Life of the Party
Logan I hate mixing things. Especially drinks, because sometimes they turn out horrible. And right now, I had a whole whirlwind of a mixture of feelings in my gut. Why was I holding London's hand? Why did I want her to come to this drunken mess of a party? Why was I always drawn back to her again and again even after I always pulled myself away? I knew an answer, but it wasn't something I wanted to admit. I would hurt her if I followed that overwhelming gut feeling. The one that had appeared when we went to Autumn's party and had never gone away. Ever since then, it was getting harder and harder to control myself. I needed a drink. This was supposed to be a realxing evening. There was a reason I had stayed in my room until London had come over. Once in the kitchen, ignoring the guy d
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