Chapter 160

**Megan**

Sandra had gotten me a selection of clothes as she didn't know what I'd fully want. I settled on a red ditsy dress that has tie straps at the shoulders. I team it with a denim jacket and my white converse. She had told me that Logan knew I'd stayed at Tyler's which was just perfect. I think before he speculated everything so he couldn't say if I were lying or telling the truth as I'd not slept at Tyler's before and Tyler hadn't slept over at mine. So for him, it was all assumptions.

"I can't believe you slept with him," Melanie whispers to me as I take my books out of my locker. "Did you use a condom because I'm pretty sure he's slept with Courtney several times?"

"Neither can I, to be honest, I don't remember it fully but that bit I do remember"

"So you might not have?" she asks.

"No, I did, it felt like I had this morning," I say, and she sighs and gives me that disappointed look.

"You know he's going to tell everyone,"

"You know he thinks I'm sleeping with your brother," I say changing the subject.

"So does Logan, my brother seems to be getting action he doesn't know about," she says with a laugh.

"Logan is jealous, Tyler thinks it because of the marks on my neck from Logan, I think he thought they were from your brother,"

"Why?" she asks. "I mean, why my brother?"

"I don't know," I don't want to tell her that Bredon and I had hooked up while I was going out with Tyler. I don't think she'd take it very well, plus I don't think Tyler knows about that. I believe Tyler has come to that conclusion because of how Brendon is around me and the fact he went to England with us.

"Is Logan still pounding anything with a vagina?" she asks.

"Yep," I say "from what I've seen anyway, it's like a revolving door,"

"He's only doing it to hurt you," she says, and I give her a small smile.

"I know," I say, and walk into homeroom to see Logan sat at the desk. I frown as he's not my homeroom teacher. He doesn't even have a homeroom class. He looks at me, and I watch as his eyes trail down my body before looking away from me.

"Totally checking you out," Melanie whispers to me as we take our seats.

"I'm sure he's just rating my outfit," I state as she turns to look at me.

"Yeah, ok," she says with a roll of her eyes. I smile at her.

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Logan watches me as I pack my things into my bag. I hadn't skipped any of his classes since we broke up, I just made sure I was on time and left with everyone else. This time around, he'd asked to speak to me in front of everyone so I couldn't make a run for it once the bell had gone for the first period.

"Where did you stay over the weekend?" he asks. I look at him and put my bag on my shoulder.

"You know where I stayed," I say as I walk up to him. I stop about a meter away from him.

"Are you and him together?" he asks.

"No," I say, and lean against one of the desks and fold my arms. I have been trying my best to keep distance between us, to try and stamp down the feelings I have for him, but every time I see him, it rears its ugly head.

Butterflies congregate in my stomach, my heart beats slightly faster, and my body betrays me. My mind is just to blame when all I think about when I'm in his presence is how he makes me feel both physically and emotionally. Like right now, all I want is to have him hold me, and I have to remind myself of the pain to come if I allow myself to give in.

"So you're just fucking?" he asks, and I see the anger in his eyes. I sigh and look at the door.

"Did you ask to talk to me just for this or was it school-related?" I ask, and then look back at him as he remains silent. "Well I'll leave then," I say making my way to the door.

"So how many others are you laying down for," I sigh and turn to him.

"You're sleeping with anything with a pulse, so what does it matter who I sleep with? We're not together anymore, so my life doesn't concern you," I snap, "I'm not insulting you, so what makes it ok for you to do that to me?" I ask.

"You're not going to see the people I've slept with every fucking day, you're not even going to hear about it, I am," he snaps and walks towards me.

"That is not my problem; I don't sit there afterwards and tell them to talk about me in front of you, I can't control when or where they talk about me," I state.

"So there is more than one," he tries to clarify, I knew that is what he would focus on. I sigh and look down. He stands in front of me, and it's only then I realise he's in touching distance. I take a few steps back until I'm against the door.

"I'm not saying," he cuts me off.

"Did you enjoy it? What marks do you give us all? Is it out of ten, or is it a 1st place, 2nd place kind of ranking?" He mocks me and steps towards me and places his hands on the door trapping me between the door and him.

"Logan," I say, and look up at him and I know I'm close to crying. His blue eyes glare at me with such anger I never thought he'd ever look at me like this.

"It has to be that hasn't it, you never gave me a real reason for breaking up with me, so I'm gonna guess I come last or something, I bet you were fucking them and comparing me to them while we were together," he accuses and anger flares in me. How dare he accuse me of cheating on him. "That's why you were good, practising with them, you should think about charging them," and I can't help it, I slap him as hard as I can across the face as my anger boils up.

"You can accuse me of sleeping with anyone you want, but I won't let you accuse me of cheating on you because that is an outright lie, I never cheated on you, I gave you and only you, my body. I slept with Tyler for the first fucking time last night, and I regretted it as soon as I woke up this morning, and as for Brendon, he's just had surgery, even I know you're not that stupid to think that. You and Tyler, that is it. So don't you dare say I cheated on you because it is just not true," I growl at him, and I can feel the tears go down my cheeks. I wipe my tears away and then turn. "Let me out," I order as I try to calm my emotions.

"Just Tyler," he says quietly. I say nothing and move my hand to the handle.

"Let me out," I repeat, then I feel his hand on my arm. He turns me around and looks at me.

"You broke up with me, yet you're the one that keeps crying," he says.

"Yeah well, I'm an emotional mess I thought we established that," I say wiping my cheeks again. He then pulls me to him and presses his lips to mine. My body defies me, and I kiss him back, pulling him into me.

"You're my emotional mess," he says, pulling away and kissing down my neck as he lifts my feet off the ground. I hold my legs up onto his hips and feel him press his body to mine. His hand moves up my thigh to my panties.

I need to stop this before we go any further, yet my body has other ideas as my hands move down to his trousers, and I feel just how hard he is. He kisses back up my neck and nibbles my bottom lip before taking my mouth with his.

Moaning I kiss him back as my defences and the fight leaves me. His fingers massage my sex through my panties, and I can't help my reaction. He looks at me, and I want him.

Then the bell goes, indicating I'm late for my first lesson and also reminding me where we are.

"Stop," I say, pulling away from him and pushing him away from me. He looks at me, and I let go of him, dropping my legs back down and smoothing my dress back into place. I should probably stop wearing dresses although I doubt what I'm wearing would make any difference. "This can't happen,"

"Why not?" he asks. "You want me just as much as I want you,"

"No, I don't," I snap and push him even further from me. "We are over, and we are staying that way,"

A knock sounds at the door, and I step forward and open the door to see Carl. He looks at me and frowns.

"Are you ok?" he asks. I glare at Logan.

"Do not touch me ever again, don't even look at me, I don't want you," I say with finality. If only I believed my own words. I walk out of the room, pushing Carl out of my way.

I need to make sure he doesn't want me, and the only way to do that is to show him just how finished we are.