Gianna Ossen.
Logan stepped towards me. I slowly stepped back. How could he be here? Didn't I say that I didn't need to be picked up by him? Logan slowly got closer, and I had to stop because the back of my body hit someone's car.
"Oh, f**k!" My back was in quite a bit of pain.
Logan looked at me seriously. What was going through his mind? Was he angry? I could never figure out Logan's way of expressing himself.
"Why are you here?" I asked. For whatever reason, I suddenly became nervous.
"Who was that flirty guy?" Logan answered me with a question.
Huh, this sucks. Why is he acting like a father stalking his daughter? He doesn't love me, and neither do I, but why is he so possessive.
"Friend," I answered.
"Friend?" Logan's eyebrows rose. "One day into college, and you already have
