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

Chapter 25

Alexandra's pov.

sizzling sounds from my kitchen woke me up. sunlight blind my eyes for a second once i opened my eyes. it's probably 9 or 10 in the morning.

a loud noise from the kitchen makes me jump up from my bed and rush there. scrambled eggs scattered all over the floor together with the pan and a shocked logan paul looking at me awkwardly.

"i was trying to-"
"turn off the stove. im calling food delivery." i facepalm myself.
"im sorry."
"j-just. just help me." i take out a mop from the corner.

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"im sorry alexa. i didnt mean to create a mess in your kitchen."
"no no. its totally fine." i sit down on the couch, beside him after cleaning up and eat breakfast just now.
"what's your plan today?" logan asks.
"nothing much. just chillin and working on designs later."

"who do you work for?" he faces me.
"no one. just a random company."
"did they pay you well?"
"logan, stop. im fine. i-its just temporary."

"yeah right. you might just work there for the rest of your life." he mumbled.
"okay. fuck this." i stand up, facing him. "what the actual fuck exactly you want from me. i let you stay and now you do this to me?! you stopped me from consuming my painkiller, you fucking-"

"i cared about you." his hand caressed my face. "that's all."
"well, obviously youre doing it in a wrong way. if you really do, you  wouldnt stop me from doing whatever i want."
"but, all of those things i stopped you from was-"
"I DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT YOUR OPINION! I DONT EVEN FUCKING ASK FOR IT!" i push him and he fell on the floor.

Logan's pov.

i cant even get on my feet back. looking up to her, trying to find the one i loved. the one i knew. but, she's not there. she left.

"you changed."
"fuck yeah i did! im not gonna wait for you to come back and love me again after whatever the fuck you did to me!"

my heart shatters into million pieces. i felt numb. i closed my eyes, swallowing the ugly truth. a tear fell down to my cheeks.

"i'll leave as soon as the media gone." i got myself up and proceed to my room. locking the door behind me, i sit down on my bed. my phone rings, its manager jeff. just in time.

"logan, bad news." he said as soon as i picked up.
"what is it?"
"jenny. she made things worst." nope. i dont wanna know about that.
"how long do i have to stay here?" i ask, changing the topic.

"im afraid you have to stay there longer than expected. dont worry. we'll take care of this. just stay safe."
"aight." i hung up.

great. just great.