Open Your Eyes

Chapter 10

I was rushing from the pool and to the elevators after receiving a text from Logan saying he needed to talk to me. I had been getting the silent treatment for a week now, the genius only talking to me when he absolutely needed to. It was possibly the worst thing he could have done. I missed hearing his voice. I swear I was having withdrawal symptoms because of it. Not long after he started the silent treatment did I develop a rash.

"Come on, come on!" I rapidly pressed the up button, scratching at my shoulder in annoyance when the elevator didn't come fast enough. I finally gave up, deciding the stairs would be faster. I moved two stairs at a time, almost tripping twice.

I ignored my aching ankle and the itch on my shoulder in favor of getting to the apartment sooner. Finally I reached the right floor and saw the door not far away. I ran faster, almost there. When I reached it, I stopped a millisecond before I literally ran the door down.

I paused for a minute, not wanting to rush in looking as if I had just ran a marathon. I had to calm down. I took a deep breath and grabbed the doorknob, putting on a sympathetic look.

"Logie?" I asked tentatively, peaking my head through the door. I walked in, stopping in my tracks, my face frowning at what I saw before me. "You? What are you doing here?"

Jett stood in the living room, looking just as surprised and displeased to see me there. "I was told to meet Logan here because he had to talk to me." He explained with a small smirk, but then it disappeared as he continued to look at me with disgust. "What are you doing here?"

I squinted at him. "I live here." I responded with a 'duh' tone and a roll of my eyes before continuing. "And Logan sent me the same text."

"That's because I wanted to talk to both of you." The short boy came from the direction of our room and stood in the middle of the room. He had an emotionless look on his face as he turned toward both of us. "Sit." He instructed.

Jett and I rushed to sit on the couch, having a small fight over a seat before we finally settled onto it. Logan was quiet for a moment, the silence eating me alive and making my shoulder itch horribly. I rolled it a couple of times, hoping the friction from the fabric would sooth it for now.

The smart boy finally moved, sitting on the coffee table in front of us. He sighed, looking between us. "I've been doing a lot of thinking," He finally spoke. "and I've come to the conclusion that..."

We were both on the edge of our seats, waiting for whatever Logan would say to finally come out of his mouth. I head back a groan of frustration. Rolling my shoulder officially didn't work. I reached up and scratched it as subtly as possible.

Logan took a deep breath. "It's not your fault." He finally admitted, looking at us sadly.

Jett and I were caught off guard by this. My jaw went slack with shock. Neither of us were expecting him to say that. "Is this a trick?" Jett spoke up. I glared, elbowing him in the side.

"No, I'm serious. It's not your fault; it's mine."

We were silent again. "Is this a trick?" I asked this time.

Logan rolled his eyes. "It is my fault. Kendall, I shouldn't have lead you on." His tone was apologetic. I opened my mouth to disagree with my friend, but he held up a hand, signalling me to let him finish.

He took a breath and continued. "I gave you the idea that I liked you in that way or that something could be between us, and that gave you the initiative to flirt with me. I was only fanning the flames, and I'm sorry for that. But I did like you, Kendall. I really did." He added quietly.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. All I registered from that was 'did' like me. As in pass tense. As in not anymore. Meaning, only one thing: I had no chance anymore. It was over.

"Um, hello," Jett broke into my thoughts. He gestured broadly, trying to direct our attention to him. "Did you forget I was here?" He asked.

Logan turned toward the actor, taking his hand. "Jett," He smiled softly, looking the actor directly in the eye. "I kissed Kendall." He confessed suddenly.

"What?" Jett exclaimed.

My eyes went wide, almost choking on nothing. I looked at Logan in shock, and then slowly turned to Jett, only to be met with a death glare. I gulped. "Uh..." I chuckled nervously.

Logan squeezed Jett's hand, redirecting the attention to him. "I'm not finished." Jett stopped glaring at me, looking back at his boyfriend. "And don't be mad at Kendall. I kissed him. I know it was wrong of me to do that, and I know from experience what getting cheated on feels like, and I'm not going to keep it a secret from you." He explained.

"But Jett we say we love each other, but if that were truly the case, you wouldn't have tried to make me choose between you and my best friend. If you knew I loved you then you wouldn't have any doubt in your mind that I would want to be with you and only you."

I shifted slightly, trying to ignore the brutal itching on my shoulder, which only seemed to be getting worse.

"But," The genius continued. "If I truly loved you, there wouldn't have been a choice in the first place."

"Huh?" Jett and I looked dumbly at the genius.

The short boy stood and began pacing. "I like you both. A lot. But after what happened, I'm so pissed at you that it's hard for me to really care how much I like either of you." He stopped in front of us. "Best friend and boyfriend or not, what you two did was not cool and I was able to stifle my rage just long enough to talk to you today." He blew out a calming breath, his rant obviously bubbling up angry feelings he still felt toward us. "But you should both be pissed at me too because what I did wasn't much better."

We opened our mouths again to say something. "And don't even say you can't be mad at me." He cut us off.

We both shut our mouths, letting silence over take us. Finally, Jett sighed, deciding to speak up. "Okay. Now what happens?" He asked.

Logan shrugged. "Well, Jett, I think taking a break would be what's best for us right now."

Jett's eyes widened. "But...but...but..." He sputtered.

I leaned over with a smug smile. "Haha." I laughed mockingly.

The actor glared, punching me in the arm.

I glared back fully ready to punch him in the arm, but then remembered Logan was still there watching. So instead, I shot Jett a glare, and turned my attention back on the short singer, who was glaring at both of us.

"Sorry..." I mumbled. "Go on."

Logan rolled his eyes and continued. "Maybe we jumped into the I-love-you's a little too soon. I mean, this whole situation only proves that we weren't ready for that." He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I just think that some time apart to think about how we feel about each other would be a good idea."

Jett nodded sadly.

Logan turned to me. "Kendall," I looked up, a bit scared of what her would say to me. "We're best friends. We were best friends before this and I hope we can still be best friends now that it's over."

I relaxed a bit, letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "Of course, Logie." I smiled at the genius.

He smiled as well, but this smile made me uneasy. It was the same smile any of us got when we had something up our sleeves. "But of course, you know, I can't let you get away with being a jackass. I have to punish you." He smirked.

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't a little excited and...turned on by this. My brow shot up in interest.

He crossed his arms, still smirking. "As punishment I'm switching rooms with Carlos."

My eyes widened, all arousal leaving my body. Carlos was known to be a loud snorer. The only reason James got sleep was because he was a heavy sleeper. They were the perfect match to share a room.

I sighed, knowing that I deserved much worse. "Okay." I breathed, angrily scratching at my shoulder. "Anything else?"

Logan shrugged. "I care about you...both of you." He looked between me and the actor who seemed to be silenced by the unexpected break up from the pale boy. "And I want you both in my life for, I hope, a long time. But that won't happen if you guys don't start getting along." Jett and I glanced at each other, both frowning in disgust with each other.

"Why can't we all be friends?" The smart boy suggested. "Like it or not, you're going to be in each other's lives for a while."

We both made sounds of reluctant agreement.

"So..." He prompted. "You'll both at least try, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." I mumbled while Jett grumbled something about my hair. I shot the pompous jerk a glare for being forever obsessed with my hair.

Logan sighed, but a small smile crossed her features. "Well, it's a start." He shrugged.

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