I'm not quite sure how long I was sat there, in Logan's driveway with my hands on the steering wheel gazing out the windshield. I knew I was being careless, anyone could see me, especially Alex, but I couldn't bring myself to start the car.
How had I gotten so far into this? What was I doing wasting my time with a guy who did not feel the same way about me as I did for him? Did I really have that little respect for myself? I sighed and turned the keys, revving the engine. Pulling out of the driveway, I made myself focus on anything but Logan and Alex. I could do that, surely. At least until I got home, and then I would allow myself to.
That little promise is what kept the tears held in for the entire journey back to my house and it prevented me from breaking down, right there in the car.
Just as I was pulling into my driveway, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Flipping it open, I saw a text from Matt.
Hey baby what r u doing fancy coming over? xxxxx
'Urgh,' I muttered to myself. All I wanted to do was head up to my room, collapse onto my bed and feel sorry for myself, but a small part of me longed for Matt's company. He would be able to take my mind off everything else and I was quite fond of him.
I tapped a reply back to him:
I'll be over in ten xxxxxxx