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

Chapter 20

    I debate on whether or not I should just text him to come to class. I later decide against that because then he would have my number saved. 

    My mind tells me to just go find him and get it over with but I really didn't want to. Still, I check the cafeteria to see if he might be in there. I scan it quickly, observing the tables and the lunch lines and he's nowhere to be found. 

    I want so badly to act like I have no idea where else he could be. If he wasn't here he was most likely smoking downstairs. If he wasn't there either I might as well just accept the fact that I'm going to fail. 

    Reluctantly, I follow the same path to the spot he dragged me to two weeks ago. Walking down the staircase my shoes smack against the steps and the sound flies around the whole area. I continue walking down until I come across the room and stand in front of it for a few minutes. I lift my hand and then lower it repeatedly, arguing with myself about whether or not I really needed to do this. 

    I lift my hand once more, probably looking like a broken record. Pushing myself, I knock on the door loudly three times and wait a few seconds. 

"What do you want?" 

    I jump at the cold voice, and turn around to see Logan behind me. The light near the staircase made him appear all the more intimidating. His grey shirt hugged his chest and his black jacket over top hugged his muscles. His hair was set atop his head in its usual place , and his face held a dark look. 

   He pushes me aside, pulling the key to the room out of his pocket and unlocking the door. I stand behind him  stuttering over my words. 

"I-I.. We, I, Um-" I'm cut off by the sharp glare he gives me over his shoulder. He steps through the entrance and turns around to face me, holding the door to keep it from slamming in my face. 

"..Well?" He asks after a few seconds pass by.

    I cough, clearing my throat. 

"Ms.Thomas said for you to come to class. She said-"

"Fuck her class." He sneers, getting ready to shut the door. I throw myself in before he can shut it and my palms end up pressing against his chest. He looks down at my action before looking at my face with a small scowl on his face. He opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

"She said that she would fail us both if you don't show up. Since the project required two people." I say quickly. I slip my hand off his chest, trying to get his terrifying gaze off of me.  

"Poor little Grace," Logan mocks me as grabs my chin between his fingers "You can't handle one bad grade."  He sticks his bottom lip out at me, trying to belittle me.

   I push him off of me, not that his grip was hard on me. 

"It wont be the end of your life Grace, deal with it." 

"Are you serious Logan?" I ask, fed up. "You'd rather be here, smoking and failing when all you have to do is show up in class and we'll both pass?" He continues to stand there with his arms crossed, glaring at me silently.

    I sigh annoyed and turn on my heel to leave. 

"Fine, I don't-"

"Wait." Logan's arms wrap around my body and pull me into his chest. My back is pressed against him and my gaze is fixed intently on the door.

"Is it true?" He asks, his fingers tightening around my waist. 

"Is what true?" I question.

"Do you like Finn?" His question catches me off guard. 

"W-What? Why would it matter to you?" I muttered.

"It doesn't, I just-"

"Well then why did you ask?" I turn around and look up at him, his features tensed.

"Why are you so fucking stubborn? Can't you just answer the damn question?" He hisses, pushing me away.

"I don't have to Logan it's none of your business." I snap, narrowing my eyebrows at him. 

    His look of annoyance is replaced with smirk before he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. 

"You know what, never mind. I already know you don't like him." Logan murmurs before taking a drag.

    I look at him wide eyed before crossing my arms. 

"And you would know how?" I argue. 

"Because you wouldn't let him do what you let me do to you." He sneers, releasing the smoke out of his mouth. I cringe at the action. 

"I didn't-"

"Sure you didn't." He cuts me off. "That's why instead of telling me to stop you begged me to go faster, huh?" 

    I rip my eyes away from him and stare at the ground. 

"You really are quite the virgin, aren't you Grace." He spits. "I barely even kissed you and yet your pussy is soaked and you're cumming like crazy." Logan chuckles darkly before taking another drag. 

    My fingers curl around my arms in shame and I can feel my eyes getting glassy. He was purposely trying to hurt me and it was working. 

"Hell, I didn't even kiss you. Have you ever been kissed Grace?" I can feel his eyes burning holes into my face before his voice erupts into laughs. "..Of course not."

"You're an asshole." I quaked, my voice breaking. My eyes were still glued to the floor, avoiding his eyes.

"And I don't think you've seemed to notice but you can be a huge bitch Grace." He snaps. 

    My insides curdle at his words and my feet slowly step back, nearing the door. My hand lightly grazes the doorknob.  

"You were right about one thing. You really aren't like the girls I want. Unlike them you're just a waste of time." Logan mutters bitterly. 

    I bolt out of the room, tears freely falling down my face. The door closed loudly behind me as I rushed up the stairs. My hands continuously swipe tears off of my face but more come down, and I bite down on my bottom lip to keep it from quivering. 

    I hate him. I hate Logan. 

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