Chapter 2
Alli had her purse on her shoulder as she walked down the street to UCLA. She felt like one of the few people that was in LA for schooling instead of a dream to act or sing.
She walked down the same street that she always has. She stopped at the Chick-fil-a that she always passes. The Chick-fil-a that her and Logan always went to. She didn't walk in, she stood near the gate. Logan always took her here because it was all outside and they loved to sit at the table and feed each other fries.
Alli smiled a little and the memory. Then she saw Logan walk up to the ordering counter, holding hands with some girl with wavy brown hair. He started to order and she leaned up and kissed his neck. They got their food and sat down. The girl started feeding him fries, just like they always did. Alli's anger was rising. She turned and kept walking to school.
They look like a pair of clowns! They don't match at all! And he's taking her to the restaurant we always went to. Come on! Alli sighed. I kinda thought he would be crying or all upset about me breaking up with him. And I kinda feel like shit looking at him flying. Then a smile came to her face. Logan Mitchell, two can play at that game.
Alli smirked. He was defiantly coming back to her. I want you back.