A couple of days had passed since the library incident and so far, Logan stuck to his word. For the most part, he acted like nothing sexual had happened. Though occasionally, he'd whisper some sort of obscenity in my ear just after he walked me to a class, just enough to make my face flush and my mind wander for the entire period. He walked around the school all day with his arm over my shoulders and formally introduced me as his girlfriend to his friends on the football team and some of the cheerleaders, even though I've known most of these people since preschool. For the most part, they all seemed accepting, all but one cheerleader: Vanessa Hodges, a Class A Bitch that seemed to have been fucking since elementary school.
"Ugh, since when have you dated so far beneath you, Logan? I'm surprised at you!" she said directly to Logan as if I wasn't standing there.
I shook his arm off my shoulders and stepped towards her, causing her to take a step backward. "Excuse me, but unlike you, I've been accepted into five different colleges, two of which I never even applied to. My eighth grade ACT score trumps the one you're trying to shove at colleges right now as a Senior. I'm going somewhere without having to sleep with my professors... can I say the same for you? I think not. That means I'm definitely not beneath anyone... especially not you."
She huffed and pushed past me and Logan looked at me with an unreadable look on his face. "What? She started it," I said, shrugging.
"Well, you finished it, Babe... impressive. Let's get outta here," he said, opening the door for me. He walked me out to my car. It was Thursday and he had a game tomorrow, I would see him at school but not afterwards. It was really weird how I had a somewhat uneasy feeling about not meeting him at the library for the first time that week. He seemed to be able to tell what I was thinking because he wrapped me in a tight hug. His actions surprised me because he'd never given me an actual hug before.
I knew better than to feed into this bullshit, this was an act... this part of the deal and nothing more. Even though I knew I wasn't beneath anyone, I definitely knew that I wasn't Logan's type... this was just something to boost my status a little bit. Regardless of what my brain was telling me, I felt myself relax into his hug and I felt my arms wrap around him as well. I inhaled his scent: cologne and masculinity and felt my worries fade away...
Friday was uneventful except for the fact that Logan had his biology test last period. As we walked the halls hand-in-hand, he would ask me to quiz him. Honestly, I could say that I was impressed.
"What is the actual definition of a tissue?" I asked, grabbing some books out of my locker.
"A group of cells working together to perform a specific function," he said, taking them from me.
"Outstanding, Logan!" I said as I leaned forward to let my lips brush his, "I'm so proud of you!"
Before Logan could say anything I heard a female voice echoing down the hall: "Lauren Jameson!" Mrs. Oricelli yelled as she trudged down the hallway. "You know that public displays of affection are grounds for detention! I am surprised at you!"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Oricelli. I guess I just wasn't thinking," I said, looking down.
"You most certainly were not thinking! I don't know what's gotten into you!" she said, looking at me.
"I bet I do!" one of Logan's friends yelled in the background, causing both Mrs. Oricelli and myself to turn different shades of red.
"Hey, Chance, shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you! And you, can you lighten up on her, Teach? She said she was sorry and it won't happen again, plus, she's a first-offender!" Logan said, trying to control every aspect of the situation.
"I guess I can let this one slide... You are a first-offender. Just don't let this happen again, Lauren," she said as she walked away.
I had mixed feelings... this was the first time I've ever been called out by a teacher and I didn't like the way it felt, not one bit. Logan put his free arm around me and pulled me close. "It's okay, Babe," he whispered into my ear and touched his forehead to my temple. He walked me to my last class and I wished him luck on his test. He smiled at me nervously before he walked down the hallway. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him walk away, the "Chadwick" on his letterman's jacket disappearing into the distance. I thought about how lucky I was that he was mine... or was he? That was the last time I saw him that day and I didn't hear from him at all over the weekend, I hoped it went okay.
I knew they won their game because when James got home, he was elated, giving us all highlights of the game that were so vivid it was almost as if we were there. I couldn't help but swell with pride when he told us about Logan's performance. "That boy is a helluva quarterback... he's going places!"
Monday morning, he was sitting outside of my house in his car waiting for me to come out. "Ren, that Chadwick boy is outside in the driveway, it looks like he's waiting for something," my mom said, peeking out of the window.
"He's what?" I asked, looking out the opposite window. "Oh, my God! What is he doing here?" I asked myself aloud. I grabbed a piece of bacon and a piece of toast off the table and grabbed a bottled water out of the refrigerator. I was already dressed and ready for school, I was just waiting on breakfast. I slung my backpack over my shoulders, grabbed my keys, and I was out the door.
When I walked outside, he got out of his Navigator and walked over to me wrapping me in a tight hug. "I've missed you!" he said, picking me up off the ground and twirling me around before setting me back down. I was extremely shocked by his action, but I had to admit that he made me feel ten feet tall.
"I've missed you, too, Logan... but what are you doing at my house at seven thirty in the morning?" I asked, puzzled.
"Two reasons. One: No girlfriend of mine is gonna have to drive to school every morning and Two: I have something to show you," he said flashing that to-die-for smile of his. I was quite surprised how far he was taking this act of his, he should be getting an Oscar for Best Performance!
"What did you want to show me?" I asked.
