Hello. As you might've noticed, I deleted some of my stories. It's mostly because I want my profile to represent stuff I like you know? So I erased some stuff I didn't want on my profile. Sorry if you're sad aa,
anyways, i really love this story a lot. but as i've said before, i wont have a schedule with this because last time i did it i had a mental breakdown about writing so,,,yep. no schedule. oh btw alex is my OC, she was first introducted in the war's not over lol
OKAY SHOUT OUT TO BAFFLEDQUEEN FOR BEING MY PARTNER IN CRIME THROUGH THIS WE ARE SO FUCKING CRUEL i love it
Alex frowned and watched her father walk away. She literally had no idea what he wanted from her. Knowing him, he probably wanted to scream on her, or scold her for...something he found to bitch about. She crossed her arms and already started walking to his desk. What if he wants to send me to the US again. That'd be bad, considering I have to literally make myself a new fucking identity-
"Are you going to stand there for much longer?"
Alex looked up and stared at her dad, who was visibly annoyed at this point.
"Um...No. I'm following you."
He sighed and continued walking to his office, Alex closely following.
"I wanted to talk to you about Logan."
Well obviously.
"What about him."
They arrived at his office and Alex entered first.
"I've seen you two talk. How does that go?"
"Why would you care?"
"How does it go."
"Fucking wonderful, considering you made my best friend hate me."
Rorke laughed and leaned on a table.
"I have a suggestion."
"Your ideas are always the worse."
He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"15 days. You have 15 days to bring me back something."
She scoffed and crossed her arms.
"I'm not your slave-"
"A day, a scar."
"What."
She raised a brow and slowly realized what he meant.
"Logan has this...mask, he keeps it in his bedroom. Give it to me."
Alex shook her head and chuckled.
"You're kidding?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding. Bring it."
"Do you really think I'll fucking do this for-"
"Every day that mask isn't on my desk is another day of pain for Logan."
Alex's shoulders dropped as fast as her stomach, feeling a bit nauseous about that statement. The only thing she could manage to mumble was a quiet 'fuck' before slowly nodding.
"So, we have a deal?"
She nodded again and he pointed the door.
"15 days. You don't wanna know what happens after."
No, in fact she really didn't. To any normal person, fifteen days would seem long. But the thing is that she had to actually gain Logan's trust to go to his room, which was by itself a huge task. The more she thought about it, the more horrible it felt. She felt nauseous yet again, knowing she'd have to lie to Logan for at least two weeks before completely breaking his trust. But then again, she'd rather lose his trust than have him be hurt every day, especially if it was her fault.
Alex decided it'd be a good idea to go to the gym, not to sit in silence but to take her anger out on a poor punching bag. While she was walking, she noticed Logan's 'friends' hanging in the rec room. She never liked them. They gave her a feeling of dread, as if they were going to attack her anytime, probably because of Logan's comments on her to them. She had an eye contact with one of them, Smith she thought, and threw him smirk, to which he replied with a scoff.
When she arrived, she was not so surprised and very annoyed to find the blond twat sitting there, intensely staring at her.
"Here for our daily meeting?"
"You give me a reason to punch a bag."
He rolled his eyes and got up, then leaned on the wall.
"What did he want?"
"Oh my dad? Nothing important."
"That sure isn't the face of someone who learned something not important-"
"I literally don't care Logan."
She threw a punch on a bag near her and fell back on the wall where Logan was.
"You ruined my training."
"Boo fucking hoo."
She chuckled and rolled her eyes.
"You do remember December 18-"
"Don't even fucking try to make me pity you. I don't care. The past is in the past, leave it there."
"Alright then why do you hate me so much if the past is in the past?"
Logan started a sentence but quickly shut his mouth, thinking of what to say.
"You're simply a bitch, you're untrustable and selfish, you give up on your friend-"
She raised a hand and shook her head, looking at him as if he murdered someone.
"Oh because I'm the villain? You know what, I don't have time for you. I came here to train but now I want to fucking throw up."
She started walking out of the gym.
"Hold your head high shit face."
She decided to ignore him and walked out, definitely not happy at how the conversation turned out. Tomorrow will be a better day...hopefully.