A/N: Warning mature theme! This chapter shows another side to Logan. Hope you like it.

Four

"What's the matter with him?"

"No idea."

"His daddy probably took away his allowance again.'

"Ha! Most likely"

Logan could hear his friends talking about him, just like he could see the worry on Quinn's face and the strange looking plant that sat behind her. He could even smell PCA's various lunch items as students chose what they wanted to eat.

But he didn't care.

It seemed as if everything was out of focus, like a poorly produced movie. A movie which he was in but didn't want to be.

Logan stared down at his glass full of water and gulped. He hated water, didn't want anything to do with the wicked element. He clenched the glass tightly in his fist, refusing to flinch when it cracked and broken shards pierced his skin. As red-hot liquid dribbled onto the table he heard the girls screech in fright.

Quinn's eyes widened.

"Logan! What the hell are you doing?"

Logan jumped as Quinn's voice brought him back to reality.

His eyes widened as well once he noticed what he had done. He grabbed a couple of napkins out of the hands which were offering them. A crowd gathered around him and he had to remind himself to breathe.

Quinn shoved everyone out of her way and grabbed Logan's hand in order to yank him out of his seat.

Words of anger never ceased to flow out of her mouth as the two teens made their way over to the nurses office. Everything happened so fast, too fast. The next thing he knew he was walking with Quinn back towards his dorm with a bandage over his hand.

Logan lazily smiled down at her, she really was the best. The fog around his mind cleared just enough for him to realize that she was the only one who was offering to take care of him during his time of need.

I should buy her a car.

Quinn rolled her eyes and pushed Logan into the bush which they usually hid in for make-out sessions. She was going to get some answers whether he wanted to give them or not.

"Logan, what's going on?"

When she was met with a blank stare, Quinn grabbed his cheeks and stared him down.

"Logan!"

He flinched and glared at her. She smirked knowing she had finally gotten his attention.

"Hey, talk to me. Please? Don't shut me out."

And just like that, all of Logan's emotions came rushing up to the surface. All of his anger, all of his sadness...He had needed an escape and now here it was. His feelings were departing in the form of tears.

Logan shoved away Quinn's hands and pulled her in for a tight hug. No words escaped him, just a series of broken sobs. He wanted to tell her what was wrong, he just didn't know how.

How does one even begin to talk about something like this?

Quinn rubbed his back and gently rocked him back and forth. When his sobs grew louder, she shushed him. She told him everything was gonna be okay, and as cliché as it sounded, that was exactly what he needed to hear.

Logan hadn't cried like this in years. Now that he had started, he didn't know if he'd be able to stop.

He didn't know how long he had been crying, but as soon as the emotional wave retreated, he hiccupped and wiped away his tears. At least he felt somewhat relieved. Sure, he felt an ache deep in his chest, but at least his shoulders were no longer tense. Then it dawned on him.

Had he really just cried in front of someone? God, how embarrassing.

His cheeks stained pink and he looked down at his bandaged hand. What the hell was happening to him? First he cried, now he was blushing?

What am I? A chick? Jesus Christ, Logan! Get a grip.

He straightened his posture and met Quinn's gaze.

"Quinn, can I trust you?"

She nodded encouragingly and grabbed his hand.

He took a deep breath in order to steady himself. This was some pretty heavy stuff, not at all like the idiotic teen drama everyone on this campus was used to. Still, it needed to be said.

"My sister's dead Quinn. She went missing on our..." Logan paused so he could swallow back more tears "On our eleventh birthday. She was just recently found in a river close to my old house."

Quinn's jaw dropped.

Woah.

Quinn didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do. All she knew was that right now, Logan needed to know that he wasn't alone. He needed to know that she was here for him.

She pulled him in for another hug.

"I am so...so sorry Logan. I had no idea. Wait-"

Quinn paused and pushed him back slightly so she could look at him properly.

"What do you mean 'our' eleventh birthday? Do you mean you two were..."

Logan's eyes watered and he nodded sadly.

Fraternal twins

"I've been so lost without her. I had always hoped we would somehow find her, but now...now it's too late. I don't know what to do with myself. I don't know how to handle this. It's too much, everything is just too much."

"Maybe you should leave campus for a while."

"Why? So I can go home to an empty house? No thanks."

Quinn felt her own eyes water at Logan's pain. No wonder he was always so bitter, he never had anyone to look out for him.

Another tear escaped the corner of Logan's eye. She couldn't help herself as she kissed it away, capturing the tiny bead of moisture in between her lips.

She pulled away once she heard what sounded like a camera go off. Logan stiffened and turned his head in time to see a grinning Jeremiah Trottman holding a professional camera in his hands.

"Now this is a story."

A/N: Since this chapter was depressing do you want a cute/ happy one next or more drama? Let me know.

Thanks for reading.