Angel of the Fallen Star

~ The Tragic Truth ~

Chapter Whatever: Logan

                 "I know, I know. Just wait a little longer. I'm not done explaining yet." I paced up and down the edge of the surf with the sound of the tide in my ears. Talking to Aali could be exhausting. He was Arabic, and he tried to convince people he was always their superior, no matter what. It didn't work very well. But he was a great guy, with a heart of steel. Even if he could be a little full of himself.

                 "You're not done explaining yet? Sheesh, what have you been doing, Mr. Perfect? Lip-locking with her? Geez, is that all you ever think about when you're around her? Yucko. It's sooo sweet. In fact, it's actually repulsively sweet." I rolled my eyes. I could practically see Aali drawling how disturbing he thought anything romantic was, even though he's had a major crush on Brooke for as long as I can remember, despite how many times he dismissed the provable fact. He was really a softie inside. With that thought in mind, I decided that it was a perfect time to bring it up, throw him off balance.

               "Oh, like you aren't head-over-heels for Brooke! Hypocrite. And, no, you know that Angelica hates me now. Duh. So of course we weren't kissing." I forced myself to say that Angelica hated me.

               "Much to your dismay." Aali droned. I knew I had taken him by surprise by bringing up Brooke-- again. I always did. I could hear him sigh on the other end. "When will you give up trying to get me into admitting that I like Brooke? We're just friends."

               I laughed. "Yeah right, you looove her, she hates your guts. That's just the way things work for you, isn't it?"

              "She does not hate me."

             "Nearly."

            "Not as much as Angelica hates you." Aali burst out. I didn't speak. He knew he'd hit a weak spot for me. Aali should know that I was extremely crestfallen over Angelica's change of feelings for me. He sighed. "Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I--" BEEP! I hung up. I didn't want to talk about that right now. I sat on the sand, my feet in the sea up to my ankles.

           I became slightly aggravated. Aali should be a little more sensitive about that.....incident. He shouldn't just bring it up so naturally, making it an insult. Just because he doesn't have someone to love, not really, that doesn't mean he can just throw it in my face. My heartbreak shouldn't be used as a toy that can be abused. I know that sounds like I'm the hypocrite, like I'm getting a taste of my own medicine, since that's what it looks like I'm doing to Angelica. When really, I would do anything to keep her from being harmed in the littlest way possible. Having her chained up is definitely on the list of my least favorite things to happen to her. It wasn't my idea to lock her up in a cave, of course not. I used all of my persuasion ability to convince the others that it wasn't a good choice, and they agreed, but I knew deep down that she would be a little bit..... well....furious and would lash out after what happened, without thinking. That was the only logical option.

          Agitated, I grabbed a rock and hurled it over the waves so far that it disappeared from sight, way at the horizon line. Hearing a buzzing noise, I flipped open my phone. Aali. Nope. I shoved my phone back in my pocket and continued mellowing in my own anguish. Not knowing what to do, I just started to think. I thought about Angelica, the happy times, the hard ones where we comforted each other, and all the ones in between.

         I know what you're thinking. I know what it looks like. Like I'm a heartless pig, a barbaric toad, a bloodthirsty worm. Well, I know it looks like that.But the truth is, I never killed her. Or tried to kill her. It was an illusion.