I sat there on Noah's bed, like a fücking statue.
Except for the fact that I was twiddling my thumbs. I felt like if I stopped moving them I would literally go insane.
It was the only thing I could do to not let my worries completely destroy my mental health. What had I done?
Stupid, stupid, STUPID!
I let Logan comfort me and it totally misled him. Yes, I had always liked him but not enough to want to be with him and ruin everything that Noah and I had.
I just wanted Logan to be a friend. Noah was right all along, he somehow knew Logan would pull something eventually. This is why he was always worried about me being alone in the house with him.
Being in love with someone was different than having a stupid, little crush.
I had never felt this dumb before. I should have said no
