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"At your worst, you're the best. I don't want another version, no

Hard to love, hard to trust but don't change

Don't be a better person for me"

~'Dark Side' by Phoebe Ryan (I felt this song really went well with this chapter :) check it out in the media box!)

Claire's POV

The feeling of his soft lips on mine extinguished the fire of hopelessness in my heart. It felt like the right thing to do. No regrets.

We snickered as we pulled back again. His long blonde wisps of hair fell negligently over his eyes, tickling my forehead as he rested his on mine. His head tilted right to place a kiss on my cheek "Please come with me" he whispered.

"Yes" I nodded.

He backed away from the wall while I stepped off his shoes, instantaneously, he became taller than me. Through my peripheral vision, I felt something move.

Both Logan and I turned towards it and we were greeted with a cop standing a few feet from us, his brawny arms crossing his chest sternly. His lips twisted into a frown "Now I'm not saying PDAs are wrong but you shouldn't do it in the middle of the street either"

Logan freaked out; the attractive rosiness of his face caused me to suppress the laughter that elicited from me.

I bit my lower lip to prevent causing a scene while Logan said "We'll go now"

When we were comfortably seated in the car, I started laughing. Logan continued to blush "My first perfect kiss and we were confronted by a cop"

"That's okay Logan, it was fun!"

His gaze locked on me, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile. He took my hand in his, interlacing his fingers with mine, and placed a kiss on the back "I'll show you how fun I am...later"

I felt hot all over when his eyes directed back towards the road and he smirked, starting the car.

I had never faced this side of Logan. Never. But I kind of liked it "You know? You're really good kisser"

He blinked several times without looking at me "Oh c'mon Cookie Jar, we just kissed and you're already feeling impulsive?"

I began to slap his arm with both hands.

He tried to dodge it, laughing, he bellowed "You're gonna get us both killed!"

"You're a pervert"

"Judge me after you read the scenes in my book"

Oh yeah, his book. According to Natalie, he had some pretty hot scenes in there "No thanks, I'll pass"

"Says the girl who reads erotica"

My jaw dropped and I avoided the urge to butterfly kick him on his face "I don't read erotica!"

He joked all the way to his house about how horribly pale I had become when he said that and how he was suspicious that I do cheesy things when I'm alone. I was so wrong about him being a pervert...he was actually a big pervert.

We entered his garage and he parked his car in the garage. Even his garage was bigger than my room.

I admired the expensive looking new car, circling around it, after I hopped off "Where's your old car, Logan?"

"Oh, we sold it"

"Weird" my eyebrows furrowed "You drink and drive and crash your car. But instead of punishing you, your parents get you a newer and better car?"

He froze for a while, his gaze drifted into emptiness. I thought I spotted a hint of uneasiness on his facade but he immediately shrugged it off by smiling at me "Yeah I've got...really good parents. Let's go inside, I have some problems in math that I need you to help me with"

I kept in mind how he tried to change the topic so abruptly and promised myself to question him about this later on.

I walked behind him inside the house. His stance was cautious as he made his way towards the stairs. He looked here and there as if trying to hide from something and steadily without making any sound, he gestured me to follow him.

I realized something was wrong. I remained silent as I trotted up to him, trying my best to subdue the squeaky sounds my snickers made as I glided across the tiled floor.

"Logan!"

I jumped out of my skin when I heard someone yell from behind me. I whirled around, clasping my hands on my mouth

The voice had come from Logan's father. My eyes met with him and I found him glaring enviously at Logan. His gaze was treacherous, like that of a wild cat, as if he would lash out any minute.

Logan's father was a brawny, towering man. He had dark brunette hair, a clear-cut French beard portraying the vibe of an extremely successful businessman. It was probably my third time seeing him in all these years and every time I saw him, I realized Logan looked nothing like him.

My eyes fell on Logan as he steadily towards his father, never meeting his gaze.

"Where were you?" his father demanded in a rough voice, it was scaring me.

It was evident that Logan was afraid of him since I could see the way he stood still as if he had committed a crime.

"Didn't I tell you to remain in your room?" he raised his voice.

I was scared that Logan wasn't apologizing. Instead, I got the shock of my life when his face twisted into a treacherous snarl. He held the kind of expression that he had when fighting with Cade.

He looked at his father the way he looked at Dylan.

I knew this situation would slip out of hand and it did.

He began to yell at his father, a prominent vein bulging on his neck "You don't need to tell me what to do! I'm old enough to take care of myself!"

"Mind your tongue while speaking with your father!"

"Oh shut the fuck up!"

My lips parted as I looked astonishingly into Logan's eyes. A shaky whisper left my throat "Hey, stop it"

But he ignored me and continued to point a finger at his father, who had fallen awfully quiet at this moment "You...stay away from me. I make my own rules" Saying that he turned in his heels and ran upstairs, leaving me standing frozen in the center.

I saw his father's remorseful face as he tucked his hands into his pockets and let his head hang low. I began to apologize "I'm so sorry Mr. Walker, I had no intention-" he cut me off by a gesture of his hand.

I found myself sauntering into Logan's room and slamming the door hard "Logan, what the hell?"

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking at his intertwined fingers.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" I yelled walking over to him "He's your father!"

"Some 'father'" he scoffed.

I was extremely bewildered at this boy. When he said he was short-tempered, I didn't imagine in the worst of my nightmares that he meant this.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, "He has only confronted you because he cared about you!"

"What do you know about him, huh?" he suddenly snapped at me, standing up.

I backed away from him, feeling a little scared to see how raging he was.

He began to bellow, with a harsher voice than mine "You have only seen him for a few times, you don't know how hard it was for me to live with him all these years under one fucking roof! So stop judging my behavior, Claire!"

I clasped my hands together and started to back away from him. Logan never yelled at me like that before and it saddened me that he just did.

My lips trembled with pain while he brushed his disheveled hair in place and massaged his temple "Fucking hell..." he muttered under his breath.

After rubbing his face with his hands, he walked up to me, very slowly. Standing in front of me, his hands caressed my arms with both hands as if to soothe me but I had my face turned away from him "I'm so sorry" he mumbled, sounding tremendously ashamed "I didn't mean to yell at you like that"

I chewed on my lip when he cupped my face and made me look up at him. "See the thing is..." he said "I hate him. I hate him so much. And when I see a loved one taking his side, it just...it pisses me off"

I forced a smile and looked into his pupils, showing him that it was okay. Logan never hated people without a reason. There must be a reason and I believed he will tell me what it was, soon.

"Especially you" he returned the smile "I want you to be only mine"

A part of me was happy that he wasn't hiding his true self from me anymore. I had faced so many sides of him already in the past few hours. He was opening up to me, and even though it scared me...I loved it.

"I am yours" I stroked his hands that rested on my face. Leaning up, I quickly kissed him in appreciation but I didn't deepen the kiss "And your math problem?"

"Oh...yes" he nodded.

"Why do you have so much trouble with math? You always keep asking silly questions"

His face twisted in amusement "I'm not that bad"

"Yes you are. I've to always be the smarter one amongst us"

His mouth dropped, a humorous expression anointing his face "Oh really? I'm the one who always taught you chemical reactions. You never understand them!"

"That was once" I teased "And that too, I skipped classes because I was sick"

"We'll see who delivers the Valedictory this year"

"Oh we're on!" I sent a challenging look at him.

He laughed when I flicked my hair and walked away from him, strutting. I felt him come up behind me and gather me in his arms. His muscular worked out arms engulfed me completely, consuming my heart with a notion of pleasure. I felt safe.

"I'm just kidding" he said, nuzzling his nose on the back of my neck "I wouldn't mind if you become the school Valedictorian. I would gladly watch you deliver the speech"

I turned to look at him, giving him the same whirling stare he gave me. I placed my palms on his face, massaging his cheekbones "That's good. Because I'd hate to see someone else doing that instead of me"

Raising his eyebrows, he chuckled "Seriously? If I say something good to you, you're supposed to say something back"

I patted his head "I love you because you're not smarter than me" and pushed him playfully, flopping on his bed.

"Thanks?" he shrugged and I laughed.

I spent the next few hours solving math with him. We ate some premade brownies, played a roasting game and then I fell asleep in his arms.

I even dreamt about him that day. It used to feel like there was some kind of string that was coiled around my heart, squeezing it painfully. But now, the string had slackened and I finally felt free of stress and I could breathe.

Everything felt alright.

That was until I woke up late in the evening, on Logan's bed, and he was gone.

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