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Warnings: Cussing and mild violence

AN: I don't own anything except the plot.

Logan's P.O.V.

I looked down at our hands, intertwined in each other, holding the other tightly. I raised our joined hands up and grazed my lips over her knuckles. She smiled. Just the upward curl of her lips made me light up. "I love you," I said without any hesitation.

She smiled wider. "I love you, too," she answers almost instantly. I smile back. We walk hand in hand through the lobby. People are staring, I know it. Their eyes are glued to Camille as we pass by. A mom gasps, covering her eyes with one hand and the other covers her son's eyes.

"Let's go, Carter," she whispers harshly as she hustles by, her son in tow. I want to go yell at her, but I can't bring myself to leave Camille.

That not it. People are staring at her, as if she was some kind of monster, as if they were suddenly afraid of her. I look at Camille. Her head is down and I know that she's starting to cry. I pull her close, my arm wrapping around her narrow shoulders.

"Logan, they're staring. It feels as if my back's on fire," she whispers and I pull her impossibly closer.

"I know, baby. Try to ignore them okay?" I say, kissing her temple. She doesn't answer, but I know she heard me. I was staring at her, I knew, just like everyone else, but my stare was different. I was staring because she was beautiful, because of how strong she was. I guess I was too caught up in her, because the next thing I knew, I bumped into someone. Camille stiffens underneath my touch but I ignore it, shrugging it off. Instead, I reach down and help the boy pick his stuff up.

"I'm so sorry," I apologize, "I should have… Steve," I growl when the boy's face is visible. "What are you doing here?" I snarl, "Still have enough pride to show your face in public?"

"What about you, Mitchell? Still have enough pride to walk around with… that?" he asks, an evil smile forming.

Furious, I clench and unclench my fist to keep my anger in check. "What did you say?" I ask angrily, almost loosing control of my anger. I step forward so that I'm in his face.

"I mean, why do hang out with... this?" he walks over, twirling one of Camille's curl around one of his fingers, just faintly touching her cheek.

"Don't. Touch. Her," I sneer, smacking his hand away. Camille, fear evident in her eyes, steps back, away from the both of us.

"You're right, why should I want to dirty my hands by touching a little whore like her? I mean, look at her. She's a little slut. Who knows how many people have touched the dirty thing?" he asks, feigning disgust. He smirks, knowing he's hit a weak spot in both me and Camille. I lunge, throwing irregular punches, taking out my anger out on him.

"Don't ever fucking touch her or call her that again, or I swear, you'll be sorry," I threaten, punching him. Punch. I flinch at the sound but quickly recover.

My blows are weakening, but I don't stop. He takes it as his chance and flips me over, throwing punches as well. One hits me square in the jaw, causing me to rub the already bruising spot tenderly.

Rage builds up within me, and adrenaline runs through my veins. I flip him over so that he's underneath me again and pound him stomach hard.

"Ugh," he groans, the sound satisfying me more than anything. "Get off of me you freak!"

"Don't ever say ever call her that again. Hell, you better not even look at her." Suddenly, I'm pulled back. I look up to meet the chocolate brown eyes of Camille.

"What are you doing?" she whispers harshly, "I told you not to do anything stupid, he's not worth it." She tugs me up, bringing me up to my feet. I bring her to me in an attempt to ease her anger. I pull her close to me, my arms encircling her petite waist as her own arms involuntarily wrap around me.

"Let's just go, Cam," I tell her clasping her hand in mine. I begin to head towards the elevator when I'm pulled back. I turn around. "What?" I ask, confused.

"No, I need some answers first." And before I can ask what she means by that, she lets go of my hand, turning on her heel to walk towards Steve. I follow her. "Steve?"

"What you came back for a little bit of this?" he asks, referring to his body. I step forward, ready to attack again when Camille rest a hand on my forearm.

"Relax, Logan," she tells me. "No, Steve, I didn't. I want to ask you some questions."

"Ugh, ask away," he groans as he struggles to stand up. I smile. I hit him hard.

"Why did you tell? Do you really hate me that much?" she asks, hurt. I look around and see no one. They must have scattered when the fight began.

His expression, surprisingly, softens. "No, I don't hate you. But, he," he points a finger at me accusingly, "got in the way. He ruined what we had. I loved you, and you dumped me for him," he spat, as if he was unable to say my name.

"Steve," she plead, "we never had anything. It was always Logan. I never knew you loved me," she concludes softly.

He stares at us, enraged. "Damn it, I know! I fucking loved you and you ran to him! Him! What did he have that I didn't? Huh, Camille? Can you answer that?" Furious, he shoots his hands out and pushes her back, causing her to stumble over her feet. I catch her, shooting him a dirty look. I begin to say something, but I'm cut off.

"I-I don't know what to say. I don't forgive you, but I am sorry. I should have never led you on. But, Steve, I loved him and I'll never stop."

"Damn right you shouldn't have. I fell in love with you, only to lose you in the end. So, I'm not going to apologize and I'm not going to forgive you either. Do me a favor, Camille, stay the fuck out of my life, because if you don't I'll fall more in love with you."

It was then that realization hit me. He told the world because he thought that if Camille hated him, his love for her would lessen, that it would be easier for him to let go of someone he could never have. That was the reason, and quite honestly, I felt a mixture of emotions towards him. A part of me wanted to forgive him and let him move on because I understood the positions he was in and another, larger part of me wanted me to attack him all over again.

"Goodbye, Camille," he mutters as he looks away and exits the lobby. I didn't stop him, nor did I threaten him. Instead, I simply watch him walk away. I fumble around, my eyes still glued to Steve until he turns around the corner, and intertwine my fingers with Camille's once again.

I lean in a kiss her cheek. "You did good, Cam." She nods, still looking ahead and not at me. "That was enough drama for today, don't you think? You wanna go up and take a nap?" I ask, hopeful.

Sighing, she runs a hard through her dark brown curls, "Yeah, I'm done for today. Let's go." Our hands, still clasped together, was what was still keeping us together. Maybe that was all we needed sometimes. Each other.

I have NO idea where that came from. That wasn't even supposed to happen, but I think I like it. I'm not too sure about this chapter, I honestly don't know if it met any expectations of yours. I hope it did though. I'm so stoked for the next chapter, I have a ton of ideas and it's probably going to be long, I need to go start writing it or else I'll explode of excitement.

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