A/N: I am so sorry for the extremely slow update, but I have been so low on inspiration lately. Hopefully this chapter will bring my imagination back and have me updating more frequently in both this story, and my other two. Hope you like. Please review to make my imagination come back :))


It had been two days, in other words, it was time for Lydia to return to school after the extremely long weekend, and there was no way out of it. The worst part was how Logan hadn't answered her calls, nor her texts, but the fact that Jamie was home was probably even worse, in a good way. It made her feel bad, sad even. His influence actually made her care for things, in ways she normally never would. It made her explore the possibility that perhaps Logan was ignoring her because he was blaming her for this. After all, it was all her fault, and she surely did blame herself. Anyone with a brain would, but for some stupid reason, they didn't.

Nathan was tense, he barely spoke to her either, and she was sure he had been away telling both Clay and Logan off. It was all very different from how things used to be. Nathan hadn't been this angry with her before, she had always been his little princess, but perhaps he was realizing, just now, that his little princess wasn't so innocent anymore. Haley was quiet, but not in the angry, ignoring way, more in the thoughtful, even a bit frightened way. That woman had been through too much, and it was obvious she was scared because of Nathan. Not because of what he might or might not do, but because of how he isolated himself, because of how he had the ability to turn into a completely different person in a matter of seconds.

Jamie was the glue keeping the family together, not as one, but keeping every part of it together. He was the one to comfort Lydia, telling her it wasn't her fault, yet understand her as she truthfully told him it was. He was the one cheering Haley up, occasionally, trying to understand her opinion in the entire situation, as well as convincing her there was no way Nathan was staying like this for more than a week. He even yelled at Nathan, a lot, but it seemed to work. Lucas had done it before, and it seemed as if in times like these, Nathan needed someone telling him what really mattered, and that he was taking things too far. The fact that it was Jamie telling him off probably made things easier, since his son had always been the golden boy, and Nathan would trust him with anything. Anyone would.

It was amazing how one person could possibly love so many people, and have them all trusting him, opening up to him. In those matters, he was the complete opposite of his sister - the non-caring, selfish bitch. The description wasn't completely right, she did care about things, about people, she was just bad at showing it, bad at feeling things too deeply. There was only one exception of that, which was how deeply she had loved Logan for years, and she sure as hell hoped this wouldn't be the end of their very short time together. Stupid paparazzi.

Arriving at school, Lydia realized things were different already. Not that people staring at her was a very unusual thing, but it was the way they looked at her, how she wasn't the girl people wanted to be friends with anymore, at least not the girl other girls wanted to be friends with. She didn't take anything personally, though, she didn't even think of it. Lydia Bob Scott was good at ignoring things, people and their stupid comments, and that behavior was for her own good. Davis, however, didn't ever seem to care about anything, he was worse than her in that matter.

Showing up at the school-yard, he put his arms over her shoulders, letting everybody know that she sure as hell wasn't a different person than she had been last Friday Yet again, something which wasn't very unusual, but felt very different. The tall boy's arm around her, wasn't simply there in a playful, friendly way. He was showing her that he was there for her, in his own, quiet way. Davis would actually never say those words, it wasn't like him, and he definitely wasn't ready for that, even though they had been friends forever. "So.. The coach, huh?" he said mockingly, in an obvious attempt to get her to smile. It was his way of caring, and she was glad he did so.


After looking for Logan for what felt like a very long time, Lydia realized he wasn't there, for the first time in months he wasn't at school. He wasn't in his office, he wasn't in the gym, he wasn't at the school-yard and he certainly wasn't in the cafeteria. It worried her, made her wonder what possibly could've happend to keep him away. Had he lost his job? Was he out of town? She needed to know, and she wasn't ready to wait for that answer. As if things could get any worse, Lydia left school, walked into town to face him for the first time since that amazing date at the Bobcats-game, which she couldn't have imagined would turn into such bad a thing.

It had actually been an amazing night, the both of them acting like normal people, yet Lydia dreaming herself away to the day when she could be a Charlotte Bobcat. They had eaten dinner at a nice restaurant, and for once, Lydia had felt almost like she was an adult, like he didn't look at her thinking she was way too young. They had stayed in a hotel-room, having pillow-fights and talking memories, making sure that the both of them were well aware of how much the other one loved them. It was all perfect, before they had to realize that they weren't normal people, and they could probably never be.

The man who opened the door was worn, with bags under his eyes, and ruffled hair which supposedly hadn't been washed since before that date in Charlotte. However, he didn't look like that just because of the obvious lack of sleep, but he also had a horrid black-eye which pretty much cover his right half of the face. "Oh my god," the girl exclaimed, quietly, carefully as she reached out to the man, who simply took a step back, avoiding to look at her. "Did my dad do this?" she continued, closing the door behind her, once again ignoring how he was acting, ignoring that he was actually trying to avoid her. "No that's.. well, yeah. But I don't blame him. You should go, Lydia," he said, determined, trying to keep himself controlled, and it seemed as if he was lacking feelings completely at the moment.

"But.. Logan, why aren't you at school? Did.. did you lose your job? Talk to me!" She was getting desperate, and Lydia wasn't one to get desperate, ever, but as he had been ignoring her over the phone, and was now trying to get her to leave, she couldn't help it. Saying that he was all she had would be a lie, but she wouldn't let him to this to her, nor himself. He couldn't do this to the two of them. Even in this deep denial, she was sure that he knew, as well as her, that they were meant to be together, no matter the circumstances. She needed him to care, like he always did, she needed for him to feel things, in his vivid way of doing so, no matter what those feelings were. Him yelling at her would be better than this, anything would.

"I did, but it doesn't really matter. It's not like I needed a job." He was still contained, in a way, looking at her with empty eyes. She wondered what Clay and Quinnie had said. She hoped they weren't angry with him, he didn't need everyone to be angry with him. He didn't deserve it. In fact, she did, and she wished someone would yell at her, punch her in the face, or even expel her. "I'm sorry that happened, Wolverine. But I'm not leaving. There's no chance you're getting rid off me this easy, so get used to it!" Just like that, the very determined, somewhat bossy Lydia Bob Scott was back, sitting on his couch with her arms crossed over her chest, looking as cranky as she had at five, when she wasn't taking no for an answer, as to getting a puppy.