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"Logan?!" I said not believing my eyes. Standing in front of me was one of my guy best friends, Logan Milanovic.

"Hey! whoever the hell you are get off her" Logan groaned and his grip tighten on Michael's jacket.

Michael bend down, surprising Logan as only a leather jacket was left in his hand because Michael wasn't wearing the jacket, he was just carrying it like a towel on his shoulders.

He was now shirtless. Well you can say Jacket less but that doesn't make any sense.

"Even if I try" Michael said, raising our connected wrists and showing the handcuffs to Logan. "I won't be able to get off her."

"Sierra, what's going on?" Logan asked, confusion clearly evident on his face.

"It's-"

"A long story" I was interrupted by Ashley, who was standing just behind Logan. Logan turned his head to see who interrupted the conversation.

*

"What the hell is going on will anyone tell me about this "Long Story" ?" Logan said, using his pointer and middle finger to quote the last two words.

All four of us were sitting in Ashley's car. Michael and I were sat on the back seat and he was already asleep due to the amount of alcohol he consumed. His head rested on my shoulder and I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

Ashley was driving and Logan was sat on the passenger seat, looking pissed as ever. "I'll tell you, stop making a big deal out of this" Ashley said, giving Logan a flat look and he muttered a bunch of colourful words under his breath.

He eyed the rear view mirror slightly and saw Michael's head resting on my shoulder. He clenched his jaw before looking out of the window.

Why was he so pissed because of Michael? All I know about Logan is he's a sweet guy , so why was he so furious today?

"You told me that you wouldn't be coming to the party?" Logan asked Ashley.

"Well, I can't explain it to you right now because it's part of that long story" Ash said, moving the steering wheel and taking a turn. "And I'll be telling you that story tomorrow"

"Tomorrow?!!" Logan snapped and Ash gave him a warning glare, pointing towards Michael who was fast a sleep and Logan slightly nodded.

"It's too late and it's not a bedtime story, so have patience" she said.

"How're you?" suddenly Logan turned his head towards me and I passed him a smile.

"I missed you" I said and he kept on staring into my eyes before a little smile plastered on his face and he turned his head towards the window again.

"Here we are" Ash said and I looked outside the window to see Michael's enormous mansion again. It was dark outside, but the white walls of the mansion were shining. "Shall I help you take him or you'll take him?"

"Guess I need help" I said and Ashley got out of the car before opening the back door for me but Logan was just sitting and staring at Michael's face. Why was he acting so awkward today? God only knows.

I know he must be a little disappointed in me for missing school and not replying to his texts, but I had my own issues.

Michael was still asleep and I didn't try to wake him up, while Ash and I carried him to my room because it was the nearest and we didn't had to go up the stairs.

Ashley stopped near the room door putting Michael's whole weight on me. "Take care, goodnight" she said and closed the door.

In a matter of seconds I was pinned against the wall by Michael and I was in an utter shock. I glared at his face with my eyes wide. Moments ago he was sleeping and suddenly this. "M-Michael" I stuttered.

"You never told me that you had a boyfriend ?" he said with pure anger burning in his eyes.

"B-Boyfriend?" I stuttered again.

"Who's that Logan guy then, whom you missed a lot?" he groaned emphasizing on the last two words.

"Logan is just a friend" I said and suddenly his grip loosened and I took a deep breath.

"Why do you even care if I have a boyfriend or not?" I said, pushing him a bit but he didn't budge.

His grip tightened again. "I want to punch you" he said and I frowned. "In the lips with mine" and before I could utter a word he crashed his lips on mine and my eyes widened and my breath caught in my chest. I tried hard to push him away but his grip just tightened.

Realising that he will not move a muscle, I stopped trying and our lips moved in sync. His lips were sweet almost sugar coated and for a moment I was happy that these lips were on mine.

Michael broke the kiss and it took us a few seconds to catch our breaths. Then it hit me, Michael was drunk, he wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow and a tear rolled down my cheek.

Michael started walking towards the bed dragging me with him and we both went under the sheets without uttering a word.

I don't know what this feeling is but, I think I like Michael Robins.