Chapter Three

I push my apartment door open. My feet hurt, and I am so relieved to be home. Moving towards the kitchen, I grab a cranberry juice from the refrigerator and sit at the kitchen table. 

I text Logan. Are you still coming over?

I grab a piece of my hair twisting it around my finger. I bet Logan was upset that I drilled him about college yesterday. I'll back off today and just have fun and enjoy my time with him. I hear my phone beep. Yup, picking up burgers and fries Logan's message read. 

Yum, sounds good I text back. 

Opening my backpack, I pull out my notes from algebra class earlier. Looking over all the information, I hope it sticks in my brain. 

In what seems like no time, I hear a knock on the door. "Come in," I yell.

My mouth waters, smelling the burgers. I grin seeing Logan. I miss him so much over the time we were apart. Getting up from my chair, I rush to hug him. My nose gets a big sniff of cologne as my face hits his shirt. 

"Testing out a new cologne?" I laugh. 

"Yeah trying to cover up gym sweat, was it a little strong?" He asks. 

"Maybe a little," I chuckle. 

"But nothing can beat the smell of these,'' he says, rubbing a fast food bag in my face.

Moments later we sat on the couch, eating and watching a movie. It was about a love triangle between a werewolf and vampire and a girl. 

"I would never want to be caught in a love triangle ."

Logan laughs. " You're mine forever, you don't have to worry about that." He grins. 

I smile. " I know."

I hear Logan's phone beep. He quickly texts back. I don't want to ask who that was. That would be too intruding. 

Soon the movie was over. "Part two?" I look at his face hoping he was still in a jolly mood.

"Sure why not?" He responds. 

"Would you rather watch football?"

"Tills, you know I've given that up," he says. 

I nod. I wish he would get past this. 

Logan just missed a football scholarship to the university of his dreams, so they decided to go with the secondary quarterback instead. I guess he had hidden talent but, many people say it's because Logan was overrated and the coach's favorite. I know that ain't true. I hate to see him give up on his dream. 

I lay on Logan's chest as he rubs my back. I like listening to the thump of his heart. We struggle as we watch the movie. He kisses my neck. 

"You know how much I love you?" He asks.

I look up at him. "As much as I love you."

"Maybe even more ", he says, kissing me on the forehead.

Hours later, I wake up to Logan laying me gently on the couch as he gets up from underneath me. 

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I have some things I need to do," he tells me, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I don't have class tomorrow."

"I know baby, We can do something fun in the afternoon," he tells me. 

"Okay," I take a deep breath, feeling disappointed.