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I wake up Monday morning with huge bags under my eyes and a grumpy mood.   I take out the tickets for the movies today and make a mental note to put on something nice as I was going to the cinema after all.  I pull on a long band shirt and some ripped jean shorts.  I tie my hair back into a ballerina's bun and head out of the house.

School was as usual, boring.  Zoe had skipped over to my picnic table outside, way too happy for her own good (I suspected it was because of Max) and started talking a mile a minute about her weekend.  I just took small bites out of my sandwich, casting small fleeting looks at Logan who looked fine, laughing along with some of his friends who were smoking.  He caught my eye once and in that moment I was hit with a torrent of emotions.  He was the first to turn away.

"Zoe?" I interrupted her in the middle of her whole spiel.

"And he was like-What?" She said a tiniest bit annoyed that I was interrupting her. She never really understood what happened that day.

"Do you want to go watch some movies with me? For one of your dares." I say, my voice soft and gentle.  I look down at the table. 

"Oh.  I'm so sorry, Clara, I really am but I have a family dinner I need to attend.  I can't skip it." Zoe says a bit sadly, covering my hand with hers. It's been a long time since we'd talked and I missed it.

"Oh.  It's fine." I dismiss the topic and let her continue with her story, eyes staring at the table.

The rest of the day slogged by at a slow speed and as I was heading towards my car after school Logan stopped me. 

"Hi." He says.  I see the faces of his friends not far off, chuckling at him.  He seems changed, more confident and Bad Boy like and less like the unique and kind Logan that I know.  Alcohol clings to his breath. He never drank or smoked around me, I knew he did it only a few times when he was upset and he'd told me as much. Warned me that his drinking and smoking tended to get out of hand if he was really sad or angry.

"Hey." I respond back.  The bitterness is evident in my voice and he must've caught it because he frowns.

"Hey, you okay?" Even his voice was different.  Arrogant and confident and slurred.

"I'm fine. Everything's over, it was my fault" I respond shortly, pushing past him to get to my car.

"Clara." I soften for a moment.  His voice was softer now, portraying so many emotions I almost couldn't take it.
"I'm sorry, Logan...you better stay away from me before I do something worse. I'm an unsure piece of shit." I spat bitterly.
Logan reaches out a hand to touch me before I step out.
"I've got to go, Logan.  I have some movies to watch." I almost wanted to slap myself.  Why had I mentioned the movies? I was stupid that was what I was.

"Movies?" He sounded so confused, so naive.

I held up the tickets and his eyes lighted up with recognition.

"I could-actually, have fun." He says and I wonder for a moment what he was about to say.

"You too." I reply back, opening up the door of my car and hopping into the driver's seat.  I push on the pedal and I'm off, peeling through the school's parking lot.

I reach the movie cinema within a few minutes, hand my ticket to the people at the front and go to the first movie, settling into a seat with a bottle of cold water and some caramel popcorn.  I take a few bites of popcorn and rub my hands on the perspiration coming off from the bottle, nervously.  I could barely pay attention to the movie and when I came out of the cinema I was a bit dazed.

I moved to the second movie and when I sat down a few moments later someone else sat down next to me.  I didn't turn to look at him though and kept staring at the screen.

Everything seemed darker than before now and I was feeling quite conscious that all of this was because of a boy.

Because of Logan.

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TRIVIA/NOTE:

Sorry for the short chapter! I'll make up for it soon!