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18. Unbosom
The leaves fell to the ground, adorning the streets and sidewalks with their vibrant gold and red hues. Through the glass window of Logan's sleek black Audi A4, as he slowly weaves through New York traffic, I watch the trees dance in the autumn breeze.
The small world inside this car, the world that only consists of me and Logan, is packed with a tense and dull atmosphere, in contrast to the calm and happy spirit that followed the world outside the car. I haven't said anything to him except nod when he asked if he could drop me off at University because I was running late this morning. I would have taken a ride with Scarlet if she hadn't had to leave with Patrick so early this morning.
I'm not angry with Logan for yesterday's prank; I believe I showed my displeasure by slapping him, but I've decided that from now on, it's better to give him the cold shoulder because Natasha's words kept nagging at me the entire time.
'You don't even have a right to b
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