Say you'll never ever leave from beside me
'Cause I want ya, and I need ya
And I'm down for you always

I hated myself.

Because of my stupid, loud mouth, Jordan was now on a rampage looking for Ryder. It didn't make the situation any better when his girlfriend was nowhere to be found too.

"Where is he?" Jordan yelled aggressively, pushing people out of his way as he frantically searched for the number one player in our school. "Where is that mother—"

"Damn it," I heard Ivan mutter under his breath and with one last glance at me, he charged toward his bandmate, who was about to flip the table.

I wasn't able to move. This whole wreckage was all my fault. If only I wasn't a nosey bitch then maybe this wouldn't have happened. Jordan wouldn't be looking like a freak now, yelling and cursing at everyone, while everyone else cowered in fear.

I couldn't blame them though. If I wasn't so shocked, I would've been shaking too. Jordan was not only angry, but he was downright pissed. His whole face was red with anger, his veins popping out. He was clenching his jaw really hard and his hands were balled into fists, looking like he was ready to take down Ryder limb by limb.

Ryder might be a douche, but I was honestly scared for him. I didn't think he knew that the girl he made out with was taken.

"Kath!" someone bolted, falling into step beside me. "What happened? Are you okay?"

I turned around from the scene, which was Jordan's other bandmates holding him back from going in the lady's room. "L-Logan."

He stared at me with his green eyes, concern evident in them. "What's wrong?" he asked gently, putting a hand on my shoulder. I noticed that his glasses were lopsided, probably because he rushed to get here.

"I-I—" I cleared my throat and calmed myself down when I realized I was becoming like Theodore. "I think I just broke a four year relationship."

Even though Jordan deserved to know the truth, I still felt guilty for being the one to say it.

It was never easy to tell the truth, especially if the truth was going to hurt like a bitch.

I started to ramble on to Logan about everything that happened, from start to finish. At one point, he ushered me to sit down by the bar with him, buying me a drink for me to sip on occasionally. He bought himself a beer too as he listened intently, his green eyes trained only on me.

By the time I finished, I downed two glasses of margaritas.

"Woah," Logan said. "That's... I don't even know what to say."

During our conversation, Jordan's bandmates calmed him down in a booth, not letting him go. Now, after filling Logan in, the boys started to let go of a calm looking Jordan.

As soon as he was let go, he stood up and ran towards the lady's room, the boys being too slow to catch him.

"Holy shit," I muttered as Jordan dragged out Ryder out of the lady's room. His blonde hair was a mess, his lips were redder than a while ago, and worst of all, he was shirtless.

Jordan's girlfriend came out after, trying to calm her boyfriend down as he yelled at a surprised looking Ryder. As she was going out, I caught her wearing her underwear under her little black dress. Her black hair was messier than Ryder's and lips were as red as Ryder's.

"Holy shit indeed." Logan agreed.

"You're a fucking asshole!" Jordan enraged, slamming Ryder to a wall. "That's my girlfriend you're making out with!"

Ryder tried to fight back, but Jordan was bulkier and of course, angrier than he was.

"Bro, calm down—" he tried to say.

"Calm down?" he yelled in Ryder's face, his veins looking like the could pop any minute. "Calm down? If I made out with your girlfriend, would you calm down?"

"Babe, please," his girlfriend pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. She tried going to her boyfriend, but Wyatt was holding her back.

"Don't babe me Darla," he hissed bitterly at his now ex-girlfriend. "And you," he glared at Ryder. "Did you not see the ring on her finger?!"

With that, he punched him in the face.

The whole pub became silent, the only sound being the gasps of the crowd. Suddenly, the playful but calm glint in Ryder's hazel eyes vanished.

He punched Jordan back.

"Not my fault that your girlfriend's not satisfied," Ryder taunted angrily.

"This is a mess," I panicked, not knowing what to do. "If only I didn't open my stupid mouth—"

"Hey,"  Logan interjected as Jordan's band mates tried to split the two up. Zachary also appeared, attempting to calm his aggravated best friend down. Both failed.

"It's not your fault," he comforted. "Would you rather it be that their whole relationship will be toxic for the rest of their lives? What if they got married and had children, and that's when Jordan will catch Darla cheating? It would be more of a mess."

For some reason, that made me crack a smile. Maybe it was because he thought of it so thoroughly just to make me feel better, I wasn't sure, but I was uplifted.

"Thanks, Logan," I said with a grateful smile.

He smiled back at me, his dimples showing.

God, I wanted to poke them.

Our little smile off was cut off when there was a loud bang. I looked at where the sound came from to see that Ryder and Jordan toppled over a table with glasses and were now on the floor, throwing punches at each other. Zoe was dangerously close to the fight, digesting everything that was happening with wide eyes, Nico standing right beside her. Jade and Wyatt were nowhere to be seen, probably because Wyatt escorted her out to safety. Ivan was holding back a hysterical Darla while Zachary was trying to stop the fight, getting hits from Jordan in the process.

Suddenly, Logan gulped down an entire bottle of beer and threw his glasses at me before running towards the fight. Ryder was on top of Jordan even though he was smaller, throwing punches left and right. Jordan was trying to kick him, but Ryder managed to block those kicks perfectly. Logan pulled Ryder off with all his strength, managing to peel him off of Jordan. Nico whispered something in Zoe's ear before taking off to go to Jordan while Zoe went to Darla, who Ivan let go of to help restrain an angry looking Ryder.

Wyatt came running in to help Nico bring Jordan out of the pub, and they managed to do it. Ryder was left with the other three Playboys, and the scary thing was, they looked so right together.

Ryder shrugged off the other boys' hands and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeves before striding in the men's room. Zachary tried following him, but Logan and Ivan held him back, shaking their heads.

I ran towards Zoe, who looked so shaken.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"That was—that was—" Zoe stammered before facing me with an ecstatic smile on her face. "That was so fucking cool. A bar fight, I witnessed a bar fight up close!"

I stared at her for a while before burst out laughing. Only Zoe would find the whole drama amusing.

We talked about it for a while—well, she did by saying, "And then he went like this, and then he was like wa-pow! And like..."

She went on for a few minutes. After commenting shortly, we walked over to Logan, who was whispering something to Zachary and Ivan. It was weird seeing them like this since they usually tried to avoid each other, but I also couldn't help thinking that it also looked... right, as if them being together was how it's supposed to be.

"Here," I said, giving Logan his glasses back. The boys immediately stepped away from each other awkwardly, as if it was an embarrassment for them to be seen like this.

"Is he okay?" Zoe asked no one in particular.

"Yeah, he just needs to calm down, that's all." Logan explained while Zachary nodded in agreement.

I glanced at the bathroom. "Maybe I should apologize."

I tried to walk towards the bathroom, but a hand was wrapped around my wrist, pulling me back. I turned around to see that the sturdy grip was Zachary's.

"Don't," he said, his blue eyes giving me a stern warning. "He knows Jordan found out because of you."

I shook off his grip. "And that's why I'm going to apologize."

Before I could walk away, Zoe cleared her throat and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Let me," she said.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Are you sure?"

She gave me a firm nod. "I know how to handle him."

You know when you and your best friend are just so connected that you can communicate with your eyes? Yeah, Zoe and I could do that.

Guard your heart, yeah? I said through my eyes.

Of course, you dummy, she replied with her eyes rolling.

And so she walked to the bathroom.

"Okay," Ivan began, looking at the empty space where Zoe was. "That was some weird shit."

"This whole thing's weird shit," I shrugged. "I need a drink."

"I'll drink with you," Logan said, making Zachary and Ivan shoot him looks. He simply waved them off.

"I'll go check on Jordan and the others," Ivan told us before walking outside the pub.

Zachary simply looked at us one last time before dashing off to God knows where.

When people figured that the fight was over, they went back to what they were doing. The music was on again, and it was very loud. People were dry humping each other or making out blatantly, so yeah, regular pub activities.

Logan followed me to the bar where I ordered me a margarita again while he got another beer.

"You know, I didn't expect you to drink," I said as I sipped on my drink. "Actually, in all those parties I've been to, I rarely saw you drink."

His ears turned red. "Well, my dad doesn't like me drinking. He said it would have been okay if I handled my liquor well, but sadly, I don't."

I smiled teasingly. "So you're a lightweight. Huh, that doesn't surprise me at all."

"No, I'm not! I just don't know when to stop..." he reasoned out and as if to prove a point, he gulped down half of the bottle.

"Okay buddy, don't drink what you can't handle," I mused, trying to get ahold of his bottle. He already got in trouble because of me once, and I didn't want to be the cause of him being lectured again. "You, Logan Peters, don't have to be good at everything."

He glared at me, which was odd and cute at the same time. Logan never glared at anyone and when he tried to, he looked like a disappointed puppy.

He grabbed his bottle back. "No, I'm Logan Peters, and I excel at everything. That includes drinking."

He downed the whole bottle and yelled at the bartender for another one.

I pursed my lips at him as he drank almost all of the bottle again. He put it down when his throat burn, his face already turning flushed. He was about to drink again when I grabbed the bottle from it and finished it.

I cleared my throat after, washing my mouth with my sleeve. I didn't like beer that much, it just wasn't my drink. I didn't understand how people manage to drink a lot.

"Hey!" Logan slurred, still glaring at me. "That's mine."

"Too bad, I finished it," I taunted, an amused smirk on my face. He could barely already hold himself up after two and a half beers. His eyes were looking at everything and his face was ridiculously flush, it was cute.

He looked like he was calculating something before grabbing my margarita and drinking all of it.

It was my turn to yell, "Hey!"

"Too bad, I finished it," he smiled cheekily before turning to the bartender. "One more beer!"

I rolled my eyes. Well, I tried, and he still won't stop drinking. I should just let him do his own thing, poor boy had always been uptight.

I ordered a margarita for myself too as he began to drink yet another bottle.

"The boys, they never let me drink," he hiccuped as he ran his hand through his brown hair. "They say I'm too much of a lightweight, but I beg to differ."

I laughed. He was obviously so triggered, but I couldn't take him seriously with him looking like a lost puppy. "Hate to break it to you, bro, but you kind of are."

Hell, I was already on my umpteenth glass of margarita yet, and I still wasn't feeling drunk.

"I am not!" he denied, shaking his head vigorously. "I'll prove it to you."

He proceeded to drink the whole bottle, and in the end, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was even smiling ridiculously at everything.

"Kath," he grinned, standing up unsteadily as he held out his hand for me to take. "Dance with me."

When I stared at him like he was out of his mind, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my chair. He staggered to a table before standing on top of it.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, staring up at him as he almost lost his balance on the table.

I glanced around the room to see everyone was too drunk to notice Logan dancing to In My Feelings by Drake.

"Keke, do you love me?" he sang on top of his lungs, doing the dance that everyone was doing online, the one where people danced outside the car while it's moving, just waiting to be ran over.

I rolled my eyes at him, preparing to leave when he suddenly hoisted me up on the table easily.

"Are you riding?" he slurred, doing the dance where he was steering an imaginary wheel. He looked at me as he did that, telling me with his green eyes to dance with him.

And I did.

"Say you'll never ever leave from beside me," we both sang, dancing ridiculously on top of the table.

"'Cause I want ya," I pointed to him, laughing at his wasted face.

"And I need ya," he pointed to me, sticking his tongue out 'seductively.'

"And I'm down for you always!" we sang together, laughing our asses off.

We kept singing and dancing and when the rap part came, Logan rapped easily, as if he was meant to rap. I stood there, shocked because he actually memorized the whole thing.

But then he started to take off his shirt.

"Okay, that's enough." I said, pulling his shirt down. I hopped off the table and tried to get him off it too, but he only continued to strip off his shirt.

"No one can stop me!" he shouted, throwing his shirt away. I grumbled under my breath as I walked to where he threw his shirt and grabbed it.

I felt like I was babysitting.

When I turned around, he was taking off his belt, whooping as girls from around starting walking towards him, gazing at his well defined body.

He started to belt out facts as he tried to take off his belt.

"Did you girls know?" he boomed, staggering a bit as he shuffled off his belt. "That banging your head against the wall for one hour burns 150 calories?"

Some girls were shocked by this, and started to actually bang their heads on the wall.

I face-palmed as he let out yet another strange fact. I was about to go get him before he could cause any more damage when his knees jiggled, slowly giving up on him.

"Come on babe!" A girl yelled, her arms wide open. "I'll catch you!"

He gave her a smirk and was about to say something, when he finally lost his balance and fell on the girl.

Instead of feeling crushed to death, the girl started giggle, touching and feeling Logan's abs.

I rolled my eyes and pulled Logan off the girl, making him wear his shirt.

"Logan, let's get you home, huh?" I told him slowly, putting his arm on my neck to help him up.

"Nooooo," he drawled, trying to fight me off and still not wearing his shirt. "That girl is hot. H-O-T hot. Let me have her. Did you know that sex reduces stress? I'm stressed so lemme do it!"

The girl heard this and stood up, glared at me but smiled seductively at Logan.

"You know what else reduces stress? Sleep," I pointed out sternly before leaning in to whisper, "Besides, I am way hotter than her, right?"

He nodded apprehensively. "100 percent to both."

I smirked at the girl as I led Logan outside. It was raining, so I asked him to wear his shirt again.

"I don't want to!" he protested, shaking his head like a little child. "I wanna dance in the rain."

So he proceeded to twirl around the rain, splashing puddles.

It was amusing to see him like this, carefree and shirtless. Logan was usually prim and proper, his occasional lays was the only thing wrong in his life. I stood there under the rain, just smiling as he splashed on puddles like a little kid.

I wondered if he ever had a carefree childhood.

"Join me, Kath!" he invited, spreading his arms out wide.

I laughed, nodding at him. I skipped towards him, twirling when I reached him. He took my hand in his as we ran together under the rain, splashing each other with puddles—just having a good time.

He twirled me again and again until I felt dizzy, his hands wrapped around my waist to keep my steady. I stared into his eyes, which was covered with his now drenched glasses. Wanting to see his eyes, I took his glasses off and put it in Zachary's jacket's pocket before wrapping my arms around his neck, staring into his green eyes.

He brushed a strand of my hair out of my face. "You're really pretty."

I smiled, looking down. "Oh, shut up."

He raised my head with his finger, making my eyes meet his. "But you really are. You're beautiful."

We were now swaying steadily, as if we were dancing to an imaginary slow song.

"Well, I like your eyes," I said, making him smile. "And your dimples. I really like your dimples."

He simply grinned at me, showing them off more. "Did you know that only 20% of the population are born with dimples?"

I rolled my eyes at him, a smile on my face. "You and your stupid facts. Come on, let's get you home."

His grip on my waist tightened. "I don't wanna go yet."

"Why?"

"All my life, I was always hard on myself," he sighed, looking down sadly. "If I wasn't, my dad would freak. Ever since I was a child, I was only ever studying or doing something productive. I never did the normal kid activities like play with toys or go to playgrounds. While every other child was outside playing, I was stuck at home, learning the piano or how to paint or reading the encyclopedia."

He looked so sad that I stood nearer to him, resting my head on his chest.

"So yeah, that's why I don't know how to have fun, or even get drunk," he admitted, grabbing my chin with his hand. "And you, I don't know, you just make me feel like I'm a child again, but this time it's like a second chance of having a fun one."

He stared at me so intensely that I had to look away. I distanced myself from him.

"Let's go, I'll book you us an Uber," I muttered as I walked to somewhere with a shade. He followed me, a confused look on his face as I whipped out my phone. "Where do you live?"

His eyes had so much feelings a while ago, and it honestly made me feel a little scared. What if it was genuine? I mean, no one says that to random people. I didn't like how that made me feel, so of course I had to turn away.

"Actually," he began, looking kinda sheepish. "I can't go home like this. My dad's gonna kill me."

"What?" I barked. "Where are you staying then?"

"I was kinda wondering if I could crash yours?" he said in a tiny voice.

"Okay, that's absurd," I chuckled nervously at his serious face. "My parents would never let me do that."

"But I