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"Love is a secret that only lovers discover."-Anna Knowl
That night, again, sleep refused to take hold of me. I snuck out of bed in complete silence and grabbed a towel from my bureau. The air outside was warm and humid, the perfect night for a swim.
When I reached the pool, as I'd hoped, it was abandoned. I stripped off my clothes and threw them into a neat pile by the pool's side.
I slid into the lukewarm water. It felt pleasant against my bare skin. My body tingled as I dove down into the deeper end.
The moon cast shadows on the swimming pool. I rose from the depths and looked around. It may sound ridiculous, but it was almost as if someone was watching me. Shivers ran up and down my spine.
My time in the water was short-lived. My mind started over-reacting so I cut the swim short.
At a snail's pace, I climbed up the ladder and out of the gleaming water. My towel lay, untouched, in the exact spot I'd left it. I picked it up and swathed it under my arms, holding it stiffly.
Without warning, my body began shaking, as a vision came on, hard and strong. This time, I didn't fight it, not that there was a choice.
"Blankness revealed itself. No one could run. I couldn't defend myself. Hope was lost as I let down my defense. I took a final breath.
But there he was. Logan gradually walked towards me. Step by step, inch by inch. I tried to run to him, but was locked in a way I couldn't comprehend.
He leaned towards me, his warm breath sweeping across my face. A feel of relief rushed through my body. His hands rested on my neck. I moved closer.
Suddenly, his grip tightened on my neck until it hurt. I begged him to stop. He all but ignored me. My breathing became shallow. I was choking.
"Julie." Logan whispered as his hands constricted tighter around my neck. I was dieing. This was real.
"Julie."
"Julie," Logan was at my side, fear filling the void in his eyes. My eyes flew open in horror. I tried desperately to digest what had just occurred.
"Dammit Julie, you scared the shit out of me." I managed to cough up a laugh. Logan frowned back, still looking worried.
"Logan," I replied, sitting up and clutching the towel that had stayed firmly around my chest, "You're such a pussycat." It was his turn to laugh, but then he turned solemn once again.
I groaned. My hand flew up to a sore spot on my head. I must have hit it when I fell. He watched me in dismay.
I felt dizzy and had to lie back down on the grass. Logan rubbed my head, tenderly and unsurely. After a moment, he broke the silence, "Common, let's get you inside."
With ease, he lifted me up into his arms. I draped my arms around his neck. We both kept quiet, enjoying the walk back up to the school.
To my surprise, he walked past the girls dorm, and over to the teachers rooms. All the while, my stomach attained several angry butterflies.
When we reached his room, Logan opened the door, warily making sure not to drop me. Bit by bit, he walked across the room and gently laid me on his bed. The comforter smelled of musk and shaving cream. It smelled like Logan, and I loved it.
He swiftly moved backwards to the door and kicked it shut. I shut my eyes, wanting to ingrain this moment in my memories forever.
Logan then opened his drawer and pulled out a pair of black sweatpants and a holey white t-shirt. He handed them to me, "Put these on, you'll be more comfortable."
I sat up. Logan seemed uncomfortable. "I'll just…" he mumbled, turning towards the door so I could change.
"Don't," I jumbled hoarsely, grasping his hand. "I-I- um, just, you know, turn around." He did as I commanded.
My cheeks turned scarlet as I pulled the towel off, staring at his back. I hastily pulled on the clothes he'd given me.
When I'd finished, I sat back down on the bed. "Uh, I'm done." Logan turned and sat down next to me.
"You look tired," He smiled, "You should get some sleep. You're going to feel like complete shit in the morning."
I smiled back, "Thank you." I took his hand in mine, "For the clothes." He nodded.
Logan watched me leisurely get under the covers and adjust myself into a good sleeping position. After a moment, he cautiously lay down beside me. How different this felt. But it was a good different.
"Logan," I whispered, "Can you put your arms around me again?" He did as I'd asked.
Within minutes I was asleep.
I awoke in the middle of the night, shaken and terrified. Bad dreams aren't real, but they sure as hell felt real.
I woke up Logan with the sounds of my heavy breathing. He wrapped his arms tighter around my waist, trying to comfort me. "It was only a dream sweetheart." He stroked my cheek. My stomach over turned at his touch.
I reached upwards to brush my fingers lightly across his jaw-bone. "Logan..." I gasped, for that was all I had to say.
His lips crashed down on mine, immediatley, my fear vanished. Our tognues danced in a joyous reunion. His hands were everywhere, pulling me closer.
I had to break away to catch my breath, while he continued down my neck. "Logan," I moaned. He kisses became more passionate as they moved lower, down my body.
He pulled me on top of him, while I hitched my legs around his waist. My fingers scraped against his scalp, but he seemed to enjoy it.
His hands slipped up my shirt. I kissed the nitch of his neck, egging him on.
He took off his shirt and pulled me even closer then before. My hands skimmed down his chest, eagerly. I kissed lightly down to his belly-button.
"Julie." He brought my face back up to his. He kissed every inch of it.
I wanted to make this last forever.
Looking into my eyes, he whispered, "I want you Julie, I want you so much." His words struck a yearning in my heart.
I pulled my shirt off and let him explore. With questioning eyes he asked for more, and I nodded.
He unhooked my bra, making me shiver with delight. He lips softly sucking and kissing on my breasts. "More," I pleaded. Logan was more then happy to imply.
All of the sudden, Jean burst through the door, her face as red as the anger that was present in her features.
Logan and I jumped apart. He covered me with a blanket. "Jean, what are you doing?" I mumbled, too embarassed to go on.
She was more then angry, she was dead and gone.
"Get AWAY from her," Jean screamed, throwing her rage at Logan.
"STOP IT JEAN," I yelled. She turned to face me, her eyes hurt and horrified. Never had I raised my voice at Jean, never.
Scott, who heard the commotion, ran into the room, still half asleep. It only took him a second to realize what'd happened, for soon, he was as red as Jean.
"I'm going to kill you," growled Scott, moving in on Logan.
"Scott!" I fought back.
Scott winced but took control of himself. "Stay out of this," he snarled, pointing a shaky finger in my direction.
Logan rose from the bed. I grabbed him by the arm, trying to pull him back, but he shook me off.
"It's my fault," said Logan, regret nowhere in his voice. "But," he continued, "Juile's old enough to make her own decisions. She doesn't need you two making them for her."
Scott looked about ready to punch him.
"I want you to stay away from her," shouted Jean, still obviously enraged. Logan scowled.
I pulled my t-shirt back on and stood up. "You can't tell me who I can or cannot love." There was no sign of backing down.
I moved to Logan's side and took his hand. "I love him, Jean. I love him like you love Scott."
Jean shook her head, "You're too young to know what love is."
"Jean...please." I attempted to plead with her. She refused to listen.
Scott grasped my hand and started pulling me away from Logan.
"Get off her!" roared Logan, his metallic claws bursting through his knuckles.
"No Logan," I sobbed. "Don't."
He stopped and stared at me. I cried even harder, tears pouring down my cheeks. Logan looked so hurt, that I wanted to run to him.
"Don't you ever touch her again," said Jean solemnly.
I couldn't take it any longer. My head was going to explode.
"It's not Logan's fault...its mine." I yelled at her, no longer able to contain myslef. "I would have, without a doubt, made love with him if you hadn't stopped us. Don't you dare tell me what to do. I'm not a child anymore. I love him and there is NOTHING you can do about it!" I hadn't meant to go that far.
Jean slapped me straight across the face. It stung with pain that I'd never felt before.
This is, undoubtly, the best chapter I've written so far. It has so much depth. Please review and tell me what you think.
-Carolyn
