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Anyways, here is the awaited Chapter 9 to SN. You all have been waiting for this moment… and I hope and pray that it does not disappoint.

Disclaimers: Twilight does not belong to me because I have proof. (See what I did there)


Chapter 9: Proof

Bella's POV

There was no disappoint.

No disappoint in the night at all. Any normal girl would be highly disappointed in the fact that they were rejected for a kiss but… me?

… I laughed.

So much.

It had to be because I was completely stoned out of my mind and indulged in the positivities of my high rather than the disappointment of Logan not kissing me as I leaned in for one.

I felt like I was traversing between what was reality and what was me being high. I didn't hear a word Logan was saying to me on the ride home. All I heard was the music playing.

With the radio off.

The thump of a kick and the pump of a bass. It was free, it was joy that I never thought I'd feel before. It was deep, it was soulful, it was techno, it was… disco.

In my head.

And Edward—the hallucination—watched me in utter stark, growling lowly to himself about my shame and whatnot.

I could have cared less. It was the least of my concerns at three in the morning. Nor was Logan or the way he looked at me with such… smoldering green eyes.

At that point in time, all I wanted was sleep.

I don't think I ever felt so exhausted in my life. You'd think I'd feel exasperated and tired after he left me that night and found out that he imprinted but I was restless and refused sleep.

However, after smoking my first joint with Logan and getting high for the first time ever, I wanted to sleep 100 years like Sleeping Beauty was supposed to—maybe then Logan would watch me in my sleep some more like he joked about doing.

The golden blonde explained to me that it was simply an after effect of me coming down from my high when I complained about the lack of sleep I got in the previous months prior to moving here and how I wanted to marry my bed.

So as I got home that night—Renèe said not a word, only smiling and winking as she raided the refrigerator for a late night snack—I collapsed on my bed and drifted off into one of the most peaceful sleeps I've had since… well, being born.

And I wanted to say it was more than my high-induced emotions of exhaustion.

I wanted to say it was because of him. Not the horrid hallucination of the one who claimed it would be as if I never existed, or my personal sun but because of my something new that came in the form of a cocky yet mysterious golden blonde graced with green eyes and a mouth so beautifully slick that I'd take the truth even if it hurt to hear it.

I felt like he was watching me. Somewhere. Somehow. Or maybe it was just the high. Or maybe it wasn't.

I didn't know.

I slept and woke up late.

So sleepy that I arrived at school after first period and probably missed most of the action because of what Logan and I did last night.

The bell for second period had just rang as I made my way down the hall to my locker in order to get my textbook for math.

I grinned at the many caution signs plastered around the hallway and custodians aimlessly scrubbing at the spray paintings that decorated lockers here and there. School security sat posted at every corner and the hallways were crowded with many students attempting to bypass the mess we created—greased door-knobs, a couple of glued doors, balloons littering the hallway, spray paintings on lockers and walls, and other random pranks we ended up doing last night.

I believe it was a mission accomplished.

I had yet to bump into Mr. Perky or his daughter and kind of couldn't contain my anxiousness at seeing how they reacted to all of this.

But most of all, I couldn't wait to see my partner in crime—Logan Briggs.

And it was if my hopes and prayers were answered.

"Hey girlie." I turn to my left at the usual greeting bellowed from that slightly husky yet rasped tone.

Logan leans casually against the locker, looking at me with those deep green eyes. He looked good in his signature leather jacket, ripped jeans and surprisingly, a grey sweatshirt instead of the usual t-shirt.

I smile under the intensity of his gaze and feel my cheeks flush.

"Hey." I wave back, biting my bottom lip once he stepped a closer—a little too close for my comfort.

He squinted his eyes at me as if he saw something on my reddened face that others couldn't. I held my breath as his sleek tongue slowly grazed over his lips almost in appreciation and those deep orbs bore into my flustered brown ones.

His pink lips curved into a lazy grin that had me almost gaping like a fish for air. Logan let a small laugh trill from the back of his throat. He cocked his head towards me.

"How're you feeling?"

How was I feeling?

The answer to that million dollar question was simply me feeling a wide series of emotions. Emotions I couldn't yet pinpoint or describe.

"I don't know." I shrug my shoulders and turn away from his green eyes and golden eyelashes and straight nose and sculpted lips. As I opened my locker and grabbed the textbook for math class, I find myself smirking and adding with a giggle, "Better than ever actually."

He chuckles again and lets out a heavy, contented sigh. "It was definitely the weed."

I snicker to myself, beginning to chew my bottom lip. "Was not." I mutter with a slight pout in my face. "I could be happy for other reasons beyond last night."

He raised a dark eyebrow, scoffing, "You really think so? Because I distinctly remember you being all like this," I watch half amused as he clears his throat and leans forward, attempting to make his voice sound like mine I guess which has me grinning and shaking my head, "Logan… I'm floating… you're someone I know and knew…"

I swat his arm, "My voice doesn't sound like that!" but regardless we both share a laugh. I pause though because I realize that I don't actually remember much of the conversation from last night. Other than what happened before I got high and what happened after my failed attempt at kissing him / getting home / sleep.

"I actually don't remember much from last night." I admit with a slight shrug like I wasn't concerned. But in reality, I was feigning my nervousness… because what if I did or said something stupid?

He casually waves me off and says, "It was your first time so your mind had to get used to the feeling—don't worry, the more you smoke the better your memory gets. It's like training a dog. The more tricks you teach it, the more it learns. Or something like that." He gestures to himself with a smug smirk—the same one I sometimes felt like smacking off his tan face, "But me, being a veteran and all, remember everything."

I should have laughed sarcastically at his assertion but I found myself clutching my textbook tight in my arms and gulping like there was something stuck in the back of my throat.

"Did I say anything… out of the ordinary?"

His smirk widened. "Oh, yeah. Definitely."

My body stills and cheeks blush deeply.

"Y-You're lying." I stammer out because there was a possibility of many things out of the ordinary that I could have told him.

Things like him.

Or his secret.

Or him.

And the other secret.

Their secrets.

I sincerely hope I wasn't too high to have revealed anything as deep as that and while I should have been very worried like I usually was, a part of me felt at ease. I felt… carefree. And I kind of didn't give a shit.

I turn my attention back to the golden blonde with a smirk. "And who says I was going do that again?"

My question made his cheeks turn a shade or two darker than his eyes. And made the green twinkle a bit under the natural hallway lighting.

He crossed his arms like a big, macho bad boy and shrugged his shoulders. "Me." I snort at that response before he adds with much emphasis in the depths of his tone, "And yourself. Plus Bella's bud—my new favorite medicine."

I find myself leaning forward. Almost in the same fashion of last night. And while my face is beet red and my eyes are trailed into his eyes, I feel sort of witty. Witty to know that I was comfortable enough to be and act like this around another guy after all that I had been through. Plus the fact that he named marijuana after me.

Logan gulped at how close my face was to his.

Was he—was he nervous?

I attempt to mimic the way his lips curve into that smackable smug smirk and chime in a low tone, "Well I won't."

And just like that, his bad boy demeanor shatters.

He breathes a heavy sigh before shifting the black beanie on his head around and grinning back appreciatively.

I think he realizes that I just teased him for like, the first time ever. And I was very smug about it.

He returns the favor tenfold though, stretching his arms above his head and bending back slightly which gives me a full view of those spectacle abs and his lean hips and thin line of hairs that trail below… down there.

"Bella," I hold back a mewl at the way my name rolls off his tongue. He leans forward just like me after his little "stretch" and retorts, "You will."

I playfully mush his face away from mine and roll my eyes. "Bet?"

"Bet."

We share yet another laugh, both posted against the row of lockers just looking at each other.

I could say that I was glad things changed like this. They were changing for the better actually. And minute by minute, the dull ache in my heart was replaced by the accelerating beat of my heart.

He opened his mouth to say something but instead of hearing the sound of his slow drawled voice, I heard that nasal tone laced with such vehemence.

"Logan, you better have had nothing to do with this."

We both faced the same direction—me narrowing my eyes at the sight of her pacing down the hallway with her heels clicking and clacking against the tiled floors and him huffing heavily to himself.

Her flaming blue eyes flickered back and forth between the both of us, never staying on me for more than a second. "Where were you last night?" She demanded more than questioned. "Because the school is vandalized which will cost daddy over 20,000 dollars to repair the damage, plus the news is all over this school's behind because of this and those other incidents that always, always point back to you, Logan."

Madison placed a hand on her hip, scowling as she waited for an answer that never came.

"So anyways," he began with a smirk plastered on his tan face, turning his attention me. "Last night you said some things…"

I could tell he was trying his hardest to ignore the seething dirty blonde standing just a feet or two away from us.

And I couldn't help but give a glance to her before stammering back to him, "Th-Things like what?"

His green eyes reflected mystification yet pure mischief as he licked his lips and looked down at his Doc Martens and my Jimmy Choos—which was another piece from my something new wardrobe that Renée was so gracious to spend unnecessary money on.

"Logan I am right here, in your face, talking to you." She seethed through gritted teeth, inching a bit closer to him and gesturing to herself.

But he continue to ignore her. And pretend she wasn't there. It was hard to believe that he went from her to me. Not that we were going anywhere… but that he chose to interact with me instead of listening to her.

He continued on with the conversation we were attempting to have and teased to me, "Things that I never heard or thought would come from your mouth."

I begin to chew my bottom lip, mumbling at him, "Like what?" and hug my book to my chest.

He snickered and was about to say something but Madison Perky's heavy breathing and graduated sneer silenced the both of us.

"Logan Briggs, you answer me this instant!" She yelled like a child throwing a tantrum. "Or else I tell what you know and I know that you did!"

Now at those words, I couldn't contain my wandering eyes that flickered back and forth between the two of them.

Logan went still. Still as in the only thing that moved was his Adam's apple when he swallowed. His hands clenched into fists and suddenly his eyes snapped shut and he was breathing heavily. I could feel the anger rolling off of him in waves—so much that it sent me shivers and had him slightly shaking.

I was suddenly scared. But not for myself because that same part of me that felt carefree, also felt safe. It was more like I was scared for Madison…

I do what I feel I must—trail gentle fingers over his cheek and cup his face. My breath hitches at how hot his cheek suddenly felt, like he had a fever but regardless, I roam my thumb over the side of his strong jaw, which catches his attention and makes his heavy breathing lull.

Logan's eyes break contact with Madison's and lock with mine. And in that instant, his anger dissipates which brings a small smile to the both of our faces.

And he's right back to being himself.

That cocky asshole.

He places his hand over my hand that still cupped his cheek. They looked so big over mine. So warm. And soft. It sent tingles down the length of my arm.

Logan smirks, "Let's just say a little birdie named Bella told me a very deep, dark secret—"

That nasal tone cuts in, "If you think that for a second I'm going to just sit here and—"

She's silenced at what just happened.

I'm shocked at what just happened.

While Madison Perky was busy going off once more after I managed to calm her ex and my partner in crime, he rolled his eyes at how she interrupted him and suddenly was standing directly in front of me.

His hand's grip on mine that rested on his cheek, tightened, bringing my full attention to him. Our eyes locked—green staring deeply into brown and brown gazing back into green before he did it.

His face shot forward, lips gently yet roughly kissing mine.

My eyes widened at the feel of his sculpted lips touching mine.

The action was so smooth yet so quick that a brief smacking sound ensued once we parted.

"What are you—Logan…" Madison murmured, her voice cracked just the slightest.

His hand left mine and landed right on my hips—his body leaned into me almost naturally. Like one of those jigsaw puzzle pieces that you find a match to—all I could do was stare at him. I felt frozen under his intense gaze and smirk etched on his face.

He licked his lips briefly before repeating the action that took my breath away and had my eyes slowly fluttering shut.

His lips gently pecked me in a series over and over before roughly yet passionately smashing back against mine.

They were so soft and smooth—felt more real and… human. Not like kissing a marble statue where my lips had the possibility of bruising afterwards. I liked the feel of these lips. So much that I moved my own against his and opened my mouth slightly.

Best believe he took full advantage of that, sucking my bottom lip in between his teeth, nibbling slightly which earned a soft moan from me. And his tongue—that sleek tongue—jutted softly in my mouth, beginning to flick and play around with mine.

My book hit the floor and my arms shot around his neck, pulling him flush against my body.

It was intense. So intense that other than our lips meeting and locking together, I heard nothing. Other than the sniffle and sound of high heels clicking and clacking down the fall, far away from Logan and me… making out.

I don't know how long we stood with my body pressed against my locker, his leaned into mine and our mouths attached to each other, tongues twirling passionately against each other—it felt like an eternity that I never wanted to escape.

His hands on my hips trailed down to my butt and gave a big grab at it before reluctantly his lips parted from mine.

I groaned slightly in protest, opening my eyes just to be met with his darkened,hooded green ones. And the nasty glare coming from a security guard standing right next to us.

Logan swallowed before gently letting go of my bottom and stepping away from me.

"Move it along you two or you'll end up in internal suspension!" He warned, shooting us a look before walking back to his post.

I blushed heavily, mumbling an unheard apology to the man for having to watch… that.

I began walking to class with Logan trailing behind.

As we turned the hall, he was at my side, smiling like a jackass.

It was silent. We said not a word as we made our way to Algebra II. All I could think about was what just happened, ignoring the his voice in my head and focusing on the fact that Logan just kissed me in front of Madison. And then made out with me. Even after she left.

Did he…

I nervously chew my bottom lip while stuttering like an idiot, "Why did you—you kissed—I didn't know, I mean…"

I stop right there because I couldn't quite form the right words. Not only was I flustered. But my heart was beating in my ears. And it's all I heard at the moment before he spoke with excitement in his tone,

"Did you see that?"

My eyebrows raised. "Huh?"

Logan touched my shoulder and nodded his head, "It worked."

I gulp back vile. "What worked?"

He smirked and pointed to the direction we had just came from. "I knew if I kissed you that she'd leave me alone."

I tense once hearing that and like I would run away from danger, I run away from Logan.

"What?" I heard him call after me as I stormed off. "What did I say?"

I reached the door and didn't even wait for him to catch up before letting it slam behind me. Of course, it drew attention to me but I didn't care and took my seat in the back. The teacher hadn't even arrived yet so students were just loitering around class.

I put my head down on the desk, inconspicuously wiping the tears that pricked my eyes.

We betrayed Edward and Jacob.

"Bella, what the fuck is your problem?"

I shivered at his warm breath on my neck but shook him away.

Logan tapped my shoulder once, twice. "I don't understand what the hell you're mad about." He muttered, slipping into the desk next to mine.

At those words I rose my head up and glared right at him, letting the coldness show in my tone, "You're really an asshole, you know that?"

His face scrunched up at my words and he narrowed his eyes. "What the fuck did I do?"

"Really?" I snap. "You don't know what you did?!"

"How about spelling it out for me?" He spat back.

I let out a frustrated puff and turned away.

"Talk to me." He quipped. "Bella—"

"You can't—it's wrong to just—" I huff again because at times like these, I had a hard time expressing myself.

I was so used to disappointment with guys before, I don't know why I let myself get happy about Logan… but… that carefree side of me felt like he was different. And the side of me that was still hurting over the both of them, Edward and Jake… only wanted to feel for Edward and Jake.

I roamed fingers through my short hair and smoothed over one of my brows. I felt myself at a crossroad. A crossroad that I wasn't ready to delve into yet.

Because my life right now, was not supposed to revolve around the either of them at all. It wasn't supposed to be about another guy. Especially one that I had known for a short time—Jacob was a childhood friend and Edward was my boyfriend of over a year.

Logan was just… some guy that intrigued me to no end and made me want to pick apart and know. Not someone I loved… just someone I could feel myself opening up to… getting lost in… and I liked him.

So it hurt to know that the only reason he kissed me was to drive away a spurned lover. I couldn't tell him that though. I shouldn't. Because if he thought that kiss was nothing—then, I just…

"You can't shut me out you know." I heard him whisper.

My eyes meet briefly with his and I can see the genuine concern.

He wasn't concerned when he used you.

If you think about it, I was used by Edward and the Cullens as well. So knock it off, me.

I let out a heavy sigh, glancing around the room to make sure no one was listening to this except for him. But as Ben and his twin Jerry once told me, news travels fast at San Ramon Valley.

"Logan," I begin, licking my lips, "You can't just—"

I stopped talking because the teacher, flanked by two security guards had just walked in and everyone settled themselves in their seats.

I sank a bit lower in my seat, giving a glance to Logan who said not a word but kept his relaxed stance. His eyes told me to keep my cool as well.

But it was hard when the security came marching down the aisle and motioning for Logan to follow them.

He gave me one more lingering look before grabbing his backpack and following them out the classroom.


A/N:

Okay, I know this is short from my usual chapters but I decided to take a different approach to this one in particular. It was perfect to end it right there because I thought of a new idea for what's about to come up next.

Feedback is greatly appreciated because I know you guys have some thoughts on this chapter and *that kiss* or the *motives behind it* so please feel free to let me know how you all feel!

Thanks For Reading!

Stay tooned for the next chapter coming soon and be ready for a bomb to drop. Because it'll be a lot. Of. Stuff.

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