The Bisteaux (Rewritten)

2. The Library

I wake up to the sound of Wren opening my door. Ive never been the heaviest sleeper so thats all it takes. I open my eyes. Its still dark outside and I check my phone for the time. The light hurts my eyes.

Wren its 2 in the morning. What are you doing? I ask, clearly annoyed.

She answers, whispering, Oh shit I woke you up. Sorry boo I just wanted to borrow a top.

At 2am? I question. Why do you need a shirt this late at night? And from my closet of all places?

Late night thing with Levi and you have this really cute striped sweater I wanted to wear, she rambles. In the dim lighting, I can see her awkward smile. I can tell she really didn't mean to wake me.

I respond, jokingly, Oh, then take it, I dont care. You dont have to sneak in here though dummy. 

I forgot how easy it is to wake you up. Shouldve remembered after that one sleepover-

The one where you scared me half to death? I cut her off. That poor lamp, I laugh.

A look of reminiscing covers her face, Yeah, what an interesting night that was.

So where are you going anyway? I ask. Might as well since Im very much awake now.

I have no clue, she answers simply. With that, she walks out of my room, forgetting the sweater, and leaves the apartment. I hear the door lock and then I check my phone again. Nothing. Not a single thing from Logan. I put it down and start daydreaming. First thing that comes to mind is when I met him.

It was freshman year here. I was in the library studying, alone. Out of nowhere this guy sat down across from me. He didnt have anything with him. Not a backpack or any sort of reading material. For a while, I ignored him. I honestly thought he was some douche trying to mess with me. Not that he looked like the type, but I just made the assumption. After another 20 minutes, I got fed up.

Excuse me, but what exactly are you doing? I asked, very annoyed.

Waiting, he replied coolly.

Really? I thought. For what? I responded. He was really starting to get on my nerves considering I had an assignment due the next day and he was wasting my time.
Honestly, I couldnt tell you, he said and his eyes wandered. Those damn eyes. One of the first things I noticed about him was how green they were. They were bright and captivating. Despite how mad I was, I still found him intriguing. I started to notice other things about him. His dark brown hair was just long enough to get in his face and he moved it constantly. He wore a jean jacket and a grey t-shirt underneath.

You need a haircut, I blurted without thinking. My face grew hot with embarrassment.

Youre very observant. Staring at me huh? he asked, smirking. Everything about him was brash and confident. What I thought Levi might have been like at first glance.

I ignore his question. So are you going to leave any time soon, because Im kind of busy here.

He smiles, Nah, I think Ill stay for a little while. Youre good company.

Like that, the conversation ended. He sat there while I kept working. He ended up pulling out his phone and some earbuds and started listening to music. I managed to ignore him for the most part, only remembering that he was there when he would shift in his seat. At one point, he glanced down at my work and corrected a grammar error or two. He didnt even pause his music. I rolled my eyes each time, but it was helpful. Once I finally finished and started to leave, he swiftly got up and wrapped his arm around me. I felt myself tense up.

Are you kidding me right now? I whispered harshly. I was about two seconds away from elbowing him in the side and getting out of there.

Calm down would you? he replied. His tone was as calm as before, but I heard an edge of worry. It was off putting and what kept me from hitting him.

What is going on? I said, confused.

He looked into my eyes. Youre going to have to trust me here. All of the coolness in his voice was gone. I started to get very concerned but part of me was weary that he mightve been trying to trick me. However, an overwhelming part of me felt that he was genuine. Call it womans intuition.

What is going on? I asked again. This time my tone wasnt harsh.

There was a guy hovering near you and he did not look like he had good intentions, he said quietly, and his jaw clenched.

Kind of presumptuous of you to say, dont you think? I questioned, still whispering. In all honesty I was bringing in humor to keep from freaking out. With every second that passed, the more I believed him.

Please just trust me, he said, almost begging. His eyes were soft and his clenched jaw loosened. He kept his arm firmly around me while we walked out of the library. He only let go once we were across the grounds.

So, um, what the hell was that? I asked. Not sure if what just happened was real.

Well you have a mouth on you, he replied, and his smirk reappeared.

I raised a brow, Ehem.

Oh right, his smirk once again faded. That was Zade Thompson. I dont know if youve heard of him, he paused. When I didnt respond, he continued, Well that creep has a reputation of getting too close to the girls around here. After he- he cut himself off. His jaw clenched again and so did his fists. He looked so cold and in a way, scary. I guess he saw how threatened I looked because his demeanor softened when he spoke again. I just, I couldnt let him hurt you. He looked down at the ground.

You dont even know me, I mumbled, shocked.

I dont have to, he said simply and shrugged.

To lighten the mood I joked, So are you always a too-cool-for-school jerk or was that some weird testosterone thing that the Zade dude brought out of you?

He laughed, Sometimes. I rolled my eyes. Okay not really, he said, an awkward smile formed on his face. I couldnt help but blush. He was so charming.

Okay jerkface, so whats your real name? I asked coolly.

Logan, he responded. Not a big fan of the nickname jerkface by the way.

Eh, I think it suits you.

Okay then meanie, whats your name? he questioned.

Ill let you know later, I replied. With that I walked off to meet Wren in the parking lot. Once I was about 30 feet away he yelled, Later? You do know that implies that you want to see me again. All I did was blush and keep walking.

As the memory fades, I realize that I am still in my room, tears falling down my face. What was once the beginning of something beautiful is now painful to think about. Even after all of this time. I hate how sadness corrupts what were once very good memories. It feels so unfair. Logan used to bring so much light to my life. Ironically, I can only see him in the darkness of my room now. The old him anyway. The one that stayed. The one that loved me.

A/N Yes I know this chapter is half as long as the first one. Sue me. It's almost 5am right now and I haven't slept yet.
Thanks for reading though lol