[ON HOLD] We're Not Meant To Be Together (Logan Paul)

Chapter 23

Alexandra's pov.

"i-i guess i should clean up the room. youre going to stay here, right?" i got out form his hold and proceed to the room beside mine.

closing the door behind me, there wasnt really anything to clean up. i just want to separate myself from logan for a sec. this is too much too handle.

whats actually happening? i cant even process a thing from the incident just now. why? why he have to goddamn come back to me?

somebody, please. put me out of my misery. i want this to end a long time ago.

"alexa? sweetheart?" his soft voice could be heard from the other side. stop. stop with those pet names.
"w-what?"
"are you okay? want me to lend a hand? youve been in there a little too long. lemme help you"

"no!" i shout. "i-i mean.. i could do it myself. go grab yourself a drink or something from the kitchen. i'll be outside soon."
"but, alexa-"
"go. i'll be fine."
"sweetheart, open this door. now." his tone changed.

"i said go to the kitchen-"
"open this goddamn door, alexa."
"log-"
"i not going anywhere unless you open this door."

letting out a sigh, i unlocked the door and look up to him. worrisome was visible on his face. his hands slowly reaches to my head, pulling us closer. our forehead meets as our eyes made a contact.

"please tell me what was that. i did never see it before. i- i dont like seeing you like this. its hurting me." he whispers. "i-i dont want to lose you. not again." his hold getting tighter.
"l-let me go , logan." i pulled away. "w-we've ended. you know that. that was your decision." looking at him once again, sadness could clearly be seen form his eyes. i know my words just put more sadness on him.
"i-i know." he looks down. "but, we can try again. right?" he looked up to me again.
"this aint a game, logan." i pick up my car keys from the coffee table. "i-.. i was hurt enough." i mumbled but im pretty sure he could hear it.

Logan's pov.

i heard it. 'i was hurt enough'. she was. it was my fault. goddammit. i felt bad.

"im going out. anything?" alexa turned to me, standing near the door about to go out.
"n-nothing. im fine."
"okay." with that she walked out.
leaving me in her apartment, away from the media. im safe, but im not home. it felt so wrong. i was supposed to be out there. thriving with my team doing vlogs and shit.

why did they decide i should stay here? this is just hurting me. its all jenny's fault. if she doesnt do shit to me, this wouldnt be happening.