“Why was it a mistake coming here with me?”
“I, I, we... need to talk.” I finally manage to stutter out.
“Just breathe Alexia,” he says gently while moving his hand to cup my face and rubs his thumb over my cheek.
I release a breath and push harder on his chest so he does take a step back this time. He quickly grabs my hand and pulls me along after him.
“Lets go talk” he says while maneuvering our hands so our fingers become entwined together.
We walk in silence to the lake. My whole body is humming with the constant contact with Logan and I notice that as we walk he is becoming more relaxed. Less tense.
We get to the lake and I gasp at its beauty. I’d forgotten how stunning it was here.
He leads us over to a large smooth rock to sit on, and pulls me down to sit beside him. My mind wonders to the other girl I’ve seen him with and I imagine him sat here with her. I get an unpleasant feeling my stomach.
Jealousy.
“So how’s your girlfriend?” It’s out of my mouth before I can even process the thought through my mind. I can’t believe I just asked him that. I sound jealous. Even I know I do.
“My Girlfriend? Alexia I already told you that Tara and I aren’t...” I don’t even give him time to finish his sentence.
“I’m not talking about Tara. I mean the other one. Your intended...” I pull my hand out of his grasp.
“My intended? Alexia its not what you think, we need to... ” And he runs his hands through his hair as I interrupt him again.
“It's no good talking Logan if you aren’t going to be honest with me and if you can’t even admit to seeing her then I don’t really see any point...” this time he interrupts me.
“Me seeing someone? What about you? The whole schools talking about the cutest couple. Alex and Chris. Chris and Alex. So is there anything that you want to be honest with me about? Because it seems to me that you’re accusing me of doing something that you’re doing your self.” He’s getting worked up and is actually raising his voice to me, which is something he has never done before.
“There is no me and Chris. You always believe everything you hear?” At that my phone ringing interrupts us. I know the ring tone; I have a separate one for him that he programmed in himself.
“You going to get that?” he questions me.
“No” I reply sternly.
“You’re not going to check who it is?” the way he is looking at me, its so cold, he has never looked at me that before either. I don’t like it. It hurts me, but I’m still angry with him. I’m not actually sure why though.
“No, I don’t need...” I begin to say and he starts to chuckle sarcastically.
“Oh you already know who it is. He has his own special ring. That’s cute. Just perfect for the perfect couple.” He runs his hands through his hair and turns away from me.
This is not how I intended this to go. Why am I feeling like I’m the bad guy. Like I’ve done something wrong.
“Why are we even arguing about this? We are both free to see other people any way. We aren’t anything special. Just take me home.” He stays facing away from me.
“So you admit you are seeing him?” I feel like screaming at him Why can't people ever understand friendship?
“No Logan, I’m not seeing him. I’ve never kissed him. We are friends, that’s all, but I’m just saying that we, you and me, aren’t anything special so it would be ok anyway even if I were. Which I’m not.” Now I’m just confusing my self. It seems that within a few fractions of a second Logan is stood in front of me. Very close.
“Nothing special?” he repeats and takes a step so he is even closer, but I take a step back. I don’t say anything, just shake my head.
He grabs my hand and lifts our linked hands to my eye line. Tingles are shooting all through my hand and up my arm.
“Are you going to tell me that this is nothing special? I know you feel it.” His eyes are focused only on me and I can’t look away. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t. I can’t deny it but I don’t want to admit to it either.
He trails his other hand down my other arm and leaves it planted on my hip.
“What about this?” he questions again.
“Logan I...” his eyes close for a few seconds and when they open they are a bright gold colour.
“Alexia” he says with a smug smirk on his lips. Like he knows he is about to move the winning chess piece and claim the victory. The moment he says my name, my legs go a little weak and his hand that was holding my hand goes to my waist so he is holding me up.
“You sure there’s nothing special between us, Alexia?” he pulls me closer to him so he has a tighter hold of me and sparks are literally going all over my body. Every time he says my name my body betrays me and lets him know that he is affecting me.
“Logan your eyes...” I can’t think straight. I think I’m seeing things. He dips his head and places little kisses in the crook of my neck and up my jaw line. I can’t help the whimper of pleasure that escapes my lips.
“We are special Alexia... You...are...mine.” He says between
