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

Chapter 25

    I lay like that for some time. At least enough for my crying to subdue and for me to wipe away my tears. It isn't until I hear loud knocking coming from downstairs do I sit up. I rub my hands over my face before I get up to go check the noise. 

    My feet hurriedly walk down the steps only to learn that the banging noise is coming from the front door. I wipe a couple pieces of hair out of my face and pray my face doesn't appear as puffy as I think it is. 

    Slowly I un-do the lock and pull the door open. Logan stands in-front of me, his arms crossed inside of his leather jacket with a frown on his lips. I'm not surprised that he's once again at my home but more so concerned as to what he's here for.

    I eye him up and down before giving him a look. His frown deepens and his posture stiffens.

"Why didn't you come to school yesterday?" He asks. I stand there, shifting from one foot to another as I breathe through my stuffy nose. "Or today?"

    I gaze to the side quickly and catch a glance at the clock on the wall near the staircase. It was only half past twelve.

"The school day isn't even over yet Logan." I say sniffling.

"Are you sick?" He questions, his eyes lingering on my face.

"Why are you asking so many questions? Why are you even here?" I fuss. It may have come off a bit rude but it doesn't phase him in the least. 

    He huffs and pushes his hands into his pockets.

"Well after what happened Saturday, you didn't answer the other times I called you. You didn't come to school yesterday or today either.. plus Alyssa couldn't get a hold of you and she lives next door to you so I thought something was up." Logan explains.

   My grip on the door handle tightens as I listen to him speak. 

"Are you doing okay?" He asks once again. 

    I nod my head timidly and smile tightly at him. 

"I'm f-fine, just have a bit of a cold." I throw in a few coughs at the end of my sentence just to reassure him.  

    We both stand there for a few seconds letting the sound of wind pass by. Cold air comes into contact with my bare feet and makes me shiver. I open my mouth to speak.

"Well, It's cold and you should probably leave-" I say beginning to close the door but Logan grabs the door handle. 

"No Gracie. Stop doing this. Just tell me what's actually  wrong."  His hand grazes mine lightly as his figure leans halfway through the doorway.

    My pulse quickens as he stares at me and I shoot my gaze towards the floor. 

"Logan why do you do this?" I ask, my voice coming out shaky.

"Do what? Wonder if you're not dead?" He demands. 

"If that's what you like to call it then fine. Why do you do that? Why do you come to my house and ask me all these questions and wonder if I'm dead or alive? Why don't you just leave me alone?"

    He scoffs before rolling his eyes. 

"I'm serious Logan.. why do you want to know so much about me? I don't know anything about you."

"Well do you want to?" 

    His question catches me off-guard and makes me bite my lower lip. I glance up at him and see the bitter look crossing his features. 

"N-No." I whisper. I release my grip on the door by mistake to push him away from me. I didn't want to know him. He already knew too much about me.