A/N: *Hides behind the sofa* This chapter is incredibly late, i know. And to make matters worse, it is also very short and I apologise profusely for that. However, I am out of school fro Christmas and I will hopefully be able to upload a longer chapter with better content sometime this month. In between revising for my mock exams that is. So here it is, a very crap chapter. Sorry!
Chapter 21
*Natalee's POV*
In the following three days, I skipped out on sessions with Logan. I knew I shouldn't have because I really needed to protect myself but I simply couldn't face him. The memory of his kiss haunted my dreams which made it all the more difficult to avoid him. Occasionally, I would space out and remember the feel of his rough lips against mine before someone knocked me out of my daydreams. I usually emerged red faced and dreamy eyed and people, namely Kitty and Peter, gave me odds looks, as though questioning my sanity.
That's what they were doing on the Saturday morning after the incident. I had been googly eyed and dazed and they looked at me with large, questioning eyes.
"Are you sure you're okay, Natalee? That's the third time today you've spaced out." Kitty sounded concerned. "Is it something to do with your mutation? Is Logan helping you with it?"
My eyes shot to hers. "I don't need his help! This is nothing to do with him!" I snapped and felt immediately guilty for it when I saw her face. "I'm sorry, Kitty. Logan can't help me. I just haven't been sleeping very well. That's all."
Both her and Peter smiled at me sympathetically. "I'm sure you'll be fine, Natalee. You always bounce back." Peter commented. He always saw the positives.
"Thanks Peter." I checked the time on my phone. "Look I gotta go. But I'll talk to you both later okay?" They nodded. "Okay, bye guys." They waved at me as I left the room.
I wasn't entirely sure where I was going. I just didn't want to discuss my current situation with them. At least not yet. I decided to head back to my room. My solace at that moment in time.
As I was walking, I felt as though I had eyes on me, but just shrugged it off and put it down to my paranoia.
*Logan's POV*
Natalee hadn't shown up to her sessions and I knew why. I hated the fact that it was my fault. I hadn't told the Professor but he probably already knew. Nosy bastard. But that wasn't what bothered me. It was the fact that I knew Natalee was avoiding me.
I had settled for watching her from afar. I know that sounds a bit off but I couldn't handle not seeing her. After she ran out on me, I felt like absolutely nothing for once in my life. I didn't like it and I needed to see she was okay. She looked dazed often and it made me wish I was a mind reader so I'd know what she was thinking about.
On that Saturday morning, I heard her conversation with her friends and it nearly made me flinch when I heard the venom in her voice. I didn't want her to feel that way towards me. Not at all.
I hid around the corner when she left the room. Her copper coloured ears shone in the sunlight and were a significant contrast to her dark hair. Her lovely eyes were empty of the glow that was almost always present. I sounded like a lovesick puppy after one kiss. Christ, imagine what I'd be like if it had been more than a kiss.
She stiffened for a second before continuing on her way. I wanted to follow her but decided against it. Instead, I headed to the last place she'd actually spoken to me. The gym.
A/N: Please don't hurt me. I told you it was crap and Logan is quite OOC here. So yeah. If I don't upload before Wednesday, Happy Christmas to you all.