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Halfway through the second movie I felt eyes on me and so turned to my side.  The boy next to me...was...LOGAN?! He quickly glanced away but I furrowed my eyebrows.  What in the world was he thinking?! I turned back to the movie screen and suddenly found myself losing concentration so I turned back to him and called to him softly under my breath.

"Logan?"

He turned towards me, his beautiful eyes glinting in the screen light. 

"Clara." He says, softly, as if my name is was something special.  I feel myself melting and I feel like going right to him and kissing the life out of him but I stop myself from doing so.

"What are you doing here?" I hiss, letting the anger and emotions flow out of me freely. 

"I got tickets." He says nonchalantly holding up some movie tickets.  I notice that they were all the movies that I was going to.  I give out a huff of pure tiredness and turn back to him.

"Why are you here?" I hiss again, this time with much more force in my words.

"I got tickets." He repeats, an innocent look in his eye.

Before I can respond a couple behind us shushes us loudly.  I turn to glare at him again and before I know what I'm doing I'm grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the theater.  He stumbles after me, a smile half forming on his face. 

"Why did you drag me out of here?" He asks, the smile fulling on his face now.  Dimples showing.

"Do you want to get in trouble?" I ask.

"Trouble? It's the movie theater, Clara, not the classroom." He remarks, chuckling lightly.  I notice that he's dressed in jeans and a sports shirt and looks...well...hot, dare I say it.  I can just see a whole movie playing out in my mind.  Cliched  ex couple gets back together because they can't stay apart anymore.  PUKE. 

"All the same." I say, crossing my arms and giving him another glare.

"I just said that I have some tickets." He repeats himself, waving the tickets around playfully.

"You knew that I was going to be here?" I question, curiously.
"Of course not." He says, albeit very sarcastically.

"I'm just going to go back inside, okay? and thank you for the gifts and everything, I appreciate it but I don't think that it will ever be the same again." I was lying, I knew that but it was to keep him and I from getting hurt again. I turned away and left him standing there in the parking lot, a wounded look in his eyes as I walked back to the theatre.

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