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"Sharron, I'm tired of you!"

Sharron shot me a look. A look that she'd been waiting to give me ever since she got into the car.

"Just shut up, OKAY?" I yelled at her. "Baby this, Logan Junior that, future this, us that, shut the hell up." My face began to sting. "I'm the girlfriend and I deserve the respect as such. He left you!"

"And he came right back!" Sharron spat out. 

"And regretted every second of it!" I shot back. "If he really wanted you, he'd be with you right now, Sharron! Don't use this pregnancy BS as an excuse that he and you are ever getting back together!" I began, and my mouth didn't stop. "Your a low life, sad, lonely, and desperate girl who has nothing else better to do than to stalk your ex who's obviously doing better with his life!" 

Everyone else sat silent in the car, including Sharron. 

"That prom crap you pulled - come on! Your supposed to be in college right now, doing something with your life! Following us in the store, what are the odds of that? I knew you tracked us down somehow just to cause some type of drama!"

Sharron's eyes lowered. I couldn't tell if she was so pissed off, or she knew I was right. 

"I'm only 16 and I play a more mature roll than you! Maybe that's why Logan left you! Because your an immature cunt!" I shut my mouth, and I was finally done. Sharron's lip quivered. She flinched a bit, as if in aftershock of my storm. Then I realized, I wasn't going to stop there. She deserved a lot more than a few nasty words being thrown at her. "Oh, now your quiet now? Are you going to play the innocent roll since Logan's grandmother and grandfather are in the car? Atleast have enough respect to show your true colors! Everyone needs to know the horrible, evil, wicked girl you are inside!" Sharron starred at me in shock. "Get over Logan, because he's gotten over you! Yeah, he's going to stay with you until he gets a place of his home, but I swear on my Uncle Kimmel's grave," I leaned in and whispered to her in a slow and steady tone, "If you try anything. Anything. With Logan, as small as a simple touch, Alexis will tell me. And when she does, I'll be pulled up at your house. Ready to start war. And this time, I will finish it."

We were pulled up at the hotel, and I opened my door to air out my anger. I left a thick cloud of tension and shock in the car, but I didn't care. I walked across the driveway infront of the hotel into a small lawn of grass. I folded my arms and took deep breathes. My heart rate slowed down, and my face didn't tingle as much anymore. 

From behind me, I heard foot steps in grass approach me. Slow steps. I was expecting Logan, but it was Grammy. I quickly wiped my tears of frustration away before fully turning around. If she was going to scold me, I would take it. She looked up at me, and adjusted her glasses. Here it comes.... I thought.

Then, a smile exploded from her face. "You told Sharry off Deary, what a show!" 

I stood back, in wide eyes. She was applauding me?

"Never have I seen a girl of Logan's so mighty and demanding! A girl with a backbone! We've been wanting him to get a girl like you for some time now. You exploded on Sharron like a ticking bomb, I tell ya!" She patted me on the back. I awkwardly smiled and nodded.

I didn't know what to say...

"Deary, don't let the exes get to you. Especially the jealous ones!" She said, rolling her eyes. "I remember back in 1920, right after having my oldest son, Michael, I had to deal with Joe's jelouse ex, Mickey." She looked up to the skies as if watching a mini movie clip being shown from her memories. "Mickey...She was known for getting around. And it just so happened that Mickey wanted to really settle down with Joe. She broke his heart, and wanted to come crawling back once she saw that he was doing good for himself, with a good lassy, a son, a happy family."

I sniffed before asking, "What did you do?"

"Well, in the beginning, I let Joe deal with it. I trusted him enough to make it clear to that woman that he was happy and taken now."
"Did he tell her?"
"He told her, but she didn't get the picture. She still pursued him. Pursued him like a wild chicken chase, I tell ya."

"What did you do then?" I asked.

"I did what any other young woman should do: Sit down and talk to her. After having a cup of tea, explaining my plans with Joe and Michael for the future, Mickey still didn't listen. She was a stuborn as a rock in a dreary land. So, we took things to another level."

"Another level?"

"I exploded, similar to what you did in there. I told her what she needed to hear. I was done sugar coating, and I was done sweeting things up for the gal. After hearing what she needed, she took that, and finally gave up."

That gave me so much hope. Infact, that convinced me enough that Sharron would drop all of this and leave Logan and I alone. But either way, she'd still be in our lives...

"Thanks, Grammy." I smiled, and gave the little woman a sweet hug.

"Anytime, Deary. I like you." she smiled. "I wish you and my Logy the best." She lightly squeezed my hand before walking back to the car, where the hotel workers escorted her and Joe into the hotel with there things. Coming from the checkout was Logan. He stood outside, and idly shifted his weight back and forth. I eyed him, until our eyes met. He didn't waist anytime to start heading over to me.

I know I was suppoed to be mature, but I couldn't help it!

I'm sorry I lost my cool. Sharron was just asking for it.

I exploded, okay? You would have done the same thing.

All these combacks and excuses started to form in my head as he got closer to me. I took in a breath, and this time I held it. 

Logan approached me, and without a word, he took me in his arms and kissed me with so much passion. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and nudged me closer to him. My eyes fluttered, and nearly rolled to the back of my head. Moments went by, until we broke apart for a breath.

"Demanding. Serious. Feisty..." Logan said as he looked at both of my eyes, with a light smile. "You don't know how much of a turn on that is."

I smiled. I wanted to comment, but I decided to curve the conversation a bit more. "That was a side of me that I never knew I had."

"I would love to see that side more often."
"I thought you wanted me to play cool?" 

"I did, but that - that was well played. Sharron didn't blow up from what you said. I'm actually surprised at that. She usually would have been trying to rip your face off.  I was sitting in the front seat, ready to break up a fight at any moment. But she didn't do any of that."

I bit my lip. "Why do you think that is?"

Logan shrugged. "I think something clicked. I'm not sure what though,"

"Did you talk to her?" I asked.

"No, not really... She's still in the car. Joe and my Grammy went into their hotel to settle in."

"Maybe you should go talk to her..." I said, murmuring.

"Me? Why?"

"Well I can't talk to her. I refuse to. So that just leaves you."

Logan sighed as if he didnt feel like doing a chore. "Fine, fine. Okay."

"I'll go upstairs to help your grandparents." I kiss him lightly on the cheek. "Your grammy by the way is adorable. I love her already."
Logan grinned. "I can tell she loves you too."

***************Logan******************

"Hey."
She sniffed. "Hey."

I peaked in from the driver's side of the window and rested my elbows from the outside. "You okay?"

Sharron sniffed and looked at me with baggy red eyes. "Do I look okay?"

"Not really."

Sharron shook her head. "She's right....too right to put into words."
"What do you mean?" 

"The desperate thing. The jealous thing. Everything. I just can't..."
"You can't what?"
"I can't get over you, Logan." She looked up and shared a very long stare with me. 

"I know, Sharron, but that's no excuse to make my life miserable. And Brianna's. And even my sister's."

"Love makes us do crazy things, Logan..." 

"Love? Or is it lust?" I corrected.

"Lust? You really think I'm doing all of this just to sleep with you?"
"Pretty much, yeah. And it worked."

"Well if it was just for lust, do you seriously think I'd still be here after we slept together?"
I stood quiet. I stood corrected. Sharron was right. How could she still love me after all of this time?

"But why? Why do you still love me?"
"What's not to love?" I walked around and got in the car next to her. "Your handsome, charming, funny, clever..."
I smiled with a lot of ego. Then my mind flashed to why we broke up in the first place... Sharron ended it with me. She kicked me to the curb. So this was just karma doing her do's. My grin faded and I looked at my palms. "Yeah, well thanks. When we were together, you took advantage of that though."
"I know, and I'm sorry. I was dumb for not seeing how amazing you were. How perfect you were. I just need one more chance."
"It's to late for a third chance Sharron."

"It's never to late to rebuild what he have Logan. I promise you. Brianna can understand. With this baby, who knows what will happen while we're raising it - "
"Sharron, c'mon. I'm not that type of guy anymore." I said with a long sigh. " I'll be there for the baby, but I can't and I refuse to leave Brianna on the curb like that. If anyone deserves that, it's you."

I continued to spit out the truth to Sharron, just as Brianna did. It stung, but she needed to face the truth. "You treated me like sh*t. I got on my knees for you. You thought I was too clingy, right?"
"Yes, but  I was wrong. Very wrong. Please, Logan. I can change."
"No, Sharron. Don't do this. Not while I'm here with my Grandparents. Why can't we be friends? Remember that friendship we had before we had the relationship? I loved that. What happened to that?"
"You mean those late movie nights? Popcorn fights and prank calls?" Sharron said, followed by a small chuckle. 

"Yeah. Exactly that. What happened to that?"
"I don't know... If we do get back to that, Brianna would feel a certain way.."
"Well Sharron, as long as you vowel never to try anything sneaky with me, and be pure friends, Brianna will eventually trust you and know you won't try anything. You have to gain that trust, and now respect from her. She's my girlfriend. I hope you know she comes first."

"She comes first? As in before me?" Sharron had an expression of disbelief. "But I was here first, Logan! Over four years have we known each other!"

"But it's hard to put you first when you play the role of the jealous ex. No one likes the jealous ex. Now your the jealous ex that seduced me, causing you to be pregnant. And that punctured a huge hole in my current relationship with Brianna. I really think that she's going to break up with me sooner or later now." As I thought about that, my blood pressure seemed to rise. I was slowly getting upset towards Sharron as I flashed back to our argument the night of my mom's death.

"In fact, that's really messed up. How you have no sympathy for her nor do you have sympathy for me. Which is sad! All you think about is yourself Sharron, and you have no care for your actions. Now I might have to live with a girl that I really love because the one that broke my heart was acting like a slut!" I spat out. That last point was too harsh. I quickly realized that once I said it. 

Sharron's eye twitched, and she looked at both of my eyes. "A slut?" she murmured. 

"Wait...Sharron, I didn't mean-"

SLAAAAAAAPPPPPP ! 

Before I slightly regained my consciousness, Sharron was getting out the car, and my left cheek stung like a bee. 

"Sharron, c'mon! Wait!" I got out and walked after her. "C'mon. I got a little carried away with that last thing," I tried to explain, but she was already on the phone. 

"Who are you calling?" I asked, as I began to come upon who she was calling. I was hoping it wasn't him.

She ignored me and waited for the other line to pick up.

"Hello? Michael?" Sharron spoke.

My eyes widened. "Michael?!" I said. 

"Yes, I'm here at DESA Hotel. I need you to come pick me up," 

I nervously combed my fingers through my hair. This can't be good. "Sharron, c'mon, I can take you home-"

"I also need you to handle some business for me."

"Oh God, no. Sharron, stop!"

"Yes. Logan, remember him?"

"....you mean that douch-bag ex of yours that I can't stand...? What about him...?" I could clearly pick up the voice of her older brother, Michael. The one that hated my guts. 

"Sharron, you don't want to do that. Stop it now." I warned her.  I tried to reach for her phone.

"Logan, stop it! Get off me!" She squeeled as if I was attacking her. She caused a scene, as usual. My mind could only focus on what was about to go down.  When Sharron needed business done, that always meant that someone was going to the hospital, and in some cases, lay in a grave. Michael did some serious damage to guys like me. 

"Yes, him. Well he put his hands on me and called me a slut!" She whined.

"What!?" I gestured my hands on my head, and gestured to Sharron. "What?! I didn't - Oh my God."

"....He did what!?" Was all I could pick up under the side. 

"Yes. Your bringing Melo? Tell him I said hi!" Sharron giggled as if she wasn't about to get me jumped, possibly killed. "He might try to leave. But you know where he lives, right?"

"Sharron!" 

I couldn't believe my ears. Not only was I trying to pursuit my mother's killer, but now my killer is after me. I ran into the hotel to get Brianna. 

"Owh yeah, and bring the girls!" Sharron yelled over the phone, making sure I heard as I ran inside. "I want them to do some serious damage to his little girlfriend too!" She snickered and laughed as I ran inside. I quickly looked for Brianna.

"Hey, Um, did a girl with blond hair walk through here?" I asked frantically.
"Yes, sir." The thin middle aged woman said with a huge customer service type smile. "She went up to suit 32."

"Thanks!" I said as I raced up the hall to the elevators. I clicked the buttons several times before realizing that it was going to slow me down. I ditched the elevator and made my way up the long steps. They were on the fourth floor. That meant four stories of steps. I pushed myself quickly, and ran as fast as I could. The sweat already began to build up on my forehead. 

I got to the fourth floor and ran down to suit 32. I nearly banged on the door. I didn't want to worry my grandparents, but it was really hard not to when your life was at stake.

Brianna opened the door with a gleaming smile. "Logan, great for you to come in." She peaked out the door, expecting Sharron to be with me. "Where's Sharron? Did you guys talk?"

"Um, Brianna, we have a situation."
"What type?" she asked, cracking the door behind her.

When I saw that we were far away from my grandparent's hearing aid range, I quickly spoke with no hesitation. "Sharron is calling her older brother here with a gang to start trouble. Lots of trouble."

"What do you mean? Why?" With more concern, she shut the door completely. 

"I talked to her, but she didnt take it in. Instead, she took it out. On my face."
"She kissed you?" Brianan said. She wasn't seeing the importan part! 
"No! She smacked me. Very hard. And she's on the phone with her brother. He's pissed off. Not only is he going to bring a bunch of guys, but he's bringing along females."
"Why females?"
I coughed, scared to break this part of the news.

"Sharron requested them to do damage. To you."

Brianna's mouth dropped open.

"We need to leave now."

"For me? Is this how's she's playing now? Dirty? This extent? Is she nuts? Is she crazy!" Brianna blew up. "OWh, she hasn't seen crazy!"

"She's bipolar." I admitted. "She has a bad case of it."

Brianna adjusted herself before storming off to the steps with me. "This skitch..." She murmured. Brianna then proceeded to pull out her phone. I wasn't to fond of unknown phone calls at this point. 

"Now who are you calling?" I asked.

"Hello? Hey cousin Ghost, this is Brianna." As we went down the steps, I listened in on her conversation with her cousin. "Remember that little favor you owed me?" 

This time, the guy on the other side wasn't speaking loud enough for me to listen in to his response. 

"Yeah. Well I'm in need of it now. Yep. Uh huh. Are you still with Ronnie? Is she still apart of the Bloods? Well...does she atleast have any connections?" 

My mind stood dumbfounded. Bloods? What the hell was going on?

"Good, well I'm going to need her to make some connections. A lot of them. Yes. The girl goes by the name of Sharron. Yeah, she has a older brother. His name is," Brianna peaked over at me. "What's her brother's name?"
"Michael."
"His name's Michael."

"But he goes goes by the name of Buzz," I tipped.

"But he goes by Buzz." Brianna repeated to her cousin on the phone. "Wait, what? You said you know this guy? Woah, small world. So you can do this? Thanks, Cousin. See you on the other side. I appreciate it. Okay, peace." Then she hung up and put the phone in her pocket.

"What the hell was that?"

"Like I said to Sharron. She wants to start war, I'll finish it. My cousin Ghost said he has our back. And so does 20 others."

"What do you mean, like a fight? Like some type of gang fight?"

"It's war she wants, it's war she gets." Was the only thing Brianna said.