Two bros, chillin' at a locker, five inches apart cause they are gay

3.5K 191 683
                                    

I AM SO SORRY MY LOVELIES I MISSED TWO UPDATES
I KNOW I PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS MISS MONDAY UPDATES
IM A LAZY BITCH

Patton POV
I rummaged through my locker, looking for my calculus homework.  Logan was supposed to help me with math, but I've been avoiding him.

I can't get the image of him almost kissing me and then running away out of my mind.  I just kept playing it over and over, trying to wonder how I could have fixed it.  Any little thing so that he wouldn't have left. 

I shoved my calculus homework into my book bag, blinking my eyes quickly so the tears didn't fall from my eyes. 

I shut my locker and turned to leave, running straight into someone.  I started apologizing profusely until I realized it was Logan.

"What do you want?"  I asked, making Logan flinch slightly at the tone of my voice. 

"I just wanted to apologize and explain myself,"   Logan said, back to being as emotionless as possible. 

"For what?"  I asked, glaring at him.  "For abandoning me?  Leading me on?" 

Logan nodded slowly, an actual hurt look in his eyes.  I couldn't help but soften a bit.  I'm still so head over heels for him.

"I apologize for abandoning you.  I was unsure of my own feelings, and in turn hurt you."  Logan apologized.  I paused for a bit, just looking at him. 

"I...I don't know Logan,"  I told him.  "I want to forgive you, but I'm not sure I can believe you."

"What can I do to fix this?"  He asked me.  I hesitated. 

"I don't know,"  I mumbled.  "Like I said, I want to be friends again."

"Then why can we not be friends?"  Logan asked.  "Or more?" 

My heart fluttered at that.  I really, really, want to date Logan.  But...he said himself he isn't sure of his feelings.  I know he isn't good with emotions and he might just be forcing himself to like me as to not hurt me.

"Stop,"  I told him. 

"Patton you have been ignoring me for five days now,"  Logan said, clearly getting frustrated.  "I just wanted to talk."

"And I don't like having my feelings played with,"  I retorted.  We were silent again, an unsettling awkwardness falling between us. 

Making us both jump, a hand slammed into my locker between us.  It was Remy.

"Are we having a problem here?"  He asked lowly, putting himself between Logan and I. 

"Everything is perfectly fine Remy,"  Logan tried to say.

"Patton is this asshole bothering you?"  Remy asked me, looking back at me.  I just shrugged in response. 

"Listen here bitch,"  Remy said, pointing his finger at Logan.  "Leave Patton the hell alone until you figure out your fucking feelings."

"I only wished to apologize,"  Logan defended himself, glaring right back at Remy. 

Only a few brave people dare to glare at Remy.

But Now We're Stressed Out Where stories live. Discover now