(A/N: Anne-Marie & James Arthur - Rewrite the stars ) Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You’d be the one I was meant to find It’s up to you, and it’s up to me No one can say what we get to be So why - Someone's fingertips briefly touched my earlobe before one of my earbuds was pulled out of my ear. With startled eyes, I turn my head to look at Logan. “Yes?” I asked, pausing the music on my phone. Logan returned his gaze to the road after a brief glance back at me. “I said we'd stop at the gas station to get some supplies for the trip. “Are you fine with that?” He inquired, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the song on the radio. “Sure,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. We began our

A/N: This chapter by no means is to trigger anyone in any shape, size, or form. This is a fictional story and all scenes and actions are only for entertainment purposes. Please do not take any words or thoughts seriously and act upon them.    (Third POV) Logan's car raced down the streets of New York like a flash of lightning, pressing hard on the gas pedal. Logan doesn't care if he's going over the speed limit or if he'll get a ticket; all he cares about right now is getting to Karolia as soon as possible. Logan's heart was pounding at a rate of ten miles per second. He had no idea what had happened to her, which made him even more conflicted. Karolia assured him that there were people around her and that she was in a reasonably safe location, but this did not calm Logan down. Hearing her sobs only fueled his desire to slam on the brakes. When he saw the name EAT-OUT in big bold letters, he

As I sit nervously in the backseat of the expensive Maserati Levante, I notice the busy streets of New York. I awoke alone in bed this morning, with the events of the day before still fresh in my mind. I expected to wake up with Logan's warm hands wrapped around me like a cocoon, but I was disappointed when I didn't find him in the apartment. But, much to my surprise, he texted me around eight o'clock, asking me to come to his office within an hour to discuss something important with him. Seeing that message reminded me of something I'd seen before, and now I'm on my way to his office. I bit my lower lip in nervousness as William dropped me in front of Logan's office. I scan my surroundings, and it was just as busy as I remembered, with people hurrying to get to work. The last time I came here, things didn't go so well, but given how Logan texted me with his infamous endearment 'love,' I'm hoping this time won't be the same. I walk towards the reception area after en

If you ask me which is the most boring subject I've ever studied, I'd say Economics without hesitation. Right now, I'm doing everything I can to keep my eyes open. Looking around the room, I notice that some students in the last row are either asleep or on their phones. Some are trying to stay awake, like me, and a few are completely engrossed in the subject, which is admirable. Mrs. Franks isn't concerned with how many students are listening to her lecture; she's only concerned with how many are in the class. I tolerated this class because I needed to be there. I suppose that is the only reason why so many students are present here. It's even more boring because Scar and Tyler don't have the same schedule as me today. So I'll just have to sit here for an hour and a half, brooding. If I had the choice between economics and accounting, I would take the accounting in a heartbeat. It's not my favorite subject, but I don't have a choice because I'm majoring in Business Studies.

“Heads up!” Logan exclaimed at me before I noticed a piece of cake charging at me. Even though it only took two seconds, it felt like it took a minute as if it was happening in slow motion, but my reflex wasn't working as I stood frozen on the ground with my eyes widened. SPLASH! The creamy substance landed on my forehead before slid down my face and onto the floor. Logan's loud laughter filled the entire kitchen, and I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth in rage. I wiped the frost from my eyes and looked at Watson, who was hunched over and laughing his head off. I took advantage of the situation by taking an egg from the carton and walking two steps up to him before cracking it into his hair. The tables have now been turned. While Logan was glaring at me, I was laughing at him as the slimy egg fell from his head down onto the side of his face. However, I noticed his surprised expression changing into a well-known mischievous one. When I noticed him looking at the bowl of flou