Last Chapter: Bryce confronts Logan after he and Regan fight and gets him to admit that he really like Regan. She agrees to give him Regan's schedule. He hunts her down to her soccer training and they practise together for a while afterwards. They fight about who left who and Regan storms off. Two days later, Logan apologises to her when she's at university and they have lunch together.


Crash and Burn

Chapter Thirteen



"Studying – ever notice how they conveniently put 'dying' at the end of this word?" – Unknown

I was just popping one of the last tiny cucumber rolls – swimming in soy sauce – into my mouth when I said, "You know James and Caz are together?"

So far, the lunch had been strangely pleasant with Logan toning down on his disgusting innuendos. It was nice, a little too nice if I were to be honest. I shouldn't have been letting myself get so comfortable in his presence but with his easy charm and delicious sushi, I just couldn't help myself. Just like years ago, I still found him addicting. But I didn't want to think about how dangerous that was to me at the moment – I just wanted a nice, relaxing lunch after my stressful morning classes.

Logan narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Who's Caz?"

My eyebrows shot up. "Are you being serious right now?" I laughed. "You're just so famous now that you have no more time for us lesser beings that you left behind in school? I'd like to see you trying to remember people's names at our five year reunion next year!" I teased.

"Oh ha ha," he said sarcastically. "You're not even going to give me a hint?"

"Caz, short for Cascade, the girl who I hung out with a lot at the end of senior year? You hung out with her a bit too; I can't believe you've already forgotten her."

He thought for a moment before he sat upright, a smile on his face. "I remember! Dark hair with different coloured streaks, looked a bit emo."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, that'd be her. But she looked so different at the wedding, all the emo-ness gone. I'm sure if you'd seen her you wouldn't have recognised her, with your apparently horrible memory. I'm surprised you knew what Lexie looked like or even who she was!"

"I'm not that bad with names," he mumbled around the piece of sushi in his mouth, making me curl my lip in disgust. "Besides, I've known Lexie for years since we were always over at your house and I still kept in contact with her occasionally."

"She didn't mention anything like that," I said, narrowing my eyes.

"I highly doubt she would've told you, Regan. You, who spent half the wedding trying to hide behind other people just to avoid me?" At my shocked look, he continued. "Don't think I didn't notice; you weren't that good. I would've been impressed if it wasn't so damn annoying."

I could feel my face turning bright red as I pressed my lips together. I avoided looking him in the eyes and instead stared down at the remaining sushi. However when I felt his fingers brush my cheek, my eyes snapped back up and were caught by the soft emotion in his.

"I thought it was adorable," he murmured. "It meant that you weren't over me. I don't know what I would've done if you'd just treated me like everyone else; like our time together no long meant anything to you."

His hand smoothed over my hair and I lent into the caress, my lips parting when he ran his thumb over them. He pulled away and I blinked at the loss of contact, becoming cold. I shook my head slightly so I could get my thoughts back under my control.

I cleared my throat, but that look in his eye kept distracting me. I wanted to fall back into them but I wouldn't let myself.

"So, uh…" I mumbled.

Luckily, he saved me from being too much more of a bumbling mess. "So why were you looking so stressed when you came out of that room?"

I cleared my throat again as my brain started working again. Okay, this was good – a safe topic. I could easily talk about uni without being distracted by him.

"My lecturer told us that we're going to have a mock test on the topic we were studying next week and I've been falling a bit behind with it all."
"A mock test? Does it count for anything then?"

"Not much, only five percent, but that could mean the difference between a credit and a distinction and I need all the marks I can get. I'm on a scholarship, remember?"
He nodded, popping another bit of sushi into his mouth as he chewed thoughtfully.
"Do you want me to help you study?"
My mouth popped open. "Are you serious? But you don't even study medicine!"

"No, but if you wrote up your notes I could ask you questions about it. Would you like me to help?"
I eyed him suspiciously. "What do you want in return?"

He smiled. "Do I have to want something other than your company in return?"

I mulled this over.

"I guess not," I said slowly, reluctantly. "But no funny business! I mean it! I really need to study and I can't be distracted by… stuff."

"'Stuff'?" he echoed, his smile growing and amusement dancing in his eyes. "What do you mean by that, I wonder?"

"You! I don't want to be distracted by you touching me and stuff!" I snapped. "I really need to study for this!"

He raised his eyebrows. "I promise not to distract you from work."
"What makes you think I trust your promises after last time?"

"Fine," he said, still smiling. "I give you my word, without my fingers being crossed, that I'm just going to help you study and not try to distract you."

I nodded, satisfied.

"Good. Now are you going to have that last sushi roll? Because I'm hungry."


Logan made a surprisingly good study partner. He asked good questions and was patient as we went over and over concepts that I was having trouble with. We had been spread out across the couches in the living room, but then Sandy had come home and sat himself in the armchair, staring at Logan with his head on his knuckles. As per usual, Sandy had made a menace of himself and I could tell Logan was getting freaked out. So we'd moved to my room and downgraded to the floor with pillows and notes strewn across the floor. The radio was playing a popular FM station, the voice of the radio show host a soft murmur in the background.

We were going through the Latin names of different types of diseases when a name caught my attention on the radio. Shooting Logan a mischievous grin, I reached across him and turned up the volume on my radio.

"…we promised earlier he'd be on the show and he joins us now!" the host was announcing. "Logan Williams, welcome back to London!"

"It's good to be back," came Logan's radio voice.

Real Logan groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"Of all the radio stations," he mumbled.

"This is a great, real-time interview," I mused, grinning. "Very legit."

His cheeks were coloured slightly pink as he looked up and it made me want to coo at him.

"Most of radio is pre-recorded. I did this this morning before lunch. Can we turn it off now?" he demanded. He reached over to change the channel but I slapped his hand away.

"I wanna listen and discover more about the mysterious Logan Williams," I teased.

"I hate listening to myself," he muttered, slouching back. "It's weird."

"Well, I think you're in the wrong industry then, my friend," I mused. I tuned back into the radio.

"And I understand you've just wrapped up your US and British tours, promoting your album 'Delirium'. What would you say your favourite place was?"

"I'm gonna say London," radio Logan said.

The host laughed. "You're only saying that because you're in London!"

"No, no, I'm serious!" radio Logan protested, laughing along with him. "It has legitimately been my favourite city so far; the crowds at Stereosonic were just amazing. They're the type of people that make me remember why I'm in this industry and doing all this in the first place."

"Now, there have been rumours of some movie deals floating about," the host said, moving the show right along with business-like efficiency. "Tell me and the listeners – is there any truth to this?"

"I have been approached to appear in some movies, but I've turned them all down. I guess lately there have been quite a few artists doing stints on movies, like Rihanna, but that's never appealed to me. I've just wanted to get my music out to the wider audience and I guess I've achieved that."

"And that's why they call you the golden boy of Hollywood!"

Radio Logan laughed, although I could tell it was a tad forced. "I guess so."

"So what about the rumours about James Cameron approaching you for one of his movies?"

Now his laugh was genuine. "That one is definitely false."

"And the ones about appearing as a cameo on the next season of 'Mad Men'?"

"I have no idea where you even heard that!" radio Logan exclaimed, laughing loudly.

"Alright, I admit, I made that one up. But let me try for a hat trick here – is it true you're planning on a staying in London for a while?"

"That's true. I just finished a pretty massive tour so I'm taking some time off to relax and maybe work on some new tracks for the next album."

The host seemed to perk up at this. "Ooh, can you give away any hints of what it'll be about?"

"I'll tell you this – one of the songs is about a girl."

The host laughed, the sound almost grating on my ears. "Just about all your songs are about a girl! But it's right about time we headed to a song. So, his new album 'Delerium' is out right now and he wants you all to buy it, right Logan?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"Great! Our interview with Logan Williams isn't over yet! We'll continue chatting to him right after listening to his hit single at the moment, 'Imagine Me and You'."

The beginning strains of the song faded in and filled the room, before being abruptly cut off by real Logan, who was still red in the face.

"Alright, that's enough of that false cheeriness."

"I'm just surprised that your love life didn't come up for discussion, not even once," I exclaimed, basking in Logan's embarrassment.

"You haven't heard the second half of that horrible interview," he muttered. I immediately perked up and tried reaching over him to turn up the radio again.

"Nuh uh, no way," he said firmly, pushing me back by my shoulders. "I already sat through half of that for your sadistic amusement, I'm not gonna listen to anymore."
I pouted and tried to use puppy-dog eyes. My eyes were brown after all!

"Aw, but Logie, pretty please."

"No," he said immediately, completely unmoved by me. "And I gave my word that I wouldn't distract you. It may not be directly, but indirectly I would be distracting you, through the radio, from your work. Now, what were we up to?"

I sulkily sat back down and began sadly shuffling through my notes, peeking up at Logan beneath my lashes. Like the cruel, cruel man he was, he was utterly unmoved. I sighed, admitting defeat. It had been fun to watch Logan squirm while it lasted. It was so different from his usual arrogant, charming demeanour that it was strangely endearing.

There was a banging on my door before Bryce popped her head around.

"You guys want something for afternoon tea? And since it's Wednesday, we're heading out to meet Eddie at the Orient tonight. You two coming or do you have a date?" she asked, smiling slyly.

My cheeks turned red before I could help and I spluttered.

"No, we don't have a 'date'! Christ," I muttered. "I don't really feel like going out tonight."

Bryce pouted. "Aw, c'mon, don't be a fun sponge."

"Yeah, Ray-Ray, don't be a fun sponge," Logan parroted, making me glare at him.

"Maybe another night," I muttered into my notes. Bryce made an annoyed noise and left. I looked up at Logan and arched my eyebrows. "I hope you didn't have any plans tonight because we got a lot to cover."

Logan smiled, beautiful eyes crinkling gently in the corners.
"Free as a bird," he replied. "As long as we get some pizza delivered. I'm craving a good helping of pepperoni."

"Done," I replied quickly. It wasn't every day that I found a study partner so willingly.


"If I could change my schedule, I would," I said, scowling. I'd come out of the building where all the labs were to find Logan leaning against a pillar outside, obviously waiting for me. He pushed off it, smiling widely at me. I'm sure his silver eyes would be gleaming, if he took his sunglasses off.

"Let's go have lunch," he suggested. We stepped to the side to be out of the stream of people coming in and out of the building.

"You really cut right to the chase, don't you?"

"Sorry," he said, smile widening. "Hi Regan! How are you? I'm great too! Let's go have lunch." He paused and his eyebrow rose above his sunglasses. "Is that better?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Come on," he said cajolingly, leaning in. It was as if he knew the closer I was to him, the more my brain short-circuited. Just seeing him had my skin warming and heart rate picking up. "We can even get some more study done."
I hadn't seen him at all yesterday but had managed to write a few more notes that I still needed to learn. Damn him, he had a point.

"Fine," I said. His face brightened. "But you're buying lunch and we will be studying."

It was a fairly sunny day, surprisingly enough, so Logan bought me a sandwich and we sat out on the lawn. It was prickly against my legs but I wasn't going to miss this chance to get some vitamin D.

Once again, he proved to be the perfect study partner. He was patient and thorough, making sure I knew each point and going over the ones I had trouble with. He could deal with my wandering mind well and kept me on track, even when I drifted away more than once. Finally though, my brain was filled to the brim and I flopped back onto my back throwing my arm dramatically across my face.

"I can't take it anymore!" I moaned. "My poor brain is utterly fried. I will legit throw up if I have to revise anymore today."

Logan chuckled, the sound sending shivers through me.

"You did well today, we got through pretty much everything."

"I bet this must be boring as hell for you," I said, peering up at him from beneath my arm. "You wouldn't even know what half of this shit even means."

"Doctors don't swear," he said with a cheeky smile.

I huffed. "I'm not a doctor yet so fuck you!"

"I just helped you study for two hours and this is how you repay me?" He adopted a wounded expression.

I flung out my arm and managed to hit him on the leg.

"Don't be such a brat," I said. And then, because I was feeling a teensy bit bad, "Thank you though, for helping me. It means a lot."

He smiled at me, a genuine one that he'd directed at me all the time during our school days. It made me quirk my lips back at him.
"I have a friend coming to town on Saturday," he said. "Do you wanna have lunch with us? She really wants to meet you."
I was instantly wary.


His brows shot up. "What do you mean 'why'? There's nothing sinister about my question or anything. She's just been a great friend of mine for years and since she knows all about you, she wants to meet you now that I'm back in contact with you. You'll love her," he reassured me.

I was still suspicious but couldn't really find any reason to be. If it had just been us two, I probably would've said no. That came way too close to a date for my liking. But with his friend there acting as a buffer? It didn't help that when he looked at me like that, his eyes so warm and open, I couldn't deny him much.

"Fine," I acceded grudgingly.

He smiled brilliantly and I decided that it was worth it, just to see him look at me like that. God, I was becoming pathetic.

"That wasn't hard at all! I thought I'd have to pester you for the rest of the day!"
I frowned at him but there was no feeling in it. "I can still say no."

"No you can't, you've agreed and you're going," he said. "She'll be so excited. I'll SMS you the details, okay? Wait, what's your UK number?"

"Or you could just tell me all the details now," I said.

"I don't know the details yet. Do you not want to give me your number?" My annoyed expression gave me away. "You know I can just ask Sandy or Bryce to give me it, right?"

"Ugh, fine!" I rattled off my number and ignored his smug look. He stood up and stretched, towering over me. When he reached up, his shirt went up with him so I got a mouth-watering glimpse of his defined abs. Not what I wanted to see when I was trying to remain cool and collected.

"I'll text you, okay?" His grin was so childish and happy that I couldn't help sighing and giving him a smile of my own. He waved at me before setting off across the campus. I relaxed back fully onto the grass again, letting out another sigh. What had I just gotten myself into?


A/N: Sorry for the wait and I hope some people are still reading this! I do plan to get back to this story since I'm writing more regularly. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter.
And isn't the cover for this story awesome! I'm pretty proud of myself and am allowing myself an egotistical moment.