Chapter 64 Heart heavier than ever 1
Logan’s POV
She heard me.
Those three words hit harder than any punch I’d taken on the field. Harder than any lecture, harder than any breakup. Because it wasn’t just anyone who heard me say it.
It was Ava. The girl who considered me her whole world.
She stood there, her eyes wide ,Chest heaving,Her lips parting like she was trying to speak but nothing came out. The look in her eyes wasn’t just hurt. It was betrayal. Shattered hope. Like I’d taken everything she believed in and set it on fire.
And I did.
God, I did.
The second she turned and ran, my brain short-circuited.
“AVA!”
But she didn’t stop.
Her shoes clicked against the floor, echoing down the hallway, fading with every desperate beat of my heart.
I lunged forward without thinking, shoving Aaron aside.
“What the hell did you say that for?” I growled.
Aaron raised his hands up mocking surrendering. “What did I say?? The question is what did you do to her Logan!”
It was true . it wasn’t just Aaron.
It was me.
The words came from my mouth.
“She was just a bet.
A quick fuck.
I’m done.”
Those words had been for them.
Not for her.
A cover. Something I said because I was too much of a coward to stand up to my so-called friends. Because Aaron had Miles breathing down our necks. Because if they found out I actually felt something, they’d use her. Hurt her. Or worse.
So I laughed. I joked.
And now?
Now the only person I cared about looked at me like I was poison.
I ran praying desperately to find her anywhere.
Down the hallway, around the corner, my heart was racing like it was trying to punish me. I scanned every door, every corner.
Nothing.
My phone was in my hand before I even realized. I had to find her.
Me: Ava, please. Just tell me where you are.
Me: I didn’t mean it. I swear to god.
Me: I’m sorry.
No reply.
I called. The phone went straight to voicemail.
I could barely see. My vision was swimming. with tears— with sheer panic. With regret.
My heart was hurting so badly that I could feel someone trying to rip it out of my body.
I checked every place I knew she might go.
The old stairwell behind the art wing.
Empty.
The library basement.
Empty.
The library where we kissed the first time.
Empty too.
I opened the gym door and yelled her name. The echo bounced back at me like a cruel joke.
I tried again.
“Ava! Please!”
But she didn’t answer. Just like she didn’t answer my calls. Or my texts.
I didn’t even know if she would again.
Because in her eyes, I was just another asshole with a secret. Another guy who used her. And the worst part?
I couldn’t even blame her.
I leaned against the wall near the lockers, sliding down until I was sitting on the cold tile, head in my hands. My breath came in shallow gasps. My fingers trembled.
How the hell did it all go so wrong so fast?
One second, she was looking at me like I mattered. Like she trusted me.
And the next?
Gone.
All because I was too afraid to tell the truth. Too afraid to let the world know that I cared about her more than I’d ever cared about anything.
Because the truth was, I’d fallen for her from the moment she called me out on my bullshit. The moment she looked at me like I was more than a name or a position on the team. She saw me.
And I crushed that.
With three sentences and a laugh I didn’t mean.
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