Bittersweet Love

Chapter 6

Carlos's point of view:

"I'm sorry, Logan! I didn't want that."

"What did you do?!" He yells at me. I'm close to the tears. "I … you made such a hint about yourself and Camille yesterday. I wanted to know what you meant by that, but you didn't want to tell me. I thought Kendall would know about it because you are so close. So I asked him and James was there too. And …"

"And what?!"

"And I said what we all thought," Kendall says. Logan stares at him silently. Kendall continues, "Mom heard us when we talked about it. She asked us if that was true and we said yes."

"Why do you have to keep getting involved in things that are none of your business?!" Logan yells at us.

"It's not our fault," Kendall says, slightly angry. "If you had told us about it from the beginning, we would have helped you. But instead you kept it a secret. If anyone is to blame, it's you."

"Thanks, guys. Because of you, I probably lost the love of my life." Now there is no anger or hate on his face, but endless sadness. He turns away from us.

"Logan …" Kendall tries to calm him down, but Logan shakes his head. "Leave me alone! I don't want to see you anymore!" There are tears now on his face. Mrs. Knight wants to hug him, but he breaks free and storms into his room while his cell phone falls out of his pocket. Mrs. Knight picks it up and sighs. I look over at Kendall and James. Both are shocked and I can see that they are asking themselves the same question, which also buzzes in my head: What did we do?!

Camille's point of view:

After Logan left, I start removing the traces of our 'action'. First I take a shower, then I change my bed. After that, nothing indicates that anything happened here. Satisfied, I go to the kitchen and prepare the dinner. I eat alone because Dad is still not there. Meanwhile, I keep looking at my phone. I'm waiting for a call from Logan, telling me if he got into trouble or not. But there is no call …

My dad comes in.

"Hi, Dad. Are you hungry? I have something to eat for you."

"Thanks."

While he eats, it's silent. Again and again I control my cell phone. Logan should have called long ago. I know him. Dad interrupts my thoughts, "What did you do today?"

I shrug. "Nothing special. First I learned my script and then met with Jo at the pool. The guys were there too. I came back an hour ago and prepared dinner."

Dad says nothing for a moment, then suddenly asks, "And Logan wasn't here?"

My heart starts to throb violently. Luckily, I can control myself. I roll my eyes. "No, dad. I know you don't like him."

"And why does Mrs. Knight tell me about it?"

"What?"

Dad nods. "And I bet that wasn't the first time he was here illegally. So, how many times has he been here?"

I realize that there is no point in lying. "Every time you left."

His expression changes. He stands up angry. "And how many times did you sleep together?!"

How does he know? Also from Mrs. Knight? No, that's impossible. Mrs. Knight doesn't know it herself … or does she? If so, she certainly didn't hear it from Logan. But how does she know? And why did she tell Dad about it? I'd like to lie, but I know it's futile. "Four times."

He shakes his head. "I can't believe it! You know my rules and still-"

"We wouldn't have had to meet in secret if you just accepted Logan! You-"

"Stop it!" Now he screams. "We're going back home!"

"No! Dad, please … you can't do that."

"Oh yes. I can!" He goes in the direction of my room. Then he suddenly stops and turns to me. His eyes sparkle strangely and for the first time I'm a bit scared of him.

"Of course we could stay here. Under one condition."

"Which one?" I ask breathlessly. He smiles. "You just tell me he forced you to sleep with him."

I can't believe what he just said. How could I ever say that? That was all my idea! I've been ready for it for a long time, but Logan had always been so reserved. So I finally came up with the idea with the movie bet. Even if he had lost what I had assumed, it would have happened - as a kind of consolation prize.

"Well?" Dad asks slowly. I look at him defiantly and cross my arms. "Logan had nothing to do with it. It was my idea."

He nods. "Okay, your decision." Then he enters my room. Outraged, I run after him. He takes my laptop, turns to me and reaches out his hand. "Give me your cell phone."

Angry, I give it to him. He takes it and goes to the door. Just before he leaves, he says, "As long as we're here, you'll have absolutely no contact with Logan. I'll take care of that." With these words he goes out. I try to calm down. Vain. I can't think any more. I fall onto my bed and start to cry.