Once I shut the door, I turn and find Logan standing in the middle of my room with her arms crossed, her eyes wide, and her breathing ragged. She looks a bit frightened at the moment, understandably so. Not sure if she's scared of Patrick or me, I cross the room to stand in front of her, hoping I can comfort her. 

"Hey, you okay?" I softly ask, bending my head down to cause my eyes to be leveled with hers while placing my hand on her arm. My shoulders instantly relax as soon as I touch her. I didn't realize how tense I was from the adrenaline still coursing through me. 

She gasps and quickly flinches, but then seems to calm when she remembers it's me and not Patrick touching her. "Yeah, I'm okay." She exhales, and her shoulders settle. "Thank you. I'm sorry you had to do that. I know he's your friend."  

"Oh, no. Fuck that guy." I shake my head. "He just... He lives here, and we play on the same team, but we're not friends. He's kind of the worst."  

She chuckles and uncrosses her arms, seeming to feel more comfortable now that she's not in any danger. "Well, thank you again. I'm going to find my way back to the dorms now that the coast is probably clear." She points towards the door. "Actually, have you seen Marc?"

 

"I haven't," I say while shaking my head. "I have a feeling he probably went home with Lauren." I roll my eyes, and she does the same, which causes me to smile. "But there's no way you're walking back to your dorm right now. Its the middle of the night, and that's a 30-minute walk. Not to mention it's pitch black outside. Would you even know your way back?" I doubt she would since she just moved here, and this campus is huge. 

She looks defeated as she sags her shoulders and lifts her eyes towards the ceiling. "No, probably not. But I don't know what else to do. Everyone is drunk and not to be rude, but your couches are gross, and I refuse to sleep on one of them."