It had been weeks since the party with Erika’s family, and weeks since I had seen Logan’s face in person. I say in person because it had also been weeks since I had started seeing his face every time my head hit a pillow. Not always his full face, sometimes it was just his eyes. Those eyes that kept me completely absorbed and drowned me.
It was sad really. I had it so bad for this guy and I knew nothing about him other than how disgustingly obsessed I was with him, and how I would never get a chance to be with him. I couldn’t even talk about him with Erika either. Each time I tried she would shut down the conversation with a snappy “Leave it alone,” or “Stop thinking about him.” She continuously reminded me that he was no good and to steer clear. So eventually I gave up talking about him
