Post by mac on Sept 29, 2016 17:04:54 GMT
What the heck did he ever do to deserve this, Cliff thought? All he’d ever done to Logan was reject her! Obviously she couldn’t handle rejection. It was kind of pathetic, really. He finished tearing up his cutout and it felt good to do that. He almost – almost – did the same thing to the Cleo cutout but he just couldn’t. He glanced over at the Cleo cutout and remembered how much he missed her. He hadn’t been able to see her since the police escorted them back home after their little incident. Grounding aside, Cleo’s mother banned him from ever going near her daughter again. And the trip had been worthless – the Maine part, anyway. Logan was right last year. Maine really wasn’t his home after all. He felt like he didn’t even have a home anymore.
Cliff clenched his fist and glanced back over at Logan and Daemon. So they were buddies, were they? He looked from Logan to Daemon, appraising the guy. He hadn’t seemed the dangerous type when Cliff first met him but he could see a smirk on the guy’s face, like he was getting pleasure out of this whole situation. This wasn’t the last Cliff would be seeing of Logan. No doubt this Daemon guy was going to have her over all the time.
He looked back at Logan when she asked him why there were no threats being spewed at her. His frown deepened and he dropped the cutout he was holding in favor of cracking his knuckles. He didn’t say anything, and just stared at her.
”Oooh, scary,” Daemon said, reaching over to grab Logan’s shoulder and lean his chin playfully on it. He glanced over at Logan then at Cliff. ”He seems different from the pictures you took last year. Maybe his balls finally dropped.”
”Go bother someone else!” Cliff snapped, and Daemon shrugged at Logan’s inquiry.
”Maybe you could come into my room instead. That way we ain’t botherin’ the Doof and we can get that Twitter set up. That gossip blog’s already super interested. Better give it somethin’ to tweet about already.”