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Logan. There was no way was he going to make a fool out of me with this girl.
    When I got closer I was able to get a better look at her. She had short, brown, curly hair that looked like a bad 80’s perm. Her color was so drab and dull I could only assume it came from a box. She was short and had round pudgy cheeks and tiny eyes. She was wearing a bright orange tank top that was too short and jeans that were so tight they gave her a muffin top. She looked like the type of girl who would say yes to anyone.
    I walked right up to them and tapped Logan on the shoulder. I don’t even know why I was doing it or what I was going to say. I believe the tequila was playing a little part in this. They both turned to look at me. Logan had a blank look on his face.
    The skanky girl gave me a once over and said, “Can I help you?”
    I ignored her and stared straight at Logan. “Are you fucking kidding me? So this is why you don’t want to be with me, so you can fuck this whore!” I shouted at him without thinking.
    “Excuse me, who you calling a whore?” said the skank with a ghetto attitude.
    Before I could say anything else Logan pulled me over to the side of the dance floor. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
    “Me, what are you doing? One minute you say you want to be with me and the next you don’t and then I see you all over her.
    You know she probably has herpes!” I yelled that last part in her direction.
    “See, this is why I don’t want to be with you, you cause unnecessary drama,” Logan said in harsh voice.
    I looked at him. I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes. But there was no way was I going to let him see me cry and think it was because of him. I wanted to cry because of the idiot I was to even bother with him; to bring myself down to his level.
    I broke free from his tight grip on my wrist and stormed out of the bar, leaving Alex in the middle of the dance floor totally unaware of what just happened.
    I didn’t notice that Logan had followed me out of the bar until he grabbed my arm once we were outside. “Don’t touch me!” I yelled so loud everyone on the patio turned to look and see what the commotion was about.
    Logan pulled me closer to him and got in my face whispering in a low voice, “Don’t embarrass me.”
    “You embarrass yourself!” I couldn’t stop the tears this time as they started streaming down my face.

    “Tay, you okay?” I heard Peyton call from over the wall of the patio.
    I couldn’t look at her because she would know I was crying. I wasn’t even sure if I could control my voice enough to keep it from cracking when I spoke. I took a deep breath and without turning I glared right at Logan and yelled to Peyton I was fine.
    While I was still able to speak, I told Logan to let go of me, accentuating each word.
    “Not until you stop acting like a child,” he scolded.
    My mouth opened, but I no longer had the courage to speak, so Logan just continued talking. “C’mon Tatum, you really are over reacting. You didn’t really expect me to not sleep with other girls. Our thing is special, but not exclusive. You can’t tell me you actually thought I was only going to be with you. I can’t help it I’m a wanted guy.”
    I choked a laugh and he gave me a dirty look.
    “This is why I can’t possibly be with someone like you.”
    I had enough of this and I finally said, “What do you mean someone like me?”
    “A little bitch who‘s fucked up in the head. It’s too bad your mom’s not alive to see how her daughter turned out to be a pathetic, little, slut.”
    I jerked back, as if he slapped me in the face. I never had anyone say something as heartless as he just did. My whole body went numb. I didn’t even realize I was clenching my fist so tight until my nails started digging into my skin.
    I took one look at Logan and with everything I had, I swung as hard as I could. I hit him right in face knocking him off his feet and onto the ground. My eyes