Thanks for much for the support! I love you guys! <3

XOXO Uniquent.

*Edited*

"Me?" I blurt out. Logan releases Davie's collar and staggers back.

"Yeah...you" Davie walks out from Logan's grasp and comes closer to me.

"I didn't do anything." I say.  "I hope I didn't do anything." I mutter under my breath.  I push a lock of hair behind my ear and curl inwards, hugging my chest.

"Then why did you leave me?"

"Leave you?" I question, my hold on myself tightening once I realized that my fingers were shaking. "I never left you, Davie."

" Do you really believe that?"

"I-yes..." I say, quietly.

"Then you're wrong."

"I'm not.  I didn't know, Davie...What did I do wrong?" I rest a hand against a tree and glance back into the car.  Zoe is still flipping through her book and Max had gotten in the car again with her, however not before casting a wary glance to Logan who nods.  Logan sits on an upturned log with his forearms are resting on his knees staring at me seriously.

"You ignored me, and of course you're that kind of girl who normally is like that anyways but later on it just was...different.  You were distant.  You rarely talked to me.  You went off with her..." Davie tips his head towards Zoe.

"I don't understand."

"You left me."

"I....I didn't mean to...You were parading along with this other girl.  I just thought you didn't want anything to do with me, that's all. And...and I wasn't good enough for you, I wasn't good enough for anyone. I told you about my parents Davie, you know what happened" They had left me to fend for myself and my brother to go on stupid business trips, to cheat on each other and to get drunk. Ever since I was little. Friends didn't help too because they eventually left me...no one was there for me, ever.

"I've always wanted to know more about you, Clara.  Is that so hard to understand?"

"What?"

"I met you, I got to know you when we were in the library remember? I asked you why you stayed by yourself to so often...why you always just paint and not go along and converse with others."

"I remember." I'm biting my bottom lip now.

"You seemed so indifferent to my help, I wanted to help you.  Help you realize that there is more to the world than drawing and studying."

"I was always indifferent, Dav." His name rolled off of my tongue in a sigh.

"But you opened up, for a short period of time, I thought I've gotten to the real you, finally."

"The real me?" I scoffed, my voice was shaky.  "The real me was the girl you saw in the library scribbling into her stupid notebook with her walls up, Davie.  That's the real me." My hands were shaking now, harder than before.

"I-" Davie glances at me and I reel backwards.  His eyes express hurt, sadness, despair, anger and everything all at once.

I feel a hand on my back, Logan's.

I jerk away instantly.  I realize now my mistake. I've cared too much.  Showed my real self.  I don't even know who I am, what I'm like. The indifferent girl in the art classroom or the girl that is daring and funny and excitable. 

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM.

And these boys...they were breaking me, confusing me, forcing myself to break out of my non existent shell, to believe in them because they would make everything better, they would lower my walls but they didn't realize that the walls had been a part of me for a long while now and that girl dancing behind them, she was only unearthed in small moments.

"Clara..." Logan's voice is cautious, careful.

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM!" I burst out.  Davie looks shocked.  Logan remains with his cool demeanour.

"And the girl you like? She's probably not even me.  She's the riskier side of me, Logan, who only appears once she thinks she's safe.  You don't know how I was like before and like it or not I'm going to go back to that soon." I spin around and face him.  He remains still. This seems to annoy me and even though I'm trying to keep myself from saying anything stupid I feel the uncontrollable urge to just let the feelings flow out of me openly.

"And Davie, you knew who I was.  You knew that indifferent girl.  You got fed up with solving me didn't you? My sarcastic remarks, my book references, that fucking pencil I always tucked into my bun.  You got bored.  You could do nothing to help me, you saw the other girl once or twice but she wasn't worth sticking around for." My feet slides across the forested floor, scattering leaves everywhere.

"Clara, It wasn't you.  It was because of some things that I felt.  Distancing myself from you was the best option."

"What did you feel?!" I was exasperated and tired from all of this drama.  Logan is leaning against a tree, watching me carefully.

"I LIKE YOU CLARA. IS THAT CLEAR ENOUGH?!" Davie shouts.

I stand stock still, a hand rests against my mouth.  My teeth gnawing at my bottom lip persistently. 

"I like you." He repeats softly this time, not more than whisper level.  I see Logan walking towards us, brows furrowed and hands fiddling with each other behind his back.

"Davie.  You broke my heart the more I got to know you.  I let you in and then you pushed yourself out.  It broke me, did you know Davie? And this love of yours? You don't even know who you're falling for just like Logan."

"As for you, Logan.  Did you really expect this all to work out? The bad boy and the good girl.  You're sure to cheat on me with some other popular girl and once you know who I really am...the real Clara I'm pretty sure you won't like her as well.  You've only seen one side of me, Logan and like I said to Davie...none of you know who you're falling for and you'll see that it's a mistake, Logan. The shy girl with her ignorant parents and barely any friends will not live up to your expectations. Face it, I'm a plaything" I swear I see the flash of hurt in his eyes but it disappears quickly. I was spinning out of control, the anxiety clawing and gnawing at my heart.

"Do you really think that low of me, Clara?" Logan walks closer.  His body is stiff and straight.  Muscles are tensing in his arms that he keeps crossing and uncrossing.

"Yes." I force out against my will.  Better not to get my heart broken twice.  I've thought through it and I was right, he didn't know who I really was and he'd tire quickly.

"Then I suppose I will live up to your standards then.  I'll drive us all home, consider that the last time you'll be in the same car as me." Logan strides over to the driver's seat of the car and slides in.

"If you just opened yourself up to me, Clara.  If you just showed me your real self for once then maybe you'll know that when I said I loved you I meant that I loved all of you." Davie shakes his head softly and gets into his seat in the car.  I open the shotgun seat door and slide myself in.  I see the scattered books that Logan had brought for me and slowly pile them up and slip them back into his backpack.  Logan notices this and his eyes meet mine for a moment. 

They are dark and stormy.

They are angry and sad.

And I almost feel pleased that I hurt someone that would undoubtedly hurt me.