Classic

Chapter 4

Logan woke up the next morning confused and hung over. His head was pounding as though a sledgehammer had been bashed multiple times over it. He also noted that most of his muscles were tense and sore; his knuckles were scraped and raw but from what, he couldn't remember.

Its weird, Logan hadn't woken up from a night of partying without a trace of remembrance since, well, since before Rory.

Rory. The name itself had become taboo with him. He didn't like it when Finn or Colin talked about her so he told them to stop. They obliged. Yet now without getting even a morsel of information he was beginning to crave it. It was a craving that wouldn't go away. He hated the feeling.

Logan groaned and rolled over curling himself into a ball clutching at his stomach. Though, this seemed like a good idea in theory putting it to practice was a whole other story. Logan barely made it to the bathroom before he started retching.

"I am never drinking again," Logan muttered under his breath as he wiped at his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.

An amused voice answered him. "Sure Huntz. You keep telling yourself that."

"Shut up Colin!" Logan growled before his glare turned into a wince. Screaming first thing in the morning after a night of drinking was not number one on the 'best things to do' list.

Colin merely grinned. "There's Advil on the coffee table."

Logan waved his hand to say that he heard him. "Thanks," he muttered picking up the tiny pill container.

"Hey Colin, uh, what happened last night?" Logan asked trying to sound casual. He swallowed the pills followed by a swig of water.

Colin looked over to his sharply. "You don't remember?"

Logan shook his head. "No."

"Shit," he muttered quietly. "Uh, I'm going to get Finn over here. I'll be … I'll be back."

"Wait, I'll just come with you," Logan said reaching for his coat that was thrown haphazardly on an armchair. He was already dressed from the night before and he could always change at Finn's.

"No!" Colin said quickly. "I mean, no. I'll go get him. It'll be easier this way."

"How will it be easier?" Logan asked smiling a confused smile. "Finn will be dead to the world for at least another hour. Plus he's probably more hung over than I am. It's Finn." He added as an explanation.

Colin looked nervous. Colin never looked nervous. He was always so well put together. The only time Logan had ever seen Colin anywhere near nervous was during his initiation to the Life and Death Brigade.

"Okay. Fine. Have it your way," Logan said sitting down on the couch and turning on the television. "I'll wait."

"Good!" Colin said his voice was higher pitched than usual. Something was up, that much Logan was able to tell. "I'll just … go I'll just go!" With those words still ringing in Logan's ears Colin turned around and left the room.

Now, Logan wasn't Mitchum – the newspaper mogul – Huntzberger's son for no reason. He was also majoring in Journalism. He knew the ropes. Grabbing his leather coat and keys he followed Colin out of the building.

He followed as Colin practically ran to his car. He followed his best friend in his own car wondering why they even needed to be in a car when Finn lived in the dormitory next door to theirs.

The car ride was short, only about five minutes. He stopped his car in front of a three-story townhouse. He let out a short whistle. The house was beautiful. Who the hell lives here? No one we know.

He got out of his car and made his way up the stair of the townhouse. He grinned as he reached the slightly ajar door.

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Colin practically flew out of his car as he reached the house. He opened the door with his key and slipped inside. He didn't bother taking off his coat or his shoes; he didn't even bother announcing his presence as he continued his way into the house. He went straight to the stairs up to the second floor where Finn's bedroom was.

There lying in the bed was two very asleep people; two very asleep and cozy people who should not have been in the same bed.

"What the FUCK?" he yelled.

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As soon as Colin yelled, Logan all but ran in the direction of his voice. He ran up the flight of stairs and to the open door that all he could see was Colin's back that was tensed up in his anger.

"Colin?" he said approaching him slowly. "What's happen –"

On the bed was a sight he will never forget. It was now permanently embedded in his memory. Right there in front of him was his best friend and his ex girlfriend. The sheets were tangled, their hair was tousled and their clothes were completely dishevelled.

All eyes turned toward him but he didn't say anything. He just stood their gaping. Rory's face was completely pale, Colin's was flushed with anger and Finn's mouth was moving but there was no sound coming out.

"What the Hell?" Logan whispered taking a step backwards. "What the Hell?" he repeated.

"It's not what it looks like!" Finn spluttered out, his eyes went wide with fright.

Rory nodded beside Finn. She wasn't looking at him though she was looking at Colin as though she had to convince him and not Logan. Does she not care anymore?

"It's not what it looks like?" Logan said giving a dark chuckle. "You're in bed with my ex girlfriend. How is this not what it looks like?"

"Its not – we didn't – we – uh – I," Finn said stuttering. He didn't know what to say. This had never happened before and it really wasn't what it looked like.

"What is this place anyway?" Logan asked harshly. "How long have you two been meeting up here and having your way with each other."

He saw Rory flinch. Good, he thought, she deserves it.

Logan turned to Finn. "How long were you playing house with my girlfriend. Was it the entire time I was with her? Or is this a new development?"

Finn opened his mouth to answer but Logan interrupted him.

"You know what? You can have her. I can't believe my parents were actually right about her, you know?" he said bitterly. He looked at Rory. "They said you were nothing but a slut, a gold digger, a whore. Like mother like daughter, right? So tell me how long were you cheating on me?"

"She didn't – she hasn't – she never –" Finn blurted, faltering once again.

"Shut up!" Logan screamed. "You don't exist to me anymore. Neither of you do! Were through Finn! You betrayed me! You're nothing! Nothing! You're insignificant. We through. Done. Finished. I don't want to see either of you again."

No one stopped him as he stormed out of the house.

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As he sat in his car in an empty parking lot, he let the tears he had been keeping in fall. He didn't understand. How could she do that to him? Why? How long? Why? So many questions and they were all left unanswered.

In a moment of blind anger he punched his steering wheel.

"How could she?" he whispered before he broke down; the tears coming in tenfold.

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A/N: So what did you think?