I lie in bed, trying to fall asleep with no such luck. It's getting quieter, meaning the house is beginning to clear out. My mind continues to wander back to Logan as I lick my lips and taste the vanilla that still lingers there from her drink. God, I wish she wasn't Marc's friend. 

I'm lost in my thoughts when I hear voices right outside my door—both of which I recognize.  

"C'mon Cali, it'll be fun. Just stay with me." I hear Patrick say to who I assume is Logan judging from the ridiculous nickname he's given her. 

Is she going to stay with him? Does she want to?