Logan was fuming; I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. He led me to his car and opened the door for me to get in and I was going to when I saw Greg and Diana arguing in hushed tones.
“It wasn’t her fault,” I spoke up making them stop and turn to me, “I asked her to go with me; it was my idea.”
“The point,” Greg began, “Is not whose idea it was; it’s that you were both incredibly stupid and naïve.” He turned to Diana, “Get in the car.”
Diana shot me a sympathetic look before getting into the car and Greg shut the door after her without sparing me another look. I turned to Logan who was staring at me with cold eyes and I got into the car as well.
He didn’t utter one word during the drive and my shame and guilt wouldn’t let me try to breach the silence first. A part of me knew that if I had tried to speak, he wouldn’t have responded and I didn’t want to experience that.