Logan's pov:

My chest hurts...

I just stood and stared at myself in the mirror inside my locker, my hand at my chest as I just stared. It's really gone. My locket is gone. I kept this up until I felt 34's hand on my arm. Why was it so hot...?

"Logan. Head home, alright? I'll get your locket." She told me, patting my shoulder. I decided not to question her and I headed home.

34's pov:

I walked down the hall, still putting the finishing touches on my plan to ruin Derek's life. I had my head in the book until I heard a familiar sigh. It was Derek and I couldn't believe what I saw.

He was sitting in that cut in the hallway where couples went to make out and such. In his hand was Logan's locket wrapped in what looked to be silk. He was mumbling to himself and blushing, admiring Logsn's photo.

I felt a smirk tug at my lips as I took a picture of this fool fawning over Logan. He must've heard my camera go off because soon enough, the boy was towering over me. I put my hand up and held out my phone. "You lay a finger on me, and this photo will be brodcasted across the whole school." I spoke firmly, eyebrow raised.

He froze, glaring at me. "What the hell do you want, freak?" He spat, growling.

"Oh, there are a lot of things I want." I replied, smirking. "In all seriousness, though, I want the locket...and for you to leave Logan alone." I told him.

"I-!"

Before he could protest, I waved my phone back and forth. "Remember, Derek. I can destroy your reputation right here, right now."

"Fine. Let's negotiate."

Bingo.