im rlly tired bt imma get this out b4 i forget,,,also pls leave a review i fuckin love reviews

this is very long omg

After explaining literally everything that happened between her and Logan, Alex could not be anything else than relieved. And stressed.

The looks they had given her through the whole story were nothing disrespectful, they were more of a "Oh my god that happened" look.

"So...You need to steal Logan's...mask? Why does he have a mask-" Mitch started before Angélica threw her hands in the air, frustrated.

"Oh my lord Mitchell have you not listened! Logan was with this weird squad thing-"

"The Ghosts," Alex interrupted.

"Yeah the Ghosts- okay and they have masks- but the thing is that the mask was his father's mask!" She finished and placed her hands on her hips, waiting for Mitchell to answer.

"Why does your dad want it?" He asked.

"Knowing my dad, he wants to turn Logan against me- which has worked so far. But, I left a letter at Logan's room, hopefully he doesn't get too...angry," She sighed and sat down on the couch. "The whole thing is bullshit and I wished my dad wasn't this much of an asshole."

Smith, who was reading the whole time, placed down his book and crossed his arms.

"Well, if Logan remembers his dad so much and still cares for him so much, why is he on Rorke's side? And why would he hate you this much?" He shrugged. "It doesn't make sense."

"I'd imagine Rorke invented some bullshit sob story to get him on his side- and it's pretty easy for him to hate me. I mean, I kinda...left him-" Angélica abruptly stood up and pointed Alex.

"Okay no, when we look at the whole thing, Rorke's to blame! You shouldn't blame yourself and hearing you talk, the Ghosts sound much friendlier," She pouted and frowned before staring at Alex.

"Say...How was Logan?" Angélica asked and Alex frowned, not sure of what she meant.

"How was…?"

"I mean how was he when you knew him? Obviously Rorke kind of...Brainwashed him in a way, so he must've been different, right? We all know him as someone really cold and stuff- it doesn't seem like you knew him like this."

"Mm well," Alex chuckled, finding it weird to have to describe someone. "Well he was pretty shy- He didn't really like to stand out. Mostly quiet and a fucking nerd in my opinion-"

Mitch frowned, "A nerd? Really?"

"Yeah- But now we really need to get that mask or else I'm kinda scared of what's gonna happen," Alex got up and pointed the dorm halls. "I get the mask and dogtags, you all watch for Logan. Good?"

They all nodded and got up while Alex walked towards Logan's room. While walking, she thought. What if he's in his room? What do I do then?

Luckily, he wasn't in his room and the note was still there. She slowly opened the door and closed herself in.

"God, even your room's a mess…" She muttered to no one in particular and started searching for what she looked for. While she was looking through his bedside table, she found a small crumbled picture of her and Logan when they were young. The state of the photo made her nauseous, knowing Logan damn well did it by himself, because of his anger. She stuffed the picture in her pocket and continued searching. Luckily, she quickly found the mask and dogtags. Alex took the letter and placed it on his pillow before running off. Here goes nothing…

Meanwhile, Logan was coming back from Rorke's office, in quite a bad mood. He could say he earned that punch, but he really didn't. All he did was laugh- at Rorke- but still, he certainly didn't deserve a beating. He sighed as he walked back to his dorm, rubbing his cheek where he had received a punch. When he opened the door, he was quite surprised to see his room almost as messy as he left it. Only it was messier and some drawers were opened. He wouldn't be surprised if someone just went in his room, but by looking at the letter- Wait a letter?

He looked at his drawers, to know if something had gone missing. He only glanced at the letter, thinking it must've been from Rorke. When he looked through his drawers, he started to panic. His dogtags weren't there- His father's mask wasn't there, two of the most important thing he owned.

He thought about what could've happened when he realized something. Logan made Alex mad earlier; Rorke warned him about her, how manipulative she was; He showed her some weakness, defended her against Rorke earlier only to get fucking punched- He quickly got out and headed towards Alex's room. He didn't find her, so he looked around the base; same result, nothing. She was gone.

The more time passed, the more Logan's anger seemed to get worse. He couldn't find her anywhere, and he feared what she could've made with his stuff- maybe she burnt them, or kept them for herself for some sick, twisted reasons. Eventually, he saw a familiar blondie walk back to her room, calmly. He followed her until she closed her door and knocked.

"Get the fuck out, we need to talk."