Crash and Burn

Chapter Twelve



"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go" – Oscar Wilde

Logan slowly walked back into the bar, nursing a bruised ego. With a dark expression, he positioned himself at the bar and ordered a beer. He'd accomplished nothing tonight – one step forward, two steps back. He'd dressed up in these ridiculous clothes that Matt had found and put in itchy contacts for nothing.

He was more than a little bit annoyed, but even more determined.

Regan messed with his mind. He couldn't think straight when he was around her. He knew that the right thing to do would be to leave her alone and let her get on with her life. But every time he resolved to do just that, she'd show up and all his resolutions would float away in the wind.

He'd be fine if she wasn't so damn attractive. And she never smiled. Or laughed. Or got so angry that her deep brown eyes basically spit fire at him.

He could feel the smile spreading across his face at the thought and quickly got rid of it.

This was not good.

He wasn't good for her. He knew that, but he sure as hell would try to prove to himself and her that he was.

Someone slid onto the barstool next to him, jolting him out of his thoughts.

"So, buddy boy, what's your deal with my girl Regan?"

"Excuse me?" he said, coughing awkwardly as Bryce frowned at him. Gone was the smiling woman, replaced by a scowling harpy.

"You and Regan. I know about you two, you know. About how you dated in high school and then you dumped her because you'd rather be a deadbeat—"

She held up a menacing finger to his face. "You don't get to talk until I'm done! Anyway, now you're back with all your riches and followers and you think you can mess around with my Regan just because you're now famous? Which, admittedly, is pretty damn awesome, but since Regan thinks it's shit, I do too!"

Logan paused to make sure he wouldn't interrupt her again before he spoke. "What's this got to do with anything?"

"Oh, sorry, I got a bit sidetracked. Anyway, do you really like Regan? Because if you're just playing with her feelings because she's a total babe and your ex, I will slice up your balls and serve them to you in a vegetable soup."

"…Vegetable soup?"

"I like vegetable soup, so what?" she hissed. "Just answer the damn question!"

"I… I guess?"

This, obviously, wasn't the right answer.

" 'You guess'?" Bryce gasped. "You slept with her, came all the way to London, performed at a charity event and walked her back to her dorm because you guess you like her?"

It was Logan's turn to scowl. "Well I certainly don't love her!" he snapped defensively.

Bryce's angry expression dissolved and a sly gleam took over. "I never said anything about love."

Logan could see where she was going with this, so he quickly tried to say, "No I know you didn't but—"

"You must love her! I was just hoping to bully you into saying you liked her but this is so much better! Logan Williams, in love with my roommate!"

"I'm not in love with her," Logan hissed.
Bryce patted his cheek condescendingly. "Sure, sure, lover-boy. That's why you're sitting alone at the bar, looking like someone kicked your puppy, all because Regan walked out on you."

"Fine," he grumbled. "I'll admit that I do like her again. But I'm not in love with her; I just want to see where this thing goes."

Bryce's grin was like the Cheshire cat. "Uh huh."

He frowned at her, but her smile just widened. She reached over and patted him on the cheek.

"Don't worry, little Logie Williams, I'll help you out. I just happen to have her schedule, which would make it a hell of a lot easier for you to see her. Med students do a whole lot more than a Communications kid like me."

"In that case," he said, his face lightening. "I can let that 'little Logie' comment slide."


"You coming?" one of my team mates asked me, lingering behind the other girls.

I finished stretching my calves and turned to her. "Nah, go on without me, I'm going to stay out here and practise a bit more. God knows I need it."

The girl smiled, waved and jogged off.

She'd been too polite to say it, but we both knew I played like crap today. Luckily it was only a training session, and not an actual game. I'd had too much on my mind and I blamed a certain grey-eyed hunk of meat for it all. I had been burning for an entire day to get my frustrations out and since I wasn't stupid enough to punch a wall – medical school did teach me something – I decided that kicking a ball would have to do.

As I was dribbling the ball, I caught sight of a guy with sunglasses and a hat walking slowly towards me. At first, I was sure it was Logan but I couldn't properly see his features, so I shrugged and went back to dribbling. Plus, why would he be at the uni this early on a Monday morning?
"Reggie-Ray!" he called, holding his arm up as if he would be so hard to see on the completely empty oval.

I should've stuck with my first instinct.

I frowned. "Logan, what the hell are you doing here?"

It was then I noticed that he was wearing tracksuit pants and sneakers, and the glasses that hid his face were a bit obvious since it was hardly sunny.

"I came to have a bit of a kick around," he said, finally in front of me with a wide grin across his face. It was annoying seeing my reflection in his glasses and not his shining silver eyes.

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "It's a little bit convenient that you just happened to walk past, in sports gear, when I'm here."

"I guess I'm just amazing like that." At my glare, his grin diminished slightly. "Or someone may have mentioned something on Saturday night."

I rolled my eyes, muttering about my oh so very loyal friends.

"Fine, whatever! Go over there and I'll pass to you."
Smacking the soccer ball at his face was even better than what I was doing before.

Unfortunately, he was still a god at soccer and he easily head butted some and did cutesy little tricks with others.

He didn't talk and so we fell into a companionable silence. For the first time in days, my mind quietened and I was able to focus on what was in front of me. Meaning the ball, and not the way Logan moved with such fluidity or the ripple of his arm muscles.

After a good half hour of playing around, I fell to my bottom on the grass and folded my hands behind my head.

"Alright, that's enough for me!"
"It seems you've lost all your stamina since you left the US," Logan remarked, coming to sit next to me.

I punched his leg. "I had training before this, you arse."

"Excuses, excuses," he mumbled, making me punch him even harder. At his small yelp of pain, I smiled. Call me a sadist, but I liked to think of it as my inner feminist winning.

"Alright, I'll admit, I can see you've gotten better."

I shot him a dry look from my place on my back. "Well I'd hope so, since my scholarship here kinda depends on my playing ability. Have you played much since you… you know…"
"Got famous?" he provided, chuckling. "It won't kill you to say it. And no, I haven't had much of a chance. I'll probably get a whole heap of chances here since the country is soccer crazy."

"I believe it's called football," I said in a classy English accent.

It was great being around another American who understood some of the word problems. As much as I loved hearing the English accent, nothing could replace a good old USA one.

Logan lay down next to me and I stiffened at how close he was. I could feel the heat of his body and I shifted uncomfortably. My nerves became even more frayed when he propped himself up by an elbow so he was on his side, way too close for comfort.

"So… does James still talk to you?"

This question brought me back to the reminder why my brother wasn't talking to me in the first place – Logan and I. Breaking up.

I couldn't hold his silver eyes for long, not when he was so close, so I averted my gaze to the clouds.

"He didn't, for a while. But we made up at Lexie's wedding."

And once again, I was reminded of Logan and I again. Of sleeping with him, then running out on him the next day. I glanced over at him underneath my lashes and saw that his silver eyes had turned molten, as if he too was remembering just what went on that night.

I remember having the faintest hope that he'd be so drunk that he couldn't remember that night, like what happened when he kissed me at the beach, many years ago. But no, those eyes that had just turned half hooded definitely remembered what happened.

When his gaze focused on my lips, I blurted, "What about you? Does he still talk to you?"

Logan blinked and that look disappeared. I let out a small sigh of relief.

"No, he doesn't. Completely ignored me at the wedding." He was frowning now, and I could see the faint look of hurt in the tightening around his eyes. The two had been best friends for years and years – they had practically defined what best friends were all about. I remember the times when Logan would stay over at our place for days on end, crashing on James' floor and using my toothpaste. James had said nothing about Logan in the few times we'd talked since but I could imagine how hurt he'd feel at the loss of his best friend.

Then I frowned – I shouldn't be giving him any sympathy. If he'd felt lost or hurt, it was his own damn doing by ignoring Logan and I for the past few years.

"Well, it was probably because straight after high school graduation you dumped me then ran off chasing your Hollywood dreams. He wasn't talking to me because I moved to London."

I didn't mention that he also didn't talk to me because he thought I was running from every reminder of Logan around Orlando. And he was right, about that at least.

Logan's frown had morphed into a scowl. "I didn't 'dump' you," he protested. "I'm pretty sure you dumped me."

I snorted, my anger flaring. "Hardly!" I scoffed. "You're the one that decided your music career was more important than me! You basically threw me to the wayside!"

He narrowed his eyes further, leaning in. "I never did that. I wanted to stay with you but you're the one who didn't want that. And I know now that I made a mistake; that you're more important."

"You have got to be kidding me," I snarled. I abruptly pushed myself to my feet so I was standing over him, hands on my hips. "You do not get to say that. Not now; not when you're already a singing success. You think I'm going to fall for that bullshit? You don't get to come running back to me now that everything else in your life is perfect. You made your choice! Now go find another girl to chase, I'm sure you're good at it!"

I wanted to throw something at him, but I was sure that if I took off my shoe and hurled it at him, he would be more likely to laugh than be hurt. Instead, I turned on my heel and stormed off. Not surprisingly, I didn't get very far before I felt his hand around my wrist, tugging me around.

"There's still something between us, Regan! There's something there, something I want to explore with you. Surely you can feel it too?"

He gently brought his hand up to my cheek and rested it their, standing close to me. His lips inched closer to mine, and suddenly my anger disappeared into thin air as my whole body tuned into his. The tips of his fingers caressed my cheek gently and his lips were a hair's width from mine when I suddenly remembered myself and jerked out of his hold.

"I told you I wanted you to leave me alone!" I cried, putting a safe distance between us and throwing my hands up in the air. "What part of that don't you understand?"

"Oh my god!" came a frustrated shout from behind me. "Can't you guys kiss already? This is more horribly suspenseful than an episode of 'Dragon Ball-Z'!"

My eyes widened and my fists clenched. Only one person I knew still watched those horrid TV shows. I whipped around and, lo and behold, there was Sandy, staring at us from next to the bleachers. A slim arm reached out, grabbed his shirt and pulled him back behind them, out of site.

Logan forgotten, I began to stalk towards them.

"You two are the most meddling, conniving people I have ever met!" I yelled. "Just wait til I get my hands on you both!"

Before I could get to them to wring their necks, they jumped out from behind the bleachers and bolted back towards the buildings, Bryce pulling Sandy along.

"I'm going to get you!" I shouted after them. I heard a chuckle from behind me and whipped around, glaring and pointing a finger at Logan. "You! Stay the hell away from me!"

Unfortunately, I could still hear him chuckling when I strode off after my two roommates.


When I made it back to my apartment, the door was barred shut with the chain across the door. Snarling, I knew this was no accident.

I began banging on the door, hollering, "Open this door right now, you two! You're gonna be in a world of pain if you don't!"

"Regan," came Sandy's voice. "If we open this door, you have to promise not to harm either Bryce or I. We're your friends, remember, not the enemy."
"No, my enemy is Logan, the same guy that my supposed 'friends' were spying on me with! Stop meddling with my love life!"

"Okay, if we promise not to meddle with your love life, will you refrain from killing us?" Bryce asked.

"Yes! But only if you promise."

"We promise," chirped Sandy, before the chain was taken off and the door opened. The two of them were standing at a safe distance from the door, giving me innocent smiles.

"You two are the worst roommates ever," I snapped, before storming off into my room.

"Aw, don't be like that!" Sandy whined. "We love you! We only have your best interests at heart."

"Well Logan isn't good for me so stop trying to set us up," I called before I slammed my door.

"Sure, sure," Sandy replied.

For some reason, I didn't believe him in the slightest.


Two days later, I walked out of my tutorial to see that Logan just happened to be leaning against the wall, out of all the places in London. His hat and sunglasses, of course, concealed his face and he was holding a plastic bag in one hand. He pushed off the wall and smirked when he saw me.

"Hey there Reggie-Ray."

I glanced around at my peers, afraid someone had recognised him. But everyone walked right past him, except for a few girls who gave him appreciative once-overs. I couldn't help but frown slightly at them.

Not replying to him, I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him around the building and out of sight.

His smirked widened when I turned to face him. "If you wanted to be alone with me, you only had to ask. You didn't need to be so forceful, though I do find myself liking it." He glanced around. "We can go a round here but I'd prefer to have our first sober time together in years in a bed…"

I punched him in the shoulder. "Don't be disgusting!" I snapped. "You're just as insufferable as you were years ago and I will not sleep with you!" I paused for a second. "Again, that is."

"That's what they all say," he drawled.

I was suddenly reminded of all the other women he'd been photographed with since we broke up, in particular the supermodel Ariel Kimble. I gave him a flat look and turned to leave, but he snaked out a hand and stopped me.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he said, spinning me around to face him. "I just couldn't help myself. You were looking stressed when you came out so that was the first way I could think of to get you feeling… not so stressed." He paused and he began to smirk again. "Other than having sex, that it is."

I narrowed my eyes but didn't comment on that. Just when he said something kind of sweet, he had to go and ruin it.

"What do you want?"

He let go of my wrist and held up the plastic bag. I could make out several plastic containers stacked one on top of the other.

"I'm guessing you haven't had lunch yet, so I brought you some sushi to share."

I highly doubted that he needed to 'guess' anything. This was, after all, the day when I had no classes for the rest of the afternoon. Awfully coincidental.

"You've been talking to Bryce and Sandy again, haven't you," I said flatly. I didn't even need to phrase it as a question. He, at least, had the good grace to look guilty.

"Bryce may have given me your schedule," he admitted.

I sighed. "How did I guess?" I muttered sarcastically.

I wanted to be strong and tell him to get lost, but the thought of that delicious sushi being thrown out was just too horrible. Damn him – he knew sushi was one of my weaknesses. Sushi – coupled with the adorable eyes and pleading smile he was sporting – was just too much to pass up.

"Come on," I finally said. "There're some tables and chairs not too far away."


A/N: I have four things to say:

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JAckles : How's the belonging going? You'd be onto the next topic by now, right? I found extension English easier by a mile! But that wasn't the same with maths – ext maths was a million times harder than advanced. Oh no, I didn't mean to make Logan so clingy! He's just meant to be chasing after Regan a little bit.

Ederra : Zac Taylor is perfect! Thanks for the suggestion, I'll be changing the pictures asap!