish I would've thought about donating my kidneys. They're pretty healthy, as far as I know, and might as well, now that I'm going to die anyways. Am I right? Always.

The huge, perfectly detailed- yes I took note of that- door, is merely two feet away from me. My feet are itching to tow myself out of this endless misery. This misery however, wishes to continue.

I contemplate the chances of me even making it foot out of this door, and when I come to a conclusion that the percent rounds up to about a 0, and I do the unthinkable; I crack my neck. Once I feel the satisfaction of my tensed muscles letting loose, I slowly face the nightmare behind me.

I'm ready to give Alex my angry glare, which even I admit, probably just makes me look constipated. Trust me, even after hours in the bathroom trying to master the perfection of the "devil face," I win the prize for "best constipation face." Chris and my dad would probably, no doubt, agree.

I don't see his face though. I see someone else, not any less astounding. Ew, shut up Lira, what are you, a romance novelist?

He had the same tan structure, jaw sharp enough to slice a saw itself, and of coarse, let's not forget the green eyes. What made a difference was his platinum blond hair, and five o'clock shadow which was a contrast to Alex's completely hairless face. What a girl that boy is.

I sigh. So running was not an option. His 60 feet wide calves make that statement for him.

Clearly he was an enemy, although if I didn't know any better, he seemed liked the chill type. Definitely a player, with his "surfer dude" look, but still chill. Not chill enough for me though. I knew he was armed.

Armed. Armed. Armed. He was arm- "How did you know my name?" I say in my most menacing voice, taught by the most un-incredible of coarse, the one and only, Chris Nellens.

He laughs a fake heartfelt laugh, then eyes me like the prey I'm destined to be. "Pretty hazel eyes, poop colored hair, and silky smooth skin." He says rolling the words off his tongue, and putting his fingers up in mock quotations. "Alex was never one for descriptions but it suits you pretty well."

He smirks.

"Watch out, my brother has his eye out for you. In both senses." He says and then winks.

Besides the poo colored hair, all I got out of everything he just said, was the fact that Alex talks about me. While that might be flattering, not that I'd admit it, the fact that my identity is not just tossed around, but in fact is well known, is dangerous.

Clearly we are enemies, but with Alex telling them things, I've put my whole family in danger. I have to keep my distance, at all costs.

"You know my name, it's only fair that I know yours." I look him sternly, leaving no room for argument.

"Logan." I widen my eyes and the most crazy thought passes into my head.

"Ew! Like Logan Paul?!?! I'm outta here!!!" I screech as loudly as I can, making him shake his head at the impact of the noise. I quickly turn around and run with giant steps, not looking back with the fear my fantasy of escaping will be short lived.

When I'm two blocks away, I finally peer around and notice that no one is there. However the whistling of the wind ready for a storm makes no promises of the current peace. I felt like he was going to peek out of a tree at any moment now.

The neighbor hood is ghetto. Police sirens ring in the background, and sounds of stray cats and dogs echo. I shiver. And sigh.

Instead of running, I calmly walk back, still aware of my surroundings as the sky turns into a light purple color from the sun coming up.