Moments after a heated and nervous discussion (for me) and a exciting conversation (for her) with Rebecca, I was ready to go to the party. I hadn't realized how late I was though. I glanced at my car time, sighing. There was around fifteen minutes before the party started. I wasn't that late, was I?

I rushed into the Palm Woods doors and asked for Logan's room number. The manager gave it to me, before shooting icy glares at me and promised that if I messed up something in his hotel, I'd be out of LA. I believe his exactly words were : 'You watch yourself, missy or I'll have you kicked out of Palm Woods and LA before you could run another bath'. Not exactly inviting.

Now, I was waiting in the elevator, somewhat excited. I knocked on the door of their room in the Palm Woods and was greeted with James. By the looks of it, it looked like I was a little late. So Logan told me to come at 8:30 and it was near 9:00. So what? At least I came right?

"Caitlin! We thought you were a-no show!" He exclaimed.

"And miss a good party? No way! You and Carlos ARE the party kings, right?" I winked.

He chuckled. "I like you." He said, pointing a finger at me. I beamed. "Logan's disappointed since he thought you couldn't come and is being a real party popper. Mind cheering him up? If you know what I mean." He winked as he opened the door wider to let me in.

I smiled as I searched the room. "I'll see what I can do." I said, smirking. I finally spotted him...in another girls arms. "One thing. He seems pretty happy if you ask me." I said, pointing Logan out to James.

"Shit. Camille?" James exclaimed.

"Who?" I asked, hoping for an explanation. James was close to me, after Logan.

"His ex." He muttered. "She's a good friend to us...but she kinda has a small..."

I raised my eyebrows. "Small...?"

"Okay, big thing for Logan." James admitted.

"Should have known it was too good to be true." I mumbled. "Oh well. I came here to party. Not to worry about Logan and certainly not his ex." I smiled, shrugging. "Ooh, Cheetos." I grabbed a chip from a passing waitress.

"Are you sure about - "

"YES." I exclaimed.

"Caitlin!" I turned around and came face to face with Carlos. "You made it! Care to dance?" He asked.

"Sure!" I smiled brightly. "If you need me, I'll be on the dance floor." I said to James, pointing to where Carlos was headed.

I made my way to the dance floor as James watched. That's what Logan gets for playing with my heart.