Chapter Twelve

                                    

                                          
Maddie's POV
                          
I couldn't believe it. I ditched school. Scratch that, I was forced to leave school thanks to this man. I glared at Logan, but he ignored me. We were outside Dairy Queen, eating ice cream, not to mention that I had to buy for myself and him. I bit the cone angrily and stood in front of him. He glanced at me.
                          
"I command you to take me back to school," I ordered.
                          
"Why are you so obsessed with school?" he asked, ignoring my command.
                          
"I have never once missed a day of school, never even ditched school. But, because of you," I pointed my finger at him. "I have to go miss one day," I cried out. "Do you not know how much we learn in school in just a day? Now I have to go make it up and it's going to look bad on my transcript."
                          
"Stop fussing," he said. "You're ruining my appetite." I glared at him and he sighed. "I can't take you back, but we can go somewhere else. Tell me where you want to go."
                          
"There's nowhere else to go, but school."
                          
He ignored me. "Tell me where you want to go," he repeated.
                          
He wasn't going to stop until I say something he would like. "Fine. I want to go.....I want to go to a place you like to go to."
                          
He wasn't expecting that answer from me. "Really?" he asked. "Because the place I go to is full of blood and sweat."
                          
I hesitated, not because I was scared, but because I didn't want to experience that feeling again. I knew what he was talking about and I was digging my grave because I was the one that asked that even though I knew he would say something like that.
                          
"Yes," I said, making my decision. "That doesn't scare me."
                          
He looked at me, doubtfully, but didn't say anything about it. "Then hop on."
                          
I closed my eyes as he drove to the place. I didn't want to remember how to get there.
                          
"You can let go of me," he said. "We're here."
                          
I opened my eyes and got off. This wasn't the place I was expecting. It wasn't even the place that he was talking about.
                          
"Where are we?"
                          
"The place that I always go to."
                          
I was staring at a movie theater. "That's not funny," I said.
                          
"Where did you think that we were going? Tell me."
                          
"N-no," I stuttered. "I wasn't even thinking anything anyways."
                          
He looked a me, giving me a look that he knew I was lying. He picked a movie, blood and killing, of course and we went in the theater. It was a pretty empty since it was still in the afternoon and we sat in silence, uncomfortable silence. It's a good thing that he brought us here. I wouldn't have known what to do, or what do talk about.
                          
The movie started in a couple minutes later and I was so into the movie that I didn't see Logan staring at me. I grabbed some popcorn and nearly jerked away when I felt his hand touched mine. I looked at him and he gave me a weird look.
                          
"What's wrong?" he asked, the first thing that he said when the movie started.
                          
"Nothing," I replied.
                          
He didn't question and continued to watch the movie, but I couldn't. His whole presence filled my thoughts. I saw him move to get more comfortable and grabbed his soda and took a sip. I gaze at his neck, where his adam's apple gulped down the soda.
                          
"What?" he asked, irritated.
                          
Oh no! I thought. He saw me looking at him. "N-nothing," I replied again, embarrassed. It was a good thing that he couldn't see me blush.
                          
After an hour later, the movie was finished and we stood up to go home. I looked at the time. "Hey Logan, it's time for tutoring."
                          
He grimaced at me and ignored me.
                          
"Did you hear me? You better be there when I finish setting up the books."
                          
Again, he pretended that he didn't hear me and got on his motorcycle. Suddenly, he threw his other helmet at me and I threw out my hand just in time to catch it.
                          
"What the heck was that for?"
                          
"Get on," He said. "Or I'll leave you."
                          
I quickly got on and squeezed him tightly, closing my eyes, as he drove off, still hating the feeling of going fast. I opened my eyes and saw that we were going the opposite direction of our house.
                          
"Where are you going?" I asked. "The house's is in the opposite direction."
                          
"I know," he answered and that was all.
                          
I glared at his back. At least explain yourself. I thought we were going to go home.
                          
"Where are we going?" I asked. He didn't answer. "Where are we going?" I repeated and smirked. Two could play this game. "Where are we going? Where are we going? Where are we going? Where are we--?"
                          
"Getting tired of asking?" he asked, cutting my sentence out.
                          
"Getting tired of listening? Just answer me," I told him.
                          
He sighed, running his hand through his already messy hair and I nearly screamed.
                          
"What?" he asked, annoyed.
                          
"Why did you let go of the handle? You know you could've killed us."
                          
"You don't know how many times that I rode a motorcycle. Just holding one handle won't make us dead. Want me to show you no hands?"
                          
"No!" I cried out. "Don't!"
                          
 I swear I could see him smirking at me. "Too late."
                          
I screamed for my life.