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Ten: I want to talk

Isabella's POV

I stood in the elevator with Lukas holding my hand, my mind still trying to comprehend how that happened.

"I could use some more help." He said gently while rubbing his thumb against the palm of my hand, still leaning against the wall while I was standing two steps away from him. A little feeling inside my body wanted him to pull me into his arms so I could snuggle into his embrace. We stared at each other while the elevator was going up, his grey eyes still bloodshot from either crying or alcohol, maybe both. The staring made me extremely uncomfortable and remembered me why I wasn't good at flirting or talking to guys even. It made me nervous and quirky.

When the doors opened at his floor, thank god the elevator didn't get stuck like I wished upon Lukas, I stepped back pulling him out. "Okay, but you owe me." I said, opening the door of his apartment. "Is Mia home?" I whispered, guiding his hand towards his bedroom pushing open the door.

"She is at Jason's." He said, falling back against his mattress and letting go of my hand.

"Okay, I see you're all settled. I guess I can go now." I said while looking at his body spread out over the matrass with his eyes shut. I had never seen anyone so happy to lay on a bed.

"Don't go, stay?" He asks while sitting up and taking my hand back in his, pulling me closer to the bed but I stopped just before my knees were about to hit the edge of the matrass.

"Are you crazy! Yesterday you were insulting me, now you want me to spend the night!" I said pulling my hand from his, his mouth parted looking taken aback by my rejection.

"I don't want to sleep with you. You're not the kind of girl I want to dive between the sheets with, trust me." Oh well thanks for the insult, jerk. I couldn't help but to feel rejected. I mean I knew I wasn't as experienced as most of his usual skanks but nobody has ever told me repeatedly he wouldn't sleep with me. Not that I minded. Who are you kidding, that's not something you want to hear. "I want to talk." He said while taking of his jacket and throwing it on the floor with a thud before sitting with his back against the headboard.

"Yeah right. You. Want to talk?" I scoffed crossing my arms and taking a step back.

"I'm sorry for frightening you earlier in the car. I just didn't know how to tell you." He said nervously with a shaky voice.

"Tell me what?" I shrugged my shoulders, well aware of what he is talking about but I wasn't going to let him play me around.

"Why I am the way I am." He patted the empty space next to him on the bed and decided to take the offer against my better judgement. I didn't know whether it was because of interest in Lukas or because of my curious nature. Both and you know it. I sat down next to him stretching my legs in front of me and fidgeting with my fingers, not knowing what to do with them.

"It's Logan's birthday." He whispered, sadness coating his voice without a doubt. The sudden change in his demeanor caught me of guard but I decided not to interrupt him and let him tell his story. "He was my best friend. When he turned sixteen we went out and we drank, a lot..." He swallowed trying to chug away the emotion from escaping his mouth while his fingers trailed over the compass tattoo on the inside of his forearm. "He wanted to drive home, but he had way more to drink than me. So, I decide to drive even though I was also too drunk to get behind the wheel and I was aware of that but did it anyway." I saw he was struggling to tell me the rest of what happened so I took his hand and he flinched for a moment not expecting me to touch him in such a soft way. His grey eyes were filled with guilt and I felt like I knew how his story was going to end. I squeezed his hand and it gave him courage to continue while his hand tensed in mine causing the muscles in his arm to become more visible. "We got into an accident. I didn't have a scratch. Logan he...Logan died on his way to the hospital." His lip trembling trying to hold back from breaking down. With his free hand he rubbed his eyes trying to push back the tears. "When you told me you were going on a date with Drew, it got on my nerves because I told you to stay away and when I realized what day it was I just... I went to a bar and tried to forget about everything." He said while I put my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me and I felt tears welling up at the corner of my eyes. "That's who I am Isabella. I killed my best friend." He whispered, pushing me away slightly.