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

Chapter 25

"Yeah.. Sure." I say sarcastically.

"I'm serious, you've got a cute laugh." 

"I sound like a dying whale." I deadpan at him. 

"Then dying whales must sound cute." He grins at me. 

     I turn away when I feel my stomach start to twist into knots and my throat go dry. 

"I- I'm gonna go get some water." I stutter before getting up to go to the kitchen.  

"Can you get me a glass too?" He requests and I nod my head in response.

     Stepping into the kitchen I pull two glasses out of the cupboard and set them on the counter. I open the fridge and pull out the filter mug. As I finish pouring water into the first glass my elbow hits the second glass and causes it to fall off the counter. 

    It crashes onto the floor and breaks into tiny little pieces. I groan before setting the filter onto the table and bending down to pick up the glass pieces. I hear Logan's feet against the hardwood floor and turn around to see him giving me an alert look. 

"What happened?" He frowns as he studies the glass on the floor.

"Uh, the cup fell." I answer, carefully picking up the sharp pieces. 

"Move, let me pick it up." He orders, bending down next to me. 

"No it's fine. I got it."

    His hand captures my wrist and pulls it to the side. 

"Stop- You're gonna hurt yourself." He glowers. 

"No I won't." I bite back.

"Yes you will." 

    My fists ball up in vexation as I watch him pick up the pieces of glass. When he finishes he stands up and walks towards the trash bin. I continue to sit on the kitchen floor and glare at him when he turns around.

"Stop being so stubborn and get up." Logan says leaning over my figure. 

    His hands move to wrap around my waist and pull me up. I slap his hands away and get up on my own.

"What's your problem, why are you always so mad at me? I was trying to help you." He thunders.

"Well I didn't ask for your help Logan." 

"Are you fucking serious?" He groans. 

    I stare at him silently for a few seconds before turning around and grabbing the glass of water. I shove it into his hand with a polite "here you go" before marching back into the living room. I drop back onto the couch and wrap my arms around my body. 

    A few minutes later to couch dips down as Logan sits beside me with a blank look on his face. I can feel him burning holes into the side of my face but I sit there breathing in and out, my eyes focused only on the t.v.

"Gracie," He says in a warning tone, "Look at me." 

    I ignore his voice and instead tighten my grip around my body. All of a sudden his hand grabs my chin and  pulls my face towards him. My attempts to escape his hold fails when his other arm wraps around my back and leans me against his chest.

"You've got to be the most frustrating girl." Logan frowns looking me in the eye.

"No one's asking you to put up with me." I breathe out. 

    He leans forward, his face inching closer to mine. 

"I know." 

    My insides were tangling up again, the butterflies in my stomach turning into wild animals. My hands itched to touch his face but my brain told me otherwise. 

    His nose lightly touches mine for a spilt second and I can sense his eyes staring at my lips. My shoulders tense up at the tiny space between us. Realization strikes me before his lips can meet mine and I push his chest away from me.

"N-No. We can't." I whisper. 

"Why not?" He asks, disappointment lacing his tone.

"I'm sick." I mumble. 

    Logan shoots me an incredulous look before chuckling. 

"I've got a strong immune system."

"Still..." I begin fiddling with my fingers. 

"So what does that mean? If you weren't sick you would've let me kiss you?" A suspicious smile curving his lips.

"I.. I don't know."  I answer honestly.

    Out of the blue his phone starts ringing and he rolls his eyes before digging in his pockets for it. He stands up and answers it, mumbling out short answers. After a few minutes of watching him quietly respond to the person the other line he hangs up and grabs his jacket off of the recliner. 

"That was Finn, he needs me to do something for him." He explains, throwing his arms inside the jacket.

"Oh."

"Don't miss me too much while I'm gone Gracie." He smirks walking in front of me. "Maybe we can do this again, when you're not sick."

    I let out a scoff as I trail behind him towards the front door. 

"No. This'll never happen again." 

    He turns around and pulls me into him.

"I'm sure." Logan says sarcastically. He places a quick kiss on the top of my head and orders me to come to school tomorrow. Before  I can get a word in he walks out the door and it slams shut behind him. 

    I run my hands over my face in annoyance. What the hell was I doing? What the hell was wrong with me? No- not me. What the hell was wrong with Logan? 

    We had to stop this. Whatever this  was. It's only going to lead to something I won't be able to handle. I know it. 

Happy Valentine's day!  Thanks to everyone who actually reads this book, it means the world to me. <3

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