Logan Matthews személy

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What the hell was going on? My eyebrows bunched together in confusion. Their eyes were red and puffy from crying.
„You guys want me to get you like, ice cream or more chocolate…something for your cramps?” I asked cautiously.
„What?” Micky chuckled, still not looking up from her book. „You guys have that thing—you know—when girls are together all the time and they get their periods at the same time or some shit.”
„Naw, Logan. I live you.” Lucy smiled at me, then went back to reading, „Now go away!”
Amanda hadn't looked up once since I sat down. Her eyes were glued to her book.
I was bored, and wanted to be an asshole, so I got comfortable on the sofa. „So, did you guys hear about that Lit. Professor and his student?”
„Shh!” Both Micky and Lucy snapped. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. Then continued to be an asshole. „Apparently they'd be doing it for a whi-”
„SHUT UP!” Lucy yelled, coming to a stand. Her face was red, jaw clenched. „Go away!” She started swatting my head and shoulders with her hands. I tried ducking and blocking her hits but she was too quick. „You. Are. Ruining DEAN HOLDER!” Her voice got louder with every word. She pulled me by my hands until I was on my feet, turned me to face the front door, put her hands on my back and started pushing me towards it. I tried digging my feet into the floor but the girl had some power. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and started dialing Cam. By the time the phone was to my ear, she'd pushed me out the front door, slamming it shut behind me.
„Yo,” Cam answered.
„Dude, your girlfriend's fucking bat-shit crazy.”
„What?” He sounded pissed.
I was about to tell him what happened when he chuckled. „Dude, it is Tuesday… and they are Hoovering.”
What the hell does that even mean?

So what's this about a book club? You girls sit around, reading dirty books, fanning each other's vaginas? Because if so, count me in!

Every morning you have two choices. Continue to sleep with dreams – or – wake up and chase them.

Dear Diary—says the twelve-year-old girl in me. (Logan)

I was the match that started the inferno.

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I was in my room, sitting on the Goddamn floor, setting up my new computer when I heard yelling from the living room.
I went out to check what the fuck was happening. The last thing I expected to see was Amanda sitting on Ethan, while he was on his back on the floor. She was slapping the shit out of his head while he was yelling at her to stop.
What the fuck?
I didn't know whether to laugh, cheer, leave, or throw money at them.

I know what you're thinking.
Maybe a fifteen-year-old girl had stolen my phone and was texting those things to you. I'd love to say it's true, but I'd be lying. Please don't think I'm crazy. I mean I am. Over you. Shit. I just really want to see you. Bad. Wait. Do I sound like Nicholas Sparks?

You're my light, Amanda. In a life full of shadows, and darkness, and monsters, you're my light. When the blackness fades, and the memories subside, you'll be there. You're always there.