DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Twilight book series, or any of the recognizable characters. Stephenie Meyer does. But I own Logan.

A/N: I know that there is some confusion as far as Bella and Logan's relationship. This chapter will hopefully explain that they are just friends because both of them are dealing with some emotionally taxing stuff.

WARNING: there is a little bit of stuff in this chapter that may be considered graphic or alludes to something that might be considered graphic which may offend or bother some people. So here is your warning

Chapter 4

I woke up Friday morning to Logan sneaking out of my bedroom window. I grumbled, "See you at school." He softly laughed. "See you there."

It's strange that I've been here for only about a week, but Logan and I have become really good friends. I'm still very much in love with someone who doesn't even care about me. I thought he did. I still have a gaping hole in my chest where my heart is supposed to go, but for the first time since he left I am actually making an effort to live. I was ready to die, but now I'm actually doing okay. I'm glad that Logan has been such a good friend. I don't think that he realizes that he literally saved me; I only hope that I could do the same for him sometime. I know that he is dealing with something at home. I'm not sure what it is, but I only hope that it gets better. I'm glad that he can be himself around me and that he can take a break from all the pressure he gets everywhere else.

I slowly got up from my comfortable warm bed and noticed that Logan folded his blankets already. I smiled, thankful that we can be there for each other.

I got ready for school, took my time in the shower, and got dressed in a good fitting pair of jeans with a pair of tan flip-flops and a cute blue tee. I noticed that I'm actually starting to get a little bit of color in my cheeks, not too bad.

When I pulled into the parking lot I noticed Logan by his car surrounded by a group of people. I got out of my car laughing and shaking my head. Poor Logan. I could tell that it's torturing him. As I walked by he sent me a pleading look, I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders, being thankful that it wasn't me. I have still managed to stay out of the limelight even though my best friend is the most popular guy in school. He tried even harder with his pleas; I rolled my eyes and sighed.

After walking over the group of people standing around his car I said, "Um, Logan, we're supposed to be meeting with Mrs. Thomas about our English project, remember?" I tried to sound a little annoyed although I wasn't. I was just trying to give him an out.

"Oh, that's right. I completely forgot. Sorry guys, I've gotta go." He said as he snuck away from the group. When we were out of earshot he whispered, "Thanks, you're a life saver."

"Yeah, we'll just add it to the list." I smiled. He put his arm around me as we walked into the school. "You know that I get enough dirty looks from girls without you having your arm around me."

He gave me a confused look; I just rolled my eyes in response. We made our way to government; we sat in our usual seats in the back of the room. When the bell rang the class filled with excited chatter of students. The entire school is talking about the big game and dance tonight. The game is early so there will still be time for a dance after. The only thing that got me through class today was the fact that Logan and I were writing notes back and forth between each other.

After class Logan walked me to Math, like usual. "Still trying to avoid your fan club?" I asked outside my class.

"Yeah, you know me." He smiled. "Well see you at lunch."

"See ya."

Trigonometry is the worst kind of torture. Whoever thought of it should have to sit through classes like this for one hundred years straight and they still won't know the agony they caused. To my relief the bell rang and I was out of my seat so fast that I tripped and my textbooks and notebooks went everywhere.

I rushed into the hall and found Logan waiting for me against some lockers with a huge cheesy grin.

"What's with you today?"

"I was just thinking that you're going to go to homecoming with me."

"So that merited this cheesy grin of yours?" He nodded. "Well, I'm warning you that I will not be much fun."

"That's okay, at least I won't have to be 'on' and we will have fun even if you're a walking accident waiting to happen." He smiled again. I hit him in the shoulder.

"Hey be gentle on the goods." He joked, "I need to be in good working order for the game this afternoon."

"Oh, please." I said sarcastically. "I'm hungry, let's get to lunch."

At lunch the student body was more excited than usual. Logan was getting more unwanted attention as a consequence. I just took out a book and started reading while Logan was talking.

I'm not sure why but Logan has been the only person other than Sophie to even talk to me. Although I'm pretty sure lots of people have been talking about me. While I peacefully enjoyed my lunch trying to stay out of the way of Logan's adoring fans someone came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up to see Sophie smiling at me.

"Can I sit here?" she asked motioning to the empty chair next to me.

"Yeah, sure." I was confused as to why she was here and why she was talking to me. "Uh, don't you normally have second lunch?"

"Yeah, I just thought I'd stop by to see how the famous couple was doing."

I'm sure the look on my face was funny because she laughed. "Whom are you talking about?" I asked cautiously and what does that have to with me I wondered.

This merited another laugh. "You're so funny. Everyone's talking about it."

"Well, I'm a little clueless, besides you the only other person that talks to me is Logan." Oh, I just got what she was talking about. "You mean…?" I trailed off pointing between Logan and me.

She smiled, "who else would I be talking about?"

"I don't know. It could be anybody for all I know." I shrugged.

She laughed. "So I take it things aren't going that well for you since your first day."

"Things are fine. It's only been a week."

"It doesn't bother you that you don't have any friends other than Logan?"

"Not particularly."

"Man, that's kinda weird."

"But not as weird as a girl on the boys football team."

She smiled and nodded. "True, very true."

"I actually prefer it this way. I like reading and besides after graduation how many of these people am I actually going to see again?" I asked her.

"You have a good point there." She said thoughtfully.

"Well I better go check on our boy, make sure he's ready for the game tonight." She said as she was getting up.

"I think practically the entire student body has beaten you to it." I joked as we looked over to see Logan surrounded by people excitingly talking about the game.

I shook my head and laughed, "See you later, and good luck today." I told her as I started reading my book again. The day went by quickly. Thank goodness in P.E. the coach was just as excited about the game as the rest of the students and wanted the players to be well rested for this afternoon so we didn't even dress out and he let us out early.

Logan walked me to my car, "Good luck this afternoon." I told him.

"Thanks, you'll be there right?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll be there."

"Okay, look for me. I'm number 8."

"You'll be the one throwing the ball right?" I asked sarcastically.

He laughed. "See you in just a little while?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

On my way home I realized that I didn't have anything to wear. What am I supposed to wear anyway? I wondered as I pulled into my driveway.

I quickly ran to my room to find something to wear to the game. I should probably pick something out for the dance too. I chose a pair of nice fitting jeans with a cute design on the butt pockets along with a white fitted tee and a thin blue zip up hoodie to wear to the game. For the dance I chose a pretty yet simple knee length black dress that Alice got for me back when we were still friends and a pair of black ballerina slippers to match. I decided to wear my hair in a loose pony for the game so it would be easy to pull up into a loose bun for the dance. My make-up was simple, so that it could easily transition between the game and the dance. I don't think I have ever spent this much time thinking about what I was going to wear.

The stadium is really starting to get crowded; luckily I got there early enough to get a good seat. I brought my book so that I would have something to do when I was while I was waiting for the game to start.

Just before the game started a group of noisy girls came to sit by me. I just kept reading my book until one of them spoke to me.

"You're Logan's girlfriend, right?" I looked up and noticed that the group of girls was from the 'popular' crowd that Logan was trying to avoid earlier this week.

"Uh, we're just friends." I replied, not knowing what to say.

They just giggled. I really hope they don't intend on staying here for the entire game.

"Oh, we all thought…" She trailed off and they all looked at each other. "Well, we thought that you two were going out, you know, with how much time you two spend together."

"Well, we're just friends." I stated honestly.

"You are so lucky, he is so hot. I wish I could hang out with him like you do." Another girl told me. Yeah, I wonder what she would think if she ever saw Ed- him.

I didn't know how to reply I just smiled.

"Oh, my name is Samantha, but you can call me Sam. This is Alexis, Molly, and Breanne she goes by Bre; she said gesturing to each of the girls. I don't think we've ever officially met." She said smiling so much I though her face would freeze like that.

"Um, I'm Bella." I said.

"You just moved here right?" Sam said.

"Yeah, from Washington."

"Wow, that is a long move. So what are the guys like in Washington?" I could tell that Sam and probably the rest of them have a one track mind, boys.

"They're okay." I said thinking about him and wondered what their reaction would be if they ever met him.

"Did you date much?" Molly asked.

"I had a boyfriend, but we broke up a few months before I moved here." I said flatly.

"It was a pretty tough breakup huh?" Sam said.

I just nodded trying to hold back the tears. It was more of tearing out my heart and leaving me to suffer rather than an actual break up, but I wasn't going to tell them anything about it.

"So do you think that Logan would dance with me tonight?" Sam asked.

I shrugged, "I don't know, you'll have to ask him."

"But you live next door to him you're practically the only person he talks to anymore."

What was she saying? It's only been a week it's not like he's completely shunned everyone. Well, he has avoided them a little this week.

"Hey I thought you were going to the dance with him tonight." Alexis chimed in.

"Yeah, we are." I replied.

Bre interjected, "I thought you two weren't going out."

"We're not, we're just friends who are going to the dance together."

"You are so lucky to get to go to the dance with Logan. Practically every girl in school is so jealous." Molly said with a little bit of awe in her voice.

While they were talking, I didn't even notice that the game started.

"Hey is that Logan there, number eight?" I asked pointing to a player on the field.

"Yeah. Everyone knows that Logan is number eight." Sam said with an annoyance in her voice. I definitely did not want to be on her bad side, she seems like she could make my life really suck.

"Oh, I was just wondering, he told me to look for him during the game."

"What are you doing going to the dance with him if you two are just friends?" Sam asked, clearly irritated.

"Well, he asked me and I said that I would go with him as long as he didn't make me dance."

"Oh." Sam said, her tone brightened, "So you mean he's going to be free to dance with whoever?"

"Yeah, pretty much, but I don't think he dances." I told her, feeling bad for saying that he was going to be free to dance. I knew he doesn't like to dance.

"Well, he will when I ask him." Sam said with confidence.

I didn't reply. The girls just talked about different guys throughout the entire game. I found out that some of the other guys on the team who are in their same clique. There is Brandon, who is a halfback, whatever that is, he is the one who is supposedly Logan's best friend and he is throwing an after party at his house tonight. There is also Dillon, Nate, and Cody who are all on the team and who are all very eligible. However Molly is hoping to hook up with Cody tonight.

I tried to pay attention to the game, but the rambling noise next to me was making it hard to concentrate. Finally, after the game the girls all waved and said that they would see Logan and me at the dance. I could easily tell that they were much more interested in seeing Logan than me, which didn't bother me at all.

I slowly made my way through the crowd and into the parking lot to my car. Logan wanted me to wait for him, which wasn't a problem because the parking lot was full.

I just sat in my car and read my book while I waited for him. Soon the parking lot was cleared and I was tempted to just meet him at home when I noticed that some of the players were starting to pile out into the parking lot.

Logan smiled and waved when he noticed that I was still waiting for him.

"You waited!" He said when he reached my car, "So how did you like the game?"

"It was interesting." I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I will tell you all about it, let's get home, you smell really bad." I said crinkling my nose.

He laughed, "okay, I will see you in about an hour?"

"Alright, oh good game by the way." I said smiling.

He smiled and waved as he walked to his car.

An hour later I was dressed ready to go and he was knocking on my window. He was extremely good looking. I had never noticed it before. He was wearing a pair of really nice fitting jeans with an especially hot button up cream shirt with the first couple buttons undone. His entire ensemble showed off his muscles. My breath caught in my throat for a second, but with as attractive as Logan is, he still doesn't compare to him.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"As ready as I will ever be."

He laughed, "I will come to your front door."

"Ok, see ya in a minute."

When he came to the front door Renee was there with her camera taking tons of pictures. Smiling saying how this was my first dance. I had to remind her that I did go to prom last year. She just said that this was my first dance with her around. Whatever. Finally after ten agonizing minutes of a flash going off in our faces, Logan and I were off to the dance.

"I'm glad that they have food here." Logan said while rubbing his stomach as we found a seat in the corner. "I didn't get a chance to eat before I picked up."

"We could've stopped somewhere first." I said.

"What and miss all of this." He said sarcastically pointing to all of the streamers and balloons hanging around the gym.

We were eating our food when he asked me, "So what did you think of the game? You said you would tell me later, well it's later." He smiled.

"Well, you won." I smiled back at him. "It was interesting."

"You said that already. What made it so interesting?" He prodded.

"Well, I ended up sitting next to Sam, Alexis, Molly and Bre."

"Oh, no. I'm so sorry." He said apologetically.

"It was fine, I had a hard time keeping up with the game because they kept talking."

"Let me guess, they talked about shopping and clothes the entire time."

"Not the entire time." I smiled, "they talked about boys mostly."

"Oh brother, I'm sorry."

"Hey I'm not the one who should be worried." I said with a mischief smile.

He looked warily at me, which made me laugh. Luckily I had just swallowed the water that was in my otherwise he would've been sprayed.

"Sam said that she is going to make you dance with her tonight." I said smiling.

He had a look of terror on his face then put his head in his hands.

"It's not that bad. A song lasts what three minutes. You'll be fine you big baby."

"Hey. If I have to dance so do you." He said confidently.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

He just smiled and nodded his head to the right. I looked over and saw Sam and Brandon walking our direction.

Now I was the one with the terrified look on my face making him laugh.

"Don't worry about it, a song is what? Only like three minutes." He jokingly mocked my words.

"Hey guys." Sam said.

"'Sup?" Brandon said.

"Hey." Logan and I said at the same time.

"That was an awesome game!" Brandon said. "We totally kicked their trash."

"Yeah we did." Logan said giving Brandon a high five.

Just then a slow song came on. Sam elbowed Brandon.

"Oh yeah, right." He whispered. "Bella, do you want to dance with me?" Brandon asked.

I gave Logan a look; he put his hands up defensively as I shot him a dirty look. "Uh sure." I replied.

When I stood up I noticed Brandon's eyes scanning my body and smiling. He took my hand and led me to the dance floor.

"If I step on your foot or something I'm sorry." I warned him in advance.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, I'm sure I'll be okay." He smiled.

Did this guy really think he was smooth? I sure hope not. I guess I can see why girls think he's hot, but I don't think so. I guess after being with someone who is so perfect looking that it is hard to compare. Brandon has dirty blonde hair, he's about 6'1", and has well defined muscles. Whatever, he's still stupid.

I looked up and noticed that Logan had gotten sucked in as well. He looked like he was having as much fun as I was.

"So, you're the girl who moved in next door to Logan."

You're quick, I thought. "Yeah, last week."

"You know all of the guys have been talking about you."

Does he really think I care? "That's nice."

"No, I mean, you are the 'it' girl. Practically every guy in school wants to hook up with you."

I wonder if he is including himself in that group? "That's nice." I really didn't know how to respond to that.

"So, I hear that you and Logan are just friends." He said suggestively.

"Yeah, we are. He's been really great."

"I bet he has." He said suggestively.

I rolled my eyes hoping he saw, "Oh please. Don't be stupid." I was starting to get annoyed.

"So, does that mean that you're on the market?" He asked. "I heard you broke up with your boyfriend before you moved out here and since you and Logan aren't going out…" He trailed off like he thought I knew where he was going with this.

I did know I just didn't want to talk about it. I just pretended like I didn't hear him.

"So, are you going to hit up the after party?" He asked, not easily deterred, kind of like Mike Newton.

"I think Logan said something about it."

"Good, I really want to show you my place." He said with a smile.

Don't you mean your parent's place? I thought. Does this actually work on girls? "That sounds nice." I said trying to hide the annoyance of being stuck in such a close proximity to him.

As the song ended he pulled me closer to his chest and hugged me then whispered, "I can't wait to see you later tonight. We'll have a lot of fun."

"Okay, thanks for the dance." I said as I struggled from his grasp.

On my way to find Logan I got stopped by a girl that I didn't know, "You are so lucky. You got to dance with Brandon."

I just smiled and thought, Yeah real lucky, the guy is a complete jerk off. Mike Newton had a better chance with me.

Logan and I caught up with each other and spent the rest of the night avoiding our admirers, laughing, and joking. Near the end he was crowned Homecoming King along with Sam who was crowned Homecoming Queen. I laughed and he just scowled. We did end up dancing the last dance together then we headed over to Brandon's for the after party.

"I'm just going t apologize a head of time." He said while we were driving to Brandon's.

"For what?"

"For dragging you here. I hate these things. I would be happy if I never had to go to another one ever again." He said honestly.

"Then why do you go?"

He sighed, "It's one of the things that is expected of me."

"That still doesn't mean anything. Just because people expect you to be there, doesn't mean you have to go."

"You're right. I think this will be the last one of these things that I ever go to. Just bare with me, and I'm sorry ahead of time for my jerk wad friends. They will probably be drinking."

I smiled. "It's fine as long as you don't drink."

"Yes mam." He said. "Don't worry, I stopped drinking a while ago. I hate what it does to people. It makes 'um go crazy and act irrationally."

I nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, alcohol can make people do that." So can love I thought.

We pulled up to a beautiful house. Its huge elegant exterior was nothing compared to the interior. The large entry way opened up to a huge staircase with a lovely chandelier hanging delicately above. All of the other elegant fixtures were covered up by hordes of drunken teenagers.

I wonder if Brandon's parents know that he is using their beautiful house like this.

"Brandon always throws big parties like this. His parents go to Europe, New York, and places like that all the time." Logan said to me speaking over the loud music.

"And they leave him alone?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I think that is why he is the way he is."

"Because he pretty much raised himself with no one to ever tell him no or give him boundaries?"

Logan nodded, "Pretty much."

Wow. This guy is pretty screwed up, that explains why he's such an overbearing jerk. No one ever tells him no, not his parents, his friends, or even girls.

Logan and I tried to find a quiet place to hang out; we finally found a side porch that was unoccupied. It didn't take long for a sloshed Sam and an extremely drunk Brandon to find us.

What is it with these two? Are they 'ruin peoples night' buddies?

Sam was able to pull Logan into the house to go say hi to somebody while Brandon wanted to take me on a tour of his house. I didn't really want to go, but I was interested in seeing his house. It wasn't as nice as the Cullen's place in Forks, but still, really nice.

"This's the library…and this'sthe bafroom." Brandon was a very sloppy drunk. I wonder how much he has had to drink tonight. He couldn't even talk in coherent sentences. "Aanndd this's the guest bdrooom. It has a pretty wall stuff."

He pulled me into the bedroom that had a large bed and two dressers and an entertainment system. I could tell that it is a guest room because of the way that it's kept, with nothing personal anywhere. All of a sudden Brandon pushed me onto the bed.

"You are really beaftuiful. I mean hot. I wanto do you so bad." He was being really forceful.

"Ouch you're hurting me." I yelled. He had a tight hold of my wrists above my head with one hand. He was pulling my up the skirt of my dress with the other. "GET OFF! NO! STOP!" I yelled.

The party was so loud I'm not sure if anyone was going to hear me. I shouldn't have come. I should have just stayed down stairs.

"Oh come on baby, you know you want me." His speech cleared. Was he faking it before?

"NO! GET OFF!" I was struggling to get free, but the more I struggled the more he pushed.

"No one tells me no. Any girl would be lucky to have me. You were sending me all kinds of signals, so don't tell me you don't want it." His free hand was making it's way up my leg.

I tried to kick and move to get away. "PLEASE STOP! GET OFF! I SAID NO!" I was screaming. Tears of anger, frustration, and fear started streaming down my face.

His hand was wondering to my panty line, but as he was about to go further I heard someone burst into the room. They pulled Brandon off of me.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" It was Logan, my savior.

"Was just getting a little sumpt'n sumpt'n. You are not tapping that, someone should be." Brandon said like there was nothing wrong with what he was just trying to do to me.

Logan was so mad. I've never seen him so angry, granted I haven't known him for that long, but still. Logan punched Brandon right in the face so hard that Brandon fell back onto the floor.

"What the deal?" Brandon asked holding his face as he got up.

"Don't you ever even think about going near her again or I swear you will regret it!" Logan said threateningly. Then came over to me, gently helping me up. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He sounded slightly panicked.

"He tried, but you came in just in time." I said with a shaky voice and tears streaming down my face.

Logan put his arm around me; guiding me down stares past the crowd of people that had gathered around the room we were just in. People were staring and whispering tears streamed down my face.

Logan brought me straight to his car and set me tenderly into the passenger seat. He drove away quickly; I could tell that he was mad. I couldn't help myself I started bawling. Everything that I had been feeling all of the loneliness from the hole that had been torn through me and the feeling of helplessness that came along with almost being raped came pouring out.

Logan compassionately put his hand on mine. "Don't worry, you're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you." He said softly. "I'm going to take you home now."

I shook my head. I wasn't ready to go home yet. "Do you want me to take you to our spot on the beach?" All I could do was nod.

We drove silently to the beach, when we arrived Logan pulled out the blanket from his trunk and then helped me out of the car. We walked down to our spot and he laid out the blanket for us to sit on. I was still crying he held me in a comforting embrace there on the beach until I fell asleep.

A/N: Okay, I don't know how to spell the slang for "a little something something." If you know, let me know if I spelled it right or not. Thanks.