Starring role | l.h

Chapter XIX

Samantha Stewart

I slowly made my way towards the guy surrounded by his friends with his supposedly ex-girlfriend by his side.

"Logan?" I called out making him turn his head towards me and his face immediately showing a shocked expression.

"Sam?" I gave out a weak smile and a shy wave. "You're back. I mean- where've you been?" He wrapped me in a short hug and immediately let go. "I was worried you were gone for good." My eyes darted from him and to the girl standing awkwardly beside him.

"Were you?" He let out an awkward laugh and placed a hand on the girl's waist.

"Natalie, I'm sure you know Samantha Stewart. Samantha, Natalie Brown." I flashed her one of my million-dollar smiles and shook her hand whilst she looked me up from head to toe.

"Right, of course. The tutor." She emphasized making me tighten my grip around her hand.

"Indeed." I chirped and finally let go of her hand. "Well, I best be going. It's good to see you again, Logan. You too, Natalie." With one last smile, I finally turned away and started walking away.

I wasn't at all too shocked when right after I got home, I started receiving a butt load of texts coming from the cheating bastard himself. Although he wasn't technically cheating since we were somehow broken up, but come on, I was goddamn missing without a trace and all he ever thought about was finding a fucking replacement? That's messed up and I don't even know why I was pouring my eyeballs out for a guy like him.

He was still texting me saying he wanted to talk when I heard the front door downstairs open. I quickly sat up and wiped away my unnecessary tears to investigate.

I slowly crept downstairs and saw two large suitcases by the door. I heard the sound of a cork popping out of a bottle from the kitchen and immediately figured it was my mom. I fixed myself up a bit before going into the kitchen.

"Mom?" I stepped inside and found her on a fancy dress with a glass of wine in her hand. She looked up at me and worry immediately flashed on her face.

"Honey? What happened? When did you get back?" She rushed over to me and cupped both sides of my face to examine it.

"About two days ago." She looked at me dead in the eye and clenched her teeth.

"I asked him to watch over you, not to hand you over two days earlier. God, you're father is a real handful isn't he?" I laughed a little.

"You have no idea." She engulfed me in a hug and I inhaled her scent just like I always do when I was a kid. I missed my mom and a motherly hug is exactly what I needed at the moment.

"You look like you've been crying. What is it? Is it your father? Did he do something to you while I was gone? Tell me so we can figure it out." I put both my hands on her shoulders to calm her down.

"It's not dad, mom." Her face went from blank to angry and I suddenly felt scared myself.

"It's that boy isn't it? Oh I am so calling his mother and-" I cut her off before she could even plot a plan against my ex-boyfriend.

"Jesus, mom. Calm down. I'm fine." She looked at me doubtfully before running a hand through my hair. "And you'll be glad to hear that I don't have a boyfriend anymore. So you can stop blabbering about my dilapidated future and all that crap now." She put her hands on her hips but fought back a smile.

"Well I can't say that I'm not glad to hear that." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bottle of wine before pouring myself my own drink.

"Of course you are."