Me and Logan had eventually walked back to the studio, hand in hand, and he drove me home. He would be by soon to pick me up for dinner with the group.

There's a knock on my door, causing me to bang my head on the closet door.
"Great." I muttered, rubbing my head.
I walk downstairs and open the door. Logan is standing there with a smirk on his face. "Why hello there. Come here often?"
"Logan, I'm not ready yet." I said, still rubbing my head.
"S'ok. You bang your head or something?" He says, coming into my house and pointing to my head.
"Yes, Sherlock. I banged my head when you ringed the doorbell."
"Actually I knocked." He smiled.
I rolled my eyes. He leaned in and we made out for a moment in my living room. When we finally pulled apart, we were both grinning.
"You better go get ready." Logan said, looking at his watch. "We're meeting them at the restaurant in half an hour."
"You got it boss." I said, walking up the stairs.
I raced to my room and swung open my closet door once again. I carefully avoided the door and ended up banging my head on the wall.
"I am going to have no brain cells by the time I'm done." I mutter to myself.
I pulled out a tight black shirt that said 'and yes you'll get slapped if you're looking hoe!' (classy, I know) and a pair of skinny jeans. I slipped them on and swiped on some lip gloss. After applying some mascara and putting on a pair of earrings, I went downstairs. I found Logan watching the TV, his eyes glued to the screen. He didn't notice me come into the living room so I took the chance to check him out. He was wearing a gray v-neck shirt and a black sweater over. Gosh, he knew what his v-neck shirts did to me. They made me go crazy. He suddenly looks at the clock and is about to shout up to me when he notices I'm already there.

"How long were you standing there?"
"Long enough." I smirked. "Let's go."
Suddenly his cellphone rings and he looks at the caller ID. "Erin." He says to me. He picks up the phone with a annoyed look on his face. "Hello? Hey Erin. Yeah. Listen, I'm kind of busy. Yeah. What? Oh, well I'm kind of already matching with...how'd you guess?" He holds the phone out to me. "Say hi, Caitlin."
"Hey Erin." I giggled.
"Yeah so we gotta go. Yeah. Okay. Bye." And he hangs up. "Alright, let's go." He smiles at me.
I slip on a pair of flipflops and grab a sweater. Logan quickly puts on his Vans and we're out the door. We get in his car and he starts it. The sky is already starting to darken. It's a light shade of purple that makes me stare at it in awe.
"She was wondering what I was doing and wearing to the dinner. So we could match." Logan says, suddenly.
"Who?" I ask.
"Erin."
"I didn't ask." I smiled, looking at him.
"I know. Just telling you." He smiled back.
My cellphone rings and KATELYN blinks on the front.

"Karma." Logan laughs. I laugh with him and pick it up.
"Pizza Pizza, how may I help you?"
"Hey Caitlin!"
"How'd you know it was me?"
"You're a horrible liar." She laughs. "You coming tonight?"
I nod until I realize she can't see me. "Im in the car right now." I answer. "You are too, right?"
"Duh. So, I'll see you soon right?"
"Did you seriously call me to ask if I was coming tonight?"
She laughs warily. "Sorrr-ee. See you."
We hang up and Logan pulls into my parking spot. I notice that James' car is next to ours. He must already be here. Katelyn car was in front of ours.
"That was fast." I say.
"I am a rebel at speeding." He winked. When he saw the look on my face he laughed. "Im joking."
"Better be." I said, slapping him gently.
He gets off and before I can open my door, he's already on my side, opening the door for me.
"M'lady." Logan says.
"Why thank you, sir." I said, joining in on his fun.
I hop out and we head inside, beaming and hand in hand. As we swing open the door, laughter greets us almost right away. There's lots of chattering and I spot the others in a table in the far corner. I wave as me and Logan walk over. Just as we arrived, James shoots Erin a look.
"Hey guys." I said.
"Sit next to me today, Caitlin." Katelyn grinned, patting the seat next to me.
I laugh and slide in next to her. Logan does the same and slides in beside me.
"You guys order yet?" Logan asks.
"Already." James nods.
"So, I got news that Gustavo told me." Kendall grins. "GREAT news."
"About what?" Carlos asks.
"How come I don't know?" James demands.
"About the tour." Kendall answers Carlos. "And you were there."
"Really?" James asks.
"Yes." Kendall answers, giving him a look.
"Well, what is it?" I ask.
"Gustavo told me - "
A girl about twelve years old approaches our table, causing us to stop talking.
"Hi, I'm Hillary. Can I have your autograph?" She asks. She's looking at someone I'm not sure who since she never said a name.
"Why sure!" Erin smiles, taking the pen from the the girls hand.
"Not you. Caitlin and Logan." Hillary smiles at me.
"Us?" I asked, surprised. "Wh - Why? I mean, I can understand why you want Logan's but why mine?"
"Yeah, why?" Erin says.
"You're featured as one of the most popular couple in the last J-14 magazine." Hillary explains pointing to the photo her held in her hand.
It was a photo of Logan lifting me up and carrying me into the water. It was from the beach that we hung out a week ago. Huh. Turns out photographers are everywhere.
"Awww." Katelyn swoons.
"And you're on the best friendship with Katelyn." She says, flipping through the pages and showing me a photo of me and Katelyn at the mall.
"Aww." Katelyn repeats. "Don't we look cute?"
"Oh. Okay." I shrugged, taking the pen. I signed the photo and pasted it to Katlyn. She signed it and she gave it to Logan who looked at the photo before signing it.
"Look at those abs, man." He says to me. "You're a lucky girl."
"Hot shot." I teased, nudging him but yes, I was lucky. And it wasn't the first time I checked out his abs before.
"Thanks!" Hillary smiled and she skipped off.
"My first autograph!" I exclaimed.
"Oh shut up." Erin scoffed.
"What?" I asked, startled.
"You act as if you have a reason to sign autographs." She scoffs.
"Erin!" Kendall exclaims.
"I'm not - it's just...pretty exciting." I shrugged. "I guess you're right. It's nothing."
"It is." Erin nods.
"Erin, stop it." Katelyn hisses.
"Sit down, E." James mutters.
"Oh c'mon you guys. Stop being so nice to her." Erin rolls her eyes.
Why did she hate me all of a sudden? I never did anything to her. Well, at least I didn't think so.
"We all know she's a fake."
"Erin?" Carlos says. "Please stop."
"A what?" I exclaimed. "I'm not a fake, Erin. I - "
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She shouts. People are watching now. "First you steal Logan, then you steal Katelyn and now I find out you have a spot on the show?"
"What? Steal Logan? Steal Katelyn?" I asked, confused. "What are you - "

And then there's a pain on my face. I hold my cheek. It's hot. She slapped me. Erin slapped me.
I rub my cheek. "What the hell was that for?" I ask.
"ERIN! What the hell?" Katelyn shouts, checking my cheek.
"That's not even enough for what you've done to me." She hisses at me. "I called Logan today and he said he was busy. You were there. He used to talk to me all the time. But now, it's all you, you, you."
"We were coming here." I replied. "He was busy."
She ignores me. "Then, I call Katelyn. She says, 'Hold on. I wanna call Caitlin to make sure she's coming.'"
"Erin, go home." Logan says. He hadn't said anything until now.
"What?" Erin asks. She was fire before but it was like she suddenly realized Logan was there. Her face twists into anger and then she's crying. "I'm sorry." She wails. "I'm sorry."
Logan looks on the ground. "Go home, Erin."
She stares at all of us. There's a sense that she feels lost, but as fast as it came, it left. She stares right me and utters a word. She doesn't have to use words. I can see it in her face. It says 'you'll be sorry'. "Bitch." She mutters and she races out of the restaurant.