Anika Rose was okay with going unnoticed. She preferred it. It gave her the time to focus only on school and convince her Mom that dance was a worthy career. But at the start of the new year rumours of a new student float in the air. Anika isn't ple...
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"My fault? How! I wasn't here, I have nothing to do with this!" I say, my eyes flickering from Logan to the rest of the guys. "I hate to say it but that's exactly why it's your fault." Logan looks away from me. What does that even mean? How can something be my fault if I wasn't there? "I don't understand." I groan, "Someone explain it to me, please?" The guys also look away from me. " Come on, someone tells me." I plead. "How am I supposed to fix something when I don't know what it is?"
Logan turns to me blood rushing to his face, eyes set in a glare. "It's your fault because you broke my best friend's heart. Ashton likes you so much and you made him think that you felt the same! Then you went ahead and cursed him out for no reason, Anika. So, I'm sorry, but this is all your fault. If you had just asked him what he meant in the classroom, we wouldn't be here. My best friend wouldn't be in the library crying. I've never seen Ash cry before, and now he's crying, because of you." Logan snarls at me, his voice filled with spite.
"He's crying?" I ask. "Why?"
"Are you dense? Anika, why do you think? The same reason you were bawling your eyes out." Logan snips. I look down at the concrete beneath my feet. I nudge a weed breaking through with the tip of my shoe. "I didn't think that he-,"
"You didn't think about anyone besides yourself, Anika." My eyes water with tears. I place my bottom lip in my mouth, pouring my frustration into the plump flesh. "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to protect my heart." I whisper to myself. "That's not my fault. He didn't tell me either, how was I supposed to know. I can't read minds, Logan! How the hell was I supposed to know!" I scream at him, hot, burning tears tearing a path down my cheeks. "How the hell was I supposed to know he liked me, huh?!" My eyes blur with tears. "I'm not the only selfish one, okay? He came to my house every flipping day, he hugged me, kissed my cheeks, held my hand, we did everything a couple would do and he never thought to tell me! And I'm suddenly selfish when I tell him to leave me alone because I thought he was truly interested in someone else? That's BS!"
I look at Logan through my scolding tears. "So, I'm sorry if my misunderstanding was the thing that ruined everything, Logan. But guess what you're not any better. You and Amour, huh? What about you, huh?"
"That's not the same. Amour and I are taking our time. You and Ash, you two are hurting yourselves in the most destructive ways possible."
"Whatever, Logan."
And suddenly, all I see is him. "Ash..."
He doesn't look like my Ash, but I guess he's not that either. He scoffs at me; his beautiful heterochromia eyes look dull. I remember the time he would look at me with his beautiful eyes, how I could look at them for days. But now, I want to look away.
He shakes his head at me before walking away. This is the dumbest thing I've ever done. "Ash!" I call and run after him. This is so stupid.
