A/N: I am deeply sorry to all the readers I kept waiting for this chapter. For months, this chapter has constantly been on my mind, however, when I went to write, I couldn't. This chapter was super hard to write because I struggled coming up with content I was happy with and content that, you, the reader, would enjoy. After months of trying to write, this chapter is finally completed and I hope you all enjoy!!

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It's been a week since Logan took me to the symphony. I never asked if it was a date, but it felt like one, not that I would know what a date feels like. I've never been on one. Now that I think about it, I don't know what it feels like to be in a relationship. With Nate, we never went anywhere or did anything. He only used me here and there. I know I promised myself I wouldn't let my feelings get in the way of anything, but with Logan I couldn't do anything about it. It was more his choice than mine.

Nate hasn't done anything in the past week—which is surprising—but I feel like I'm just waiting for him to do something stupid. On the other hand, Logan hasn't done anything either. After we held hands, that's all that's happened. He hasn't tried to kiss me, or even ask me out again. So far I've spent an entire week wondering if he hated last Friday night so much that he's totally changed his mind and just wants to be friends. He seems normal, but I've noticed a few times where he looks like he's going to say something, but he doesn't.

I was getting my books at my locker when I could feel his presence in the hallway. I smiled to myself hiding behind my locker door and then closed it. My shoulder leaned against the locker and I watched him making his way through the hallway. Logan had become the schools "golden boy". Every teacher loved him, every girl wanted to be with him, and every boy smiled at him like they wanted him to be their friend--which they did. Logan's eyes wondered the hall while people greeted him as he made his way closer to me. As his eyes landed on me, he smirked with determination while he shortened the distance between us.

"Hey," he voiced softly as he stood inches away from my face with a sincere smile tugging at his lips.

"Hi."

"Don't make any plans tonight, okay?" He looked down at my books and took them out of my hands. Logan carried them with one hand and took my hand in the other. I followed him as he started walking.

"Sorry, I already have plans," I replied trying to hide a smile.

"You're kidding, please tell me that's a joke," he glanced down to me with a worried look.

"Yes I'm kidding, why? What are we doing?"

"It's a surprise."

"Is it something something bad?" I asked feeling concerned.

"I don't think so," he answered as we approached my fourth period class.

"Jeez, I'm nervous now."

"Don't be, I'll pick you up at seven," he handed me my books as we stood just outside the door.

"Okay . . . bye," I shot a smile and turned around to leave, but he didn't let go of my hand. He pulled me back and backed me up against the lockers. "What--" suddenly his warm lips were softly pressed against mine. It was a short kiss, but a deep one.

I bit my lip as he kept smiling as if he knew the effect he had on me, "See you tonight, Jones."

I nodded while stupidly smiling at him and walked into the class. I sat down and looked at the doorway only to notice Logan leaning against the wall outside. He kept his gaze on me and I gestured him with my hand to go. He took out his phone from his pocket and typed something while smiling at the screen.

I looked down at my vibrating phone, "I don't want to go," it read.

"You're gonna be late for class," I replied.

"But I like looking at you, you're pretty," I felt as if my face was on fire as I read his text.

"If you don't leave, I'm not going with you tonight," I texted knowing he'd leave. His eyes widened and his mouth opened as if he couldn't believe I manipulated him through a text message. He smiled at me and turned around.

"Hey, did you want to hang out tonight?" Frankie asked as he sat down beside me.

I blushed while sporting a big smile across my face,"sorry, I have plans."

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"So can I now know where we're going?" I asked Logan. He picked me up exactly at seven and at this point, we've been driving for a good forty minutes.

"Um," he paused to think, "no." A smiled appeared on his face as if he was enjoying watching me suffer.

He smiled then grabbed my left hand with his right, then intertwined our fingers together. I looked at him and smiled. He must've sensed I was smiling at him because he smiled back while keeping his eyes on the road. I turned up the radio and Tiny Dancer came on. We screamed at the top of our lungs to the lyrics "count the headlights on the highway" as he drove us to this mysterious place he was taking us to.

As we approached the road signs, he was taking me somewheres by New York. About 15 minutes went by and he told me to close my eyes. I trusted him, so I closed my eyes the car stopped. I heard him get out of the car and close his door, then suddenly my door opened and I assumed he opened it.

"Okay, keep them closed," I heard him say and I carefully got out of the car and he shut the door for me. I felt Logan's grip on my arm and he lead me to wherever he planned while I was fighting the urge not to take a peak. A few moments later we both stopped and I felt him let go.

"Can I open now?" I asked anxiously, ready to open my eyes even if he said no.

"Yes, open them."

I reluctantly opened my right eye, then once I knew what I was looking at, I opened my left. Logan brought me to stand in front of a railing and beyond that was miles of water that had reflections of lights decorating the surface. The skyline of manhattan was lit up and was the focus of the breath taking view. Once I finished taking in the scenery, I turned to Logan, standing closely to my right. He was looking at me with an unforgettable smile, which in return, automatically made me smile back. If he kept doing things like this, not falling for him wasn't an option.

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We were parked in my driveway and it was silent for a few moments. In my periphery I could see him looking down and grinning while I was also doing the same thing.

"I like you," I heard myself blurt out. We both raced to face each other after that not-so-subtle statement. "Like I really, really lik--," my words went silent as he reached over the glove compartment and planted a soft kiss against my lips. This one wasn't like the either ones; It was slow and uncomplicated and as soon as he pulled away, I wanted him to do it again.

"I like you too," he blinked slowly, keeping his gaze glued to my eyes.

"But what is this? What are we doing? You say that and I thought I was okay with this: you not being ready for a relationship, but I'm not okay with it. I want more," I admitted as the grin slowly faded off his face. He sat back in his seat and looked forward while pausing to think.

"Jones, I love everything about you; your eyes and how they're blue, but get more of an aqua green as you get closer to the pupil; I love the way you look in the morning and how peaceful you look when you're falling asleep; I love how your obsessed with blueberry jam and always have to have your sandwiches cut diagonally; I love how your hair smells after you've taken a shower; I love kissing you and hugging you and holding your hand and you just being with me, I love that--" he then turned towards me, "And I love you, that's how I feel and I hope that's enough for you."

My eyes started to sting as I felt tears flooding my eye, "then why do we have to be friends? Why can't this be more than just a friendship? I love you Logan and that's not going to change anytime soon so why--" he interrupted me again, but this time it wasn't with a soft kiss.

"Because we just can't. I can't. You know how I feel so why can't you just accept this for now?" he asked, his voice sounding a little louder than usual.

"So what was all this? For the past two months, what have we been doing? Did you just do all this so we could be friends? Or is that you're scared to commit to one person, because if you do that, then you won't be able to sleep around? You know--"

"Is that what you think of of me? Cause if that's what you really think, then that fucking hurts Stella. It hurts a lot. I just told you how I felt about you and go think that kind of shit? Who do you think I am? I haven't been able to even have a simple conversation with a girl without thinking about you—let alone fucking sleep around."

"Then, why? Why are you doing all this to me? Is this just a game to you? Toying me around like I'm some sort of naive little girl who doesn't understand how guys like you work. I don't care what you just said to me, because what you said and what you're doing now doesn't make any sense''--I felt a tear slip out of my eye--"I can't believe you're saying this right now. Does anything that happened between us just not matter anymore. The night in your car after the party; the night at the cafe; the night we slept in the same bed; the orchestra; tonight. Was it just not enough for you? Was I . . . Am I . . . not good enough for you?" I felt constant tears running down my face and what hurt even more was he wasn't brushing them away like he used to.

"Stella, those things-- wait, what are you doing?" Logan asked, sounding worried. I opened up the glove compartment to see if could find tissues or even a napkin would suffice to wipe the constant tears spilling from my tired eyes. His hands went to stop mine from digging, but it was too late. I found what I'm guessing he didn't want me to see.

"What are all these?" My eyes met his face which had the look of worry plastered all over it. I looked back down to my hands which had at least half a dozen of IDs. They all had Logan's face on it, but all the information was different: his name, his address, date of birth, everything. I felt a wave of uneasiness as I realized these were all fake and suddenly, started to feel light headed. All the possible solutions were running through my head.

"Stella, I can explain, I--" he started, but there was no way I was letting him finish. I was scared.

"No, don't. Don't explain, don't even talk to me," I wanted to get out f this car right now. "Don't come near me, my friends, or come to my house . . . or anything, just . . .please," I raced to open the car door and as soon as I was able to get out, I shut it and ran to open the door to my house ignoring Logan calling my name repeatedly.

I jammed my key as fast as I could possibly get them into the lock on the door. When it opened, I didn't even look back to see where Logan was—I swiftly ran into the house and shut the door, locking it behind me. The feeling of fear swept through my body and it was the only emotion I could feel. I leaned my back against the door and bent my knees to slowly fall to the floor. Tears kept strolling down my face and I thought about everything that just happened with Logan. He'd been lying to me, keeping secrets from me all this time. I don't even know if Logan is his real name, but I cried a little more when the realization hit me. It was over. Everything that was ever done or said between us—everything was over.