Skyler's POV
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He called me up and told me to come to him? Isn't it supposed to be the other way around so I can apologize to him? What even is love? I mean I know, but why is it so confusing? Like, almost every
couple that I know says their relationship is like clockwork, and now I'm just like, "it ain't so easy now, is it, lovebirds!"
I secure my jacket around me and check my hair before running out to the car. Beads of rain roll off of me before I get in a pull onto the road to the stables. At least now I can apologize to him. We'll be good...right?
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Logan's POV
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I pace nervously. What if she doesn't accept me? What if she rejects me again? Ugh, I wish–
"Logan?" A flirtatious and high pitched voice calls from the door. At first I don't recognize it but as soon as I see her face I get lightheaded. Natasha Peterson. Cheer captain, bragger, and all around kinda pretty.
She steps in and eyes me, biting her lip. "What the heck are you doing here!?" I whisper-yell. She gestures for me to come out.
She grins. "Come over here,"
I sigh reluctantly and make my way outside, closing the door after me. "What are you doing here?!" I repeat in the same tone. This is a bad time... "How did you know I was here, when did you..."
"I've been think a lot lately and I just wanted to say one thing..." she grasps my cheeks and pushes her lips to mine uncomfortably. I stand there, shocked, and not even the sound of tires on gravel snaps me out.
Still stunned, I hear a small gasp and glance to the parking lot. I almost pass out once I figure out who it is; Skyler looks broken. I pull away from Natasha's grasp to explain to Sky, but I find no words to say. She is broken. Her face, shattered. A string of tears roll down her face quickly as she gets back in the car. No! No, this is NOT supposed to happen! She probably thinks I called her so she could watch me kiss another girl! This cannot be how this goes, this–hopefully–love story cannot end like this! This scenario should be sang by Taylor Swift, not acted out by Logan Young! I try hard to push some words out but nothing comes. The only thing I get is that feeling in dreams when you're falling off a cliff. What did I just do...
That's it.
I broke Sky.
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Sky's POV
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Slowly, I pull into the lot of the stables and step out of my vehicle. Looking up, I find what should only be in movies; he's kissing some black haired girl in a cheer outfit. My stomach turns, head spins, heart races, throat throbs, and I feel like I've just been punched in the gut. I feel a lump catch in my throat and let the anger and sadness and pure shock out through tears.
Stunned, and frankly pretty furious, I immediately get back in and let the tears flow. We may not have had much, but we did have something, and he's stomping it. Now, we have nothing. I don't want anything.
He called me here to watch him kiss someone else? I came to apologize, but if he wants to play like that, I don't wanna play anymore.
I did not think Logan was capable of doing that, honestly. That's against his morals and basically everything he made himself out to be.
I can't help the tears streaming down my face, but I can't watch any longer. It hurts. He called me to watch him kiss another girl. And that's that.
I turn the car around and rush home, before running through the rain and into my room. I lay in a pool of sadness and anger on the floor, sulking about what I just witnessed.
He fell for the cheerleader. How cliché! We could have had something. We could have had a decent relationship. He blew out the candle. He ended us. He ended anything we had.
I sob into my pillow until Louie whines and licks my ear, sensing my muffled sadness. I giggle and scoop him up into my chest.
He nips at my chin and for a single fraction of a split second Logan Young is gonzo.
But, I'm not so lucky as to forget about him that quick. Sighing, I get up and brush my hair back out. The dark brown mascara drops off my eyes slowly, staining my cheeks.
"Oh. My gosh." I say out loud. "I look like a raccoon."
"Sweetie?" Mom's voice cuts through the door like a knife. I sigh and quickly wipe away the tears, ridding my face of sorrow, but it still explodes in my pain-stricken eyes.
"What?" I sob in one breath.
"Ah, baby what's wrong?" She asks, fidgeting with the locked doorknob.
I cough out the rest of the pain in my voice.
"Nothing, momma, just um...what do you need?" I reply, wincing at the fact of having to lie to her. When all I wanna do is scream Logan Young you two timing jerk!
"Alright, baby girl there's a Logan Young on the phone for you." She sighs. I blink back the bloodshot redness in my once blue eyes, silently begging this is a nightmare. But again, not lucky.
So lemme get this straight –
He calls me up to come and kiss someone else.
Let's me leave without a goodbye.
Does it at the place I want to spend all my time.
And tries to call me up to make it all better.
NEWSFLASH! I'm not a second grader, you can't give me a cookie and a kiss and pretend everything is okay.
"Hang up." Is all I say. All I can say. All I will say.
But, if worst comes to worst, he'll show up at the door like some stupid romance movie, and I turn it into a comedy by slamming the door in his face. See, this is why you plan ahead.
"But honey, I-"
"Please Mom." I beg, turning toward the door, gripping my brush with such force my knuckles whiten.
"Alright sweetheart is there something we need to talk about?" She asks, sympathy dripping from her hoarse tone. Even though she can't see, I shake my head.
"No momma. I'm fine. Promise."
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Logan's POV
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No, gosh dang it! Sky won't answer, we need to talk!
After I pushed Natasha out of my way with a death glare, I went back inside. The pain in Sky's eyes was too much. The inevitable thought of that sweet, innocent, and now broken girl's pained expression was just...too much.
But I have GOT to make things right. And I best do it before she leaves. But that's kind of hard to do when you can't talk to someone.
I sigh in anger and frustration, gripping the table and staring at Natasha. She holds out her bottom lip.
"Logan...hey, bear?" She whimpers. I growl at her.
"Out!" I bark, she furrows her eyebrows and stays put, crossing her arms over her chest as a small child might. "Apparently you're hard of hearing. Get out!" She shakes her head.
You have got to be kidding me.
"Why."
"Why what?" She asks stupidly.
"Why would you ruin her for me? Why'd you kiss me?!" I whisper shout. She shrugs carelessly.
"Why would you like her when you could have me?" She purrs. I pull away from her close grasp in disgust.
"Because she's not like you! And why would you kiss me here at work?"
"Because... I want to be your girlfriend!" She smiles. I scoff and turn away, heading to the front office desk. I would never want someone like Natasha. Some self absorbed bratty little cheerleader. Sure she may be pretty but Skyler is a million times more pretty. And I can't screw this one up. Not Sky. Girls like her come along once in a GREAT while. And I'm not about to lose the one I caught.
Have to try again. I dial her number into the office phone and yell for Hayley. She trots in and sits a bucket of feed down.
"Huh?" She asks, clearly annoyed at my urgent request for her.
"Talk to Sky for me PWEASE?!" I whimper, locking my hands and rocking on my heels and sticking out my lip.
"What? Why?"
"Because I did something bad...and I need to make it right but she won't answer me. So I need you." I say quietly. She sighs before trudging to the phone and picking it up.
"Hello, Skyler?"