Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 14

"Grace!"

    It catches me off guard, snapping me out of my trance.

"W-What?"

"Whenever you feel free to start." He replies, motioning to my bag on the floor.

"Oh yeah, just, um, wait a minute. I'll be right back." Logan nods his head at me before I zoom down the hall to grab a chair. Logan was already sitting in mine and it wasn't any big deal to go get one.

    A couple minutes later I arrive back into my room dragging the chair behind me. Logan looks up from his phone and stares at me, his green eyes growing more intimidating by the second. I pull the chair up right next to Logan and let out a sigh. I walk over to get my bag and grab the binder placed inside. Through my peripheral vision, I can see Logan still staring. His hand was placed under his chin and his eyebrows were furrowed, watching as I sorted through my notes and class work. Finally, I find the sheet with topics you can choose from and place it in front of him.

    I sit down in my seat, pulling my knees up and sitting with my arms around them.

"So, what do you wanna do?" I ask.

    I watch as he skims over the list before slamming it back down on the desk and running his fingers over two topics.

"Either one of these."

    The two bullets read "World War I" and "World War II". I rest my chin against my knees and take the paper, skimming over the rest of the topics before I just reply sure to World War II.

"What should we do for the visual then?"

    He turns to me and chuckles, his white teeth peeking through.

"Just paste some pictures of war machines and call it a day babe." He says shaking his head lightly.

    I can feel my ears tinging with redness from the name and now I wish I hadn't tucked my hair behind my ear.

    For the next twenty minutes I mumbled on about how to section off the five pages and what main points to include in each paragraph. I doubt he was listening. He seemed more transfixed in staring at my wall than hearing me talk it seemed. I stopped for a few minutes, just letting to silence float through the air as I wrote down the plans on a sheet of paper.

"So, now that we have this out of the way what do you wanna do?" He drawls. He flashes me a look, and evil glint playing in his eyes. It made my stomach do flips and cartwheels and I've never wanted to run out of my room and lock the door behind me so quickly.

    I drop my arm from around my knees, and slowly start backing away.

"What?" I ask, my voice becoming nervous. "We- We've barely done anything."

    My hands scramble around on the chair that I'm sitting on.

"We've done plenty." He grunts, swiping his hand under his chin again. I don't respond. Instead I continue on writing, one arm hugging my legs and the other gripping the pen. I sit there for another twenty minutes, and manage to sort through the introduction and half of the second body paragraph.

    I rest the pen against the desk for a second, shaking my hand out from the cramps caused by writing. Glancing over at Logan I see his eyes glued to his phone. I sigh and grab a water bottle, opening it and gulping down the contents inside.

"I can hear you swallow." Logan's comment makes me instantly choke on my water. After I take a moment, I wipe my mouth subtly with the back of my hand.

"W-What are you talking about?" My voice comes out shaky, an effect from the little scene I just had.

"God, If I had known that this would've been so boring and quiet I would've chosen Lacey talking until my fucking eardrums bleed." He snaps.