Chapter 10 - A Night of Fighting.
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Hannah's Point of View
We all walked out of the restaurant to my dad's car. He drove, Dana sat up front, and Quentin and I sat in the back. One thing I knew my dad didn't like about Quentin and I sitting back there together is that the people up front can't see what's going on in the back. It's weird I know, and hard to explain, but that's just how it is.
Quentin held my hand and I leaned into his shoulder. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I was just hoping that everything between my dad and Dana would work out, somehow. I listened carefully and heard Dana's soft voice. I had to put my full concentration on it to hear what she was saying.
"Logan, I just think that you and Nicole should've told Hannah a long time ago what really happened between you two."
"But, Dana, she was so young. I was just afraid of how she would've reacted."
"She's fourteen, Logan. She's not that young. You know as well as I do that she fully understands."
"I just, wanted her to have a normal life." I could tell my dad's voice was strained, but Dana's was too. There was silence after that for awhile, neither of them knowing what to say.
"When you walked into the restaurant with them tonight, I swear I thought my heart stopped. I was so afraid of what you would say to me." Dana broke the silence, finally.
"What did you expect me to say?" I could tell that she had caught my dad off guard, which wasn't hard to do usually. "Did you expect me to yell at you?"
"I didn't know what to expect, Logan. I haven't talked to you since, God, I don't even know when. You've called me and wrote letters, but I was never sure what to say."
"So you changed your number, and had the letters sent back to me."
"I know it was wrong, Logan. But I was hurt, I cared about you so much." I heard Dana sigh, listening to herself talk about being hurt.
"I've told you a million times that I'm sorry that it had to be this way. Why can't you just believe that?"
"Believe what? That you're sorry, or that you never meant for it to happen?"
"That I'm sorry." He stated softly, and I knew he was looking right at her.
"Because, if you were sorry, you would've tried harder to get me back."
That was it. The words had been said, and I knew Dana was just as shocked that she'd said them as my dad was to hear them. I knew, though, that Dana had wanted to say those words for so long. I sighed, pulling closer to Quentin, who tightened his grip on me. Dana and my dad were silent for the rest of the ride.
When we stopped, Dana got out, slamming her door and went over to sit on a bench. My dad sat there for awhile, then said loud enough for Quentin and I to hear.
"Stay in here for now, guys. Dana and I need to talk privately." Then he got out, shut the door, and walked up and sat beside her.
"Quentin, I'm worried." I said softly, after watching them argue for a few minutes.
"It'll be alright, Hannah. They'll work it out, I'm sure."
We sat softly for a long time, before he pushed me up off him. I looked at him confused, but he just leaned in and kissed me, softly. It surprised me, but I kissed him back. When I pulled away a few seconds later, he sighed.
"What?" I asked, looking at him carefully, trying to read him.
"Nothing. I just want to kiss you one time without you pulling away." He looked away from me, sighing again.
"I'm sorry, it's just that my dad is right there and I…"
"I know, Hannah. I know." But he wouldn't look at me still. God, he's so confusing. I don't know why he puts me through this, especially tonight.
"Quentin, why are you acting like this?"
"Acting like what?" He asked sharply, without even looking at me.
"Why are you getting mad at me for pulling away?"
"I'm not, just forget it."
"No, tell me what's going on." I wasn't going to give up that easily, even if it took all night.
"Hannah, did it ever occur to you that I might be ready to take our relationship to the next level here?"
"I…I don't know what to say. Quentin, I don't know if I'm ready for that."
"I don't know if you'll ever be ready for that, Hannah. You seem like the kind of girl that likes to play with people's heads. If that's all you're going to do with me, then I think we need some time apart." He looked at me now, finally.
"What?" I whispered, shocked that he could even say this.
"It's just that, I want more of a relationship than this really is. We're more like friends, who just kiss sometimes. I don't want that. I don't want to feel like I'm not getting anywhere with you."
"But I just…"
"You just what? Don't understand? Big shocker there, Hannah. You don't seem to understand a lot of things." He snapped at me, and I felt tears come to my eyes.
I looked away from him, out the window to my dad and Dana, who were still talking, but it didn't look like they were arguing. I brought my hand up to my face and wiped my eyes, glancing at Quentin out of the corner of my eye. He was staring out the window, sitting as far from me as possible.
"So, does this mean we're breaking up?" I asked softly. I mean, I had to know for sure.
"Yeah, I guess it does." He looked at me, and I held his eyes for a second, before turning away. I knew he saw the tears in my eyes, but he didn't say anything.
Fifteen Minutes Later:
My dad and Dana were coming toward the car now. They seemed to be on better terms than they were when we got here. They opened the door on my side, and asked us to get out. When my dad saw my tears, he looked at Dana, then to Quentin, and back to me.
"Hannah, what's wrong?"
"Everything. Can you just take me back to PCA? I really don't feel like talking about anything tonight." I looked at him, and he knew I was upset.
"Well, okay, if that's what you want."
Dana's Point Of View
Logan and I got into the car and headed back to PCA. He told me he wanted to take Hannah and Quentin back first, then he would take me to my car. I agreed, and we started off. Hannah looked really upset, I wonder what happened. I tried to think of what it could've been, but all I could think about was my conversation with Logan.
I got out of the car and walked around to sit at a picnic table. Logan said something to Hannah and Quentin, and then he started over to me.
"They are going to stay in the car, give us a chance to talk, okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine." I said, not really looking at him.
"So are you not going to look at me all night?" He snapped, and I looked up at him immediately.
"Don't you even snap at me, Logan Reese. I have done nothing to you."
"Oh, right. Because ignoring my phone calls and letters is really nothing."
"I told you, I was sorry for that. But you hurt me once, why would I want to let you back in?" I looked at him, more like glared at him really.
"I wasn't asking you to let me back in. I was asking you to at least talk to me, to let me explain."
"I didn't want to hear what you had to say, Logan. Why don't you understand? You hurt me. You cheated on me with my so-called best friend!" I don't know why I was yelling at me, but he was making me so mad.
"I said I was sorry. But you know what, I wouldn't change that for anything."
"Well, that's good to know, I guess." I sighed, looking away.
"That wasn't what I meant. I meant I wouldn't change it because I love Hannah to death. She's probably the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"You used to say that about me." I whispered, not looking at him.
"Dana, you've got to understand that I really am sorry for what happened between us. If I could go back and do it over, I would probably do it the same way. I don't know why I slept with Nicole, but the result of it is the most amazing daughter in the world."
"I know, Logan, it's just…I wanted to be the mother of you child."
"I'm sorry, really." We sat in silence for awhile after that, neither of us knowing what to say. "So, I have a confession to make."
"Okay, what is it?"
"You know that book that you wrote everything that you planned for your life in? The one you threw out the window and lost?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"I found it. I've had it since the day you threw it out the window."
"No, you don't. I looked for it later, and you said you hadn't seen it." I was shaking my head as I spoke.
"I lied. I've had it all this time."
"So, I guess you read it then?"
"No, actually. I haven't even peeked at it."
"Really?" I was shocked to hear that, but it made me smile.
"Yeah. It was private, so I didn't open it. I can give it back to you sometime, its at my house."
"Well, I don't know if I want it back. But, okay, if you want to give it to me, then I'll take it."
"Okay, sounds good."
"So, you really didn't open it?"
"No." I looked at him and smiled at this. "So, let's go see if Hannah is ready to talk now."
We walked up to the car and he opened the door. Hannah's face was streaked with tears, and Quentin was staring out the opposite window. Hannah said she didn't feel like talking anymore, and just wanted to go home.
The slam of Quentin's door shook me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see him storming off in the direction of PCA's dorms. Logan got out and said goodnight to Hannah, and she waved at me as she walked around the front of the car. I waved back, and watched her walk off into the darkness.
Logan got back in the car, and looked over at me. I looked at Hannah, then back to Logan.
"What's wrong with them?" I asked, wondering if Hannah had said anything.
"I'm not sure. All Hannah said was that he was a jerk, and she didn't want to talk about it." He looked at his hands for a few minutes, before he looked back at me. "So, I guess I'll take you back to your car then?"
"Um, yeah I guess."
"Unless you wanted to drive around for awhile?"
"Well, I should probably be getting home. But I think I could stay out a little longer." I smiled at him, and he returned it.
"Alright then." He drove off PCA's campus, and just picked a direction. "So, how have things been for you?"
"Is that really what you want to ask me, Logan?"
"Why? Is that not a good question?" He smirked at me, before looking back to the road.
"How about this? You can ask me any one question, and I have to answer it. But only one, anything else I don't have to answer."
"Alright, fair enough. But you've got to let me think about this very important question for a few minutes."
I laughed at that, and agreed. For the next five and a half minutes, I know because I watched the clock, he thought about his question as he drove.
"Okay," He said finally. "I want to know, why you ever answer my calls or write back to me from the letters you did read?"
I looked at him, and then out at the road. "Well, I guess I just didn't know what to say. I was hurt, and I wasn't sure how to explain that to you. I still can't seem to explain it to you now."
For the next hour, we drove around, talking about all kinds of things. We talked about him and Nicole, he asked me about Zoey, and we talked about how things used to be between us. It was good that we talked about everything. When we pulled into the parking lot where my car was, he shut off the engine and turned to me.
"So, thanks for tonight, Logan. It was actually pretty fun."
"Yeah, it was." He agreed, but he kept staring at me. I couldn't help it, I started to wonder what he was staring at.
Before I could even think about what was happening, he was leaning in and kissing me. It was amazing, and I realized I'd really missed him. But then I realized something else, this was a mistake. I pulled back from him pretty fast.
"Logan, look, I can't do this."
"Because, I just can't. I'm sorry."
I got out of the car, and walked over to my own car without looking back. It wasn't until I was sitting in my car, getting ready to pull away, that I glanced back at Logan. His head was leaning on the steering wheel, his hands on his head. I thought briefly about going back to say something else to him, but then I decided against it.
When I drove past his car, I beeped my horn once. He looked up, and I thought it looked like he was crying, but I wasn't sure. I was already pulling out of the parking lot, away from him and his car. I knew right then that I might be leaving Logan Reese behind forever.
Author Note: Well, its good to be writing again. I'm going to work on this story more now, and try to finish it soon. Please review.