Sister's Boyfriend (BxBxB)

Chapter 16 Anger

° OWEN °

The day crawled its way from being a day to night. Lampposts had now finally been turned on for their night shift. I sat in the living with my feet kicked up the table. I was halfway through season four of 2 Broke Girls. This show was my favourite and I could watch it until I die, a bit much I thought.
Mum and Olivia, we're out, mum said they needed a mother and daughter weekend. So I was left alone. It wasn't all bad, I felt like I could actually breathe.

Understanding everything which has gone on within the space of two weeks has been a weird one. Losing my best friend because he overreacted on a  kiss like a twat, Olivia being her normal self and finally, Logan kissing me for some odd reason.
I had tried to forget about it but every time I see him that's all I could picture. His lips to mine.
But when thinking about it and seeing Dylan I knew it was a bad thing, oh boy did I know about it.

For at least the last week I had been trying to think about me and Dylan, only. He had come over a few times and we hung out but most times I was alone with my thoughts. A place no one wants to be, a place which could be either bad or good.
A soft buzz in my pocket brought my eyes away from the TV. As I whipped out my phone two caller ID's showed up.

=~~=

Dylan: Hey you, I was just
checking to see if your
ok. You've been offish lately.

Owen: Yeah I'm ok.

Dylan: You sure, you didn't
seem it.

Owen: Yeah, I'm good,
promise.

Dylan: Ok, well I gotta go.
Speak later.

Owen: Bye.

=~~=

As I dropped my phone back onto the arm of the couch my head felt worse. We haven't been in a relationship for that long and I've already ruined it. The kiss with Logan and all the lies which I've done.
This made me feel like a piece of shit and clearly the worst.

More buzzing from the phone caught my attention. The last name belonged to Logan.

=~~=

Logan: I need to talk.

Logan: I don't care if you don't
want to.

Logan: I'm turning on your street.

Logan: I'm here.

=~~=

Before I had a chance to reply a loud harsh knock made me flinch. I didn't want him to come round, I mean he does for Olivia, but for the moment were in I didn't know why. Frankly, I didn't want him here either.

I rose myself unsteadily from the couch, my palms felt sweaty and a harsh lump was formed in my throat. I carefully made my way into the hallway and towards the door, the visible brown hair was clear from the glass. I felt shaky like I was ready to collapse onto the floor.

With a deep breath, shaking and sweaty palm I twisted the bronze circled handle. As the door swung towards me Logan's full figure came into show. His hair was windswept and his cheeks were pink, that same old light grey jacket was slung over his shoulder along with a purple top. Those black jeans stuck to his legs and defined any muscle it could.