Piper's POV

I was sitting on the counter in the bathroom, fresh out of tears. I didn't even bother to wash the mascara off my cheeks, the blood off my face, or the frown off my lips.

I heard knocking on the bathroom door. A smidge weird, to say the least.

Logan's voice came through the cracks.

"I know you're still in there. Is anyone else?"

I remained quiet, not caring if he thought I was ignoring him.

"I'll take that as a no."

He opened the door and walked over to me, with the good sense to keep his hands in his pockets.

"Wanna talk?"

I stayed silent, staring at the wall. Maybe if I made myself believe it, the world would just open up and swallow me whole.

Finally getting that no, in fact, I didn't want to talk, Logan hopped up and sat next to me, staring the same way I was. After a few minutes, he started humming "Barbie Girl" under his breath. I cracked a smile; that was so Logan.

"There we go." He grinned. He slowly reached for my hand, giving me more than enough time to stop him if I so chose… but I didn't.

I stared into his eyes, trying to figure out what he wanted. He stared right back, suppressing a smile. I couldn't help but laugh, and bam! Out came the signature lopsided grin.

I hopped off the counter and he followed my lead, my hand still in his. He told me that they got Kendall and James to keep their hands to themselves. He looked at me in the following silence, as if waiting for me to say something.

"He didn't hit me."

Logan nodded.

"It was an accident."

He nodded again.

I sighed and told him what happened, and it almost felt like I was confessing to something. I felt guilt as I explained to him, but after that… like a weight had been lifted. He gave me a hug and we walked out hand in hand, the oddest couple you've seen; dirty and disheveled holding bloody and bruised.

It was fun.

James's POV

I messed up. After they pulled Kendall off of me, I realized what had happened. Plain and simple, I messed up.

I hurt her heart in the club.

I hurt her body in the parking lot.

I hurt her cousin on the ground.

But most of all, I hurt my chances with her.

I'll admit, at first, I kissed Lacie back. But I stopped! Shouldn't that count for something? All I tried to do was fix things, but it was like I just killed her best friend or something; she wanted nothing to do with me.

I tried to explain myself to Kendall, but he didn't want to hear it. Just like her. He made the same face. Disappointed. Disgusted. Distrusting. Distant. And for the time being, there was nothing I could do about it.

Once upon a time, I heard that life wasn't fair.

I never knew that it was mean, too.