The Difference Between Us

{33} Coma

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I ran out of the gym without giving a hoot about the teacher I just bumped into or my friends calling me. I can't believe my best friend just said that about me. My legs took me outside the school and I just ran wherever it led and ignored the worried calls of the gang. I lost them soon enough because I was fast and pretty soon, I got lost in my thoughts.

It took a red bike pulling over in front of me to wake me up from my raging thoughts and make me realize that I was heading for the road. The owner's green eyes bored into my hazel ones emotionlessly as always and with a jerk of her head, she motioned for me to get on. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised a brow at her, questioning why I have to get on the bike but she just drilled a hole into my head with her emotionless staring.

I groaned and she tossed her helmet to me, which I caught with ease and I leapt unto the red and grey beauty. The ride was silent, much to my liking, and short because we pulled over at a work out gym.

I returned her helmet and she led us through the gym to the boxing area. Wordlessly, she tossed red boxing gloves to me and picked up another red one. I got her message at once and slipped them on just as she slipped hers on and we began to fight. This went on until the both of us collapsed in exhaustion.

"Mind telling?" She asked as she heaved to take in as much oxygen as possible with me being no different.

"What?" I feigned ignorance but her gaze on me intensified and I sighed in defeat. "It's Logan." And then I proceeded to tell her what happened in the gym and what Logan did. "I mean, I was just looking out for him and then he lashes out and tells me to go..." I couldn't bring myself to say it again and shook my head. "How could he do that?!"

"Hn." Was Scarlet's creative response. I rolled my eyes at her antics and laid back with my hands under my head for support.

"I don't think I can forgive him for that." I stated.

"You forgive him for being the son of a murderer and you can't forgive him for saying something he shouldn't have said?" Scarlet asked in her raspy monotone voice.

"That's different! He can't control who he is birthed to but he could very well control his words!" I retorted.

"I don't remember you being able to control your words either." I would rip my hair out of its roots if it wasn't so short so instead, I sat up and wrinkled my nose in annoyance.

"Whose side are you on?!" I asked. Guilty tactics always work when trying to convince somebody about something.

"Logan's." She replied bluntly and I groaned at the failure of my psychological tactics. "Talk to him."

"What, why?!" I half yelled. If she thinks I would just walk up to him and have a 'nice little chat' before he apologizes, she must be out of her mind.

"People make bad choices if they're mad, scared or depressed. All they need is to have someone that can point them in the right direction." Why do I feel like she got that first sentence from a movie? "Talk and sort things out before you regret it." Something about the way she said that last part sent shivers down my spine. Scarlet's eyes are always dead and dull and always so emotionless but when she said that last sentence, I saw something flash there that I haven't seen in her eyes before. It was something that disappeared before I could pinpoint what it was but it was definitely there.

"Okay...I'll talk to him." I succumbed and she nodded. I got up, she followed suit and we both wiped our sweat with towels and had a drink of water before heading back to school only to find out that I practically missed school. Luckily for me, the school wasn't closed yet so I retrieved my bag pack, phone, car key and wallet from my locker, where I had kept them for gym, before joining Scarlet outside. I dialed Logan's cell phone but he didn't pick it up. I tried three times but ended up with the same result. "He isn't picking." I informed Scarlet.