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

Chapter 25

     His hand grips the doorknob and pushes the door open. 

"Really?" He sounds truly curious. His eyes gaze intently at me. 

"I'm serious Logan. I don't know if you want me to thank you again or something but you can't keep showing up here. I don't want to talk to you. You keep forgetting that we're not friends-"

    I stop talking when he suddenly wraps his arm around my waist and pulls my chest into him. 

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk to me because I know you will. And anyways, I wouldn't want to be just friends with you Gracie." He says against my ear. "It's a little to late for that considering what we've done already." The smugness in his voice is evident and makes me squirm. 

"Don't talk about that." I can feel the redness emerging onto my cheeks and the anger brewing in my stomach. 

"Why not? You liked it." 

"What does it matter? It was a waste of your time right?" I mutter bitterly.

"Are you still on this shit?" He groans. "I already apologized twice-"

"Did I ever accept?" I cut him off.

    He drops his hold on me and takes a step back. Logan takes a large breath before running his hand through his hair. I continue to stand there, now folding my arms and beginning to glare at him. 

"I didn't come here to start all of this. I came here to find out what's really wrong." He exhales.

"Well-" I pause for a second, "You won't. So leave."  

"No." He snaps, his jaw clenching.

"You can't stay here."  

"Look it doesn't have to be about that okay?  What's so wrong about me and you hanging out for a few hours?"   

"Logan.. Still-"

"C'mon Gracie." 

    I stand there shivering, looking at him up and down. Sighing, I move to the side and watch as his lips flip into a crooked smirk. 

    Half an hour later I'm situated on the couch seat furthest away from Logan. My knees are pulled up against my chest as I flip through the channels on the t.v. 

"Can you pick something already?" Logan asks frustratedly.

    I look to the side to find him with his legs sprawled out and dangling off of the recliner. His jacket is off and his arms are crossed showcasing his muscles. He turns his head to me and shoots me a blatant look.

"Give me the remote." 

     I shake my head no and go back to flipping through the channels. I don't hear him get off of the recliner but surely enough he does because a few seconds later he stands in front of me blocking the view of the t.v. 

    He holds his hand out waiting for me to give him the remote. Rolling my eyes I move one seat over and continue to look for a good show to watch. 

    Next thing I know Logan is hovering on top of me. His fingers tickle lightly over my body and I can't ignore the giggles that escape my mouth. I clutch the remote harder into my chest and wheeze for him to stop. Soon my laughing turns into coughing and the remote drops from my hands to cover my mouth. 

    Logan leans over the side of the couch and grabs the remote off of the floor before sitting upright and smiling at me. I give him a glare as I fix my shirt.

"Don't do that again." I cough.

"You should laugh more Gracie." He says before clicking on an episode of Arrow.