Chapter 13: Unacquainted Feelings

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I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted. Next time Logan wants to put on a concert in the local cafe, I need to remind him to do it earlier at night. I hesitantly got out of bed because I was contemplating faking sick or something so I wouldn't have to go to school and I could just sleep all day. My body somehow made its way out of bed and I started getting ready for school. I was putting on some black jeans when I heard my phone ring from across my bedroom. Who was calling me this early? I ran over to the phone with my pants still not fully on my legs. It was Logan. I answered the phone and held it between my ear and my shoulder so I could finish getting dressed.

"Logan?" I jumped into my pants and buttoned them.

"Morning Jones" he answered not sounding tired at all.

"Why are you calling me so early?"

"Well I had this fantastic idea, long story short, I'm driving you to school" he stated like he wasn't going to give me any other choice.

"Thanks, but you really don't have to do that" I told him while trying to pick out a shirt to wear.

"Well, you see Jones, it's a little too late for you to say no. By the way... nice underwear, black lace... very sexy" I just knew he was smiling right now. Wait. How did he know what I was wearing? I took a few steps to look out my window and sure enough his car was parked outside my house, but his windows were tinted so I couldn't actually see him.

"Are you... in your car right now?"

"I sure am" I could just see the smirk appearing on his face in my mind as he said that.

"Just come inside and stop watching me in your car like some stalker" I hung up the phone and got a shirt to put on. I decided to wear a navy blue tank top with my black jeans and threw on a leather jacket over top of the shirt. I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs to meet Logan. I saw him standing in the doorway gazing at me coming down the stairs.

"You've got to be kidding me" I voiced in an irritated tone. He was wearing black pants with a navy blue shirt under a leather jacket. He just looked at my outfit, which looked like his and he started to smile, trying to hold in his laughter. It didn't work, he just ended up laughing anyway.

"I, uh... I like your outfit, Jones" he raised his eyebrows and chuckled some more.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" I asked not looking for an answered because I knew what it would be. I walked over to the kitchen to get some breakfast and heard him follow me.

"Well I have to think I'm funny, if I don't, then there's a possibility no one thinks I'm funny, and I don't think I could live with that, I'd be heartbroken" he put his hand to his chest in mock hurt . I walked around the counter to get breakfast, rolling my eyes, and he placed himself on the stool, which was on the other side of the counter facing me.

"You know, your logic scares me sometimes" he just smirked in response to my statement. I got out a piece of bread and put it in the toaster. I then got out the jar of blueberry jam for my toast, but screwed the lid off to eat it out of the jar with a spoon while waiting for my toast. Logan just started chuckling.

"What are you doing?" he asked me as I turned around while licking the spoon.

"Eating blueberry jam, what does it look like? I hissed back and he put his hand up in mock surrender.

"But why blueberry jam? If you're gonna eat something out of a jar, it should be peanut butter" he said while I scooped out another spoonful of jam.

"Everyone has an addiction, mine is blueberry jam. It's like eating blueberry pie, but without the pie crust" I reasoned while licking the spoon seductively. Logan dropped his head in his hands and rubbed his face smiling.

My toast was ready and I smeared the jam on it and ate half of it. I held the other half in my mouth while I put my books in my book bag and walked back over to where Logan was sitting.

"Want some?" I managed to ask, pointing to the piece of toast I was still holding in my mouth. Logan leaned forward, gazing into my eyes, our faces almost touching, and he bit off a piece of the toast that was in my mouth.

"I am no longer a blueberry jam virgin" he stated getting up off the stool following me to the door.

"Are you telling me you've never had blueberry jam before?" my eyes widened in shock. He's been deprived of man's greatest culinary creation until now.

"Well now I've had it" he smiled at me as we walked out the front door of my house and headed towards his car. "What do you think people are gonna think of our outfits?" he added while opening the car door for me. I stood on the other side of the door trying to come up with an answer.

"My guess is we'll probably get 'cute couple' again" I answered while quoting 'cute couple' with my two fingers referring to last night. He let out a light laugh and waited for me to get in the car, then shut the door. Logan got in on his side and started the car.

"Just so you know, you missed a very important announcement about the dance yesterday at school, when you decided to not come" I looked over at him.

"Oh yeah, I heard people talking about that, what's the big deal over some high school dance?" he furrowed his brows at me.

"I honestly couldn't tell you, they call it 'The Snow Ball'. They have it every year right before Valentines day, everyone gets super dressed up. Our school only has two dances a year and that's one of them, so I guess that's why people get excited. I don't know, I think it's lame"

"So let me guess, you've already bought your ticket for it and you've bought your dress. And by lame, you're trying to hide the fact that you're excited just like every other girl. It's okay, Jones, you can be real with me, just admit it, you don't think it's lame, you think it's some magical night where you actually have fun for once. Even though you don't believe in love or anything like that, you're hoping to God that you'll be dancing and then a slow song will come on and some perfect guy will charm you and ask you to dance and you'll end up having the perfect night. And when it's over and you're walking to your car in your sore feet from your heels, you'll be thinking that you wish you could relive it because you had the perfect night" he replied without looking at me and I just chuckled. He then looked over at me. "What? Am I wrong?" he shrugged.

"How do you do that? It's like you read my mind or something. Yeah, okay, I admit it. That night is--was--amazing, and everything you said is true, but I'm still wondering whether or not I should go" I felt a flood of emotions as I looked down.

"What do you mean 'was'?" he asked looking confused.

"At last year's dance, that's the first time Nate kissed me. I thought it was the start of an epic romance or something" I smiled feeling so stupid for ever thinking that.

"You know what? You're going to go to that dance. You're going to show up and you're gonna look beautiful, just like you always do, and you're going to forget about Nate and all the stupid stuff he's done. He's going to wish he had never hurt you. I won't have to charm you, cause it's me, that's already taken care of, but I'll ask you to dance and you'll get to have your perfect slow dance and your perfect night. And at the end of the night, I'll carry you to your car so you won't have to walk in your sore feet and I sure as hell won't get you a corsage, because I know you and I know you hate when people buy you flowers" he voiced enthusiastically. Logan genuinely sounded excited to go to this dance. "By the way, when is this thing?" he added looking over at me.

"It's this Tuesday, on the 12th, and thanks for wanting to do all that stuff for me" I looked over at him as a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

"Jones, I'd do anything for you. You should know that by now. I like seeing you happy and I like knowing that I had something to do with it" I blushed at his statement. All I wanted to do in that moment was tell him that last night while I was laying bed, I wished that he was there beside me, but I feel like saying something like that would not only ruin the moment, but ruin our friendship.

~

"Wow, you guys look... cute" Kat told Logan and I just before I made my way into my first period class. Logan put his arm over my shoulder and brought me in closer.

"Mmmm, I know right, we planned this alllll night... if you know what I mean" he winked at Kat then I pushed him off of me and gasped while he started laughing.

"I'll see you guys later" she shook her head, smiling, walking into the class.

"Listen, I got to go, but--" I was interrupted by Logan backing me up quickly against the lockers. His arms caged me in and his lips were almost touching mine, while his eyes flickered between my eyes and my lips. "What are you d--" he put his finger up to my mouth and dragged it down my bottom lip.

"Nate is at his locker right now" he nodded in Nate's direction. Nate was standing at his locker, his books in one hand and the other was on his locker door. He looked hurt, if that was even possible. He then slammed his locker door shut, making a loud noise and walked away. I then turned back to face Logan. "I was making him jealous" he added while his whole body was still pushed up against mine.

"Well he's gone, so why does it look like you're about to kiss me right now?" I swallowed down emotions and gazed at his lips.

"Right, sorry" he got off me and shoved his hands in his pockets. Now things were awkward.

"Well, um... I'm gonna... go to class" I voiced making the awkwardness in the air thicker. "I'll, uh, see you later?" I took steps back towards my class.

"Uh, yeah... yeah of course, I'll... um... I'll see you in gym" I gave him a quick nod in response and headed into my first class.

~

I was changed for gym, sitting on the bench next to Frankie, who was also changed, and we were waiting for the rest of the class to get dressed for gym.

"Where's pretty boy? He wasn't in the changing room" Frankie questioned. I guess my nickname for Logan was catching on.

"I don't know where Logan is, I just saw him this morning" I shrugged.

"More like under him this morning" Frankie raised his eyebrows at me.  

"Oh, you saw that?" I asked rubbing my forehead.

"I sure did, it looked kind of intense"

"He was just trying to make Nate jealous" I justified Logan's actions.

"How convenient for Logan" Frankie rolled his eyes. I smiled at his reply and looked down at the floor.

By now, all the boys were changed, but still no sign of Logan. I wonder where he went. Mr. Young started to call names for attendance.

"Carter" Young called out, but he wasn't here. "Anyone seen Carter?" he asked the class.

"I saw him this morning, but I can go look out in the hallway or something, if you want" I suggested. He nodded and I ran to the gym doors with my long blonde ponytail swinging from side to side.

I looked outside the doors to see Logan chatting up some girl against the lockers. I rolled my eyes when she twirled a piece of her hair with her finger and batted her eyelashes. I walked over to them determinedly.

"Hey Logan, has your doctor called about the STD test results yet?" I asked totally lying so that girl would go away and it worked. She had a disgusted look on her face and walked away quickly, it was actually kind of amusing. I started to walk away and I felt him grip my wrist, making me turn around.

"What the hell is wrong with you Stella?" he furrowed his brows together looking pissed and sounding like it too.

"Nothing. What's wrong with you?"

"Out of all things you could've come up with, you had to say that? You couldn't have said something, I don't know, more believable?" He started walking towards me as I kept taking steps backward.

"I thought it would be believable, I mean why wouldn't it be? You sleep with a lot of girls don't you? Cause last time I checked, that's what you do, sleep with a bunch of people" I started to walk away. Why was I so mad over this? It's not like I had feelings for him or anything.

"Why are you walking away from me right now?" I heard his voice behind me, but I didn't want to turn around.

"Because this conversation is over and they're all waiting for you inside the gym" I shot back still walking away.

"You know what? I'm not going, tell them someone pissed me off" I knew he was talking about me. I heard him walk away and I wiped a tear that slipped out of the corner of my eye. I walked up to the group of guys waiting for me to report back on Logan's attendance.

"Uh, I couldn't find him" I lied as I walked over to Frankie.

"You okay?" Frankie touched my shoulder.

"No, not really" I answered.

~

Logan drove me to school, but there was no way in hell that I was letting him drive me back home. I told Frankie what happened after gym class and I asked if he could drive me home. I knew he wasn't going to say no, he'd do anything for me, he's a lot like Logan in that way. But I guess I can't really say that anymore. I didn't see Logan the rest of the day; I was okay with that though, I didn't know how I'd feel if I did see him.

Frankie and I walked out to the school parking lot and got in his car. I felt my phone vibrate and I took it out to see who texted me.

"Jones, where are you? I need to drive home" Logan texted me.

"You don't need to do anything for me and I'm getting drive home with someone else" I replied.

"Come on, Jones, don't be like this. I'm sorry, just get in my car and we can talk about this" I just left him on read, I didn't even want to answer him at this point.

"Who's texting you?" Frankie asked looking over at me.

"Someone just texted the wrong number" I lied and looked out the window. Frankie pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive to my house. I only said one thing today, maybe out of jealously, I'm not really sure, and then I lose the person who I said it to. Why was I like this? I never get jealous.

Frankie dropped me off and I walked into my house crying.

"Honey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" my mom asked walking over to me. I dropped my book bag and hugged her, sobbing.

"I saw Logan with this girl today and I had this weird feeling inside of me and I said something cause maybe I was jealous, I don't know what I was feeling. And then all of a sudden he was pissed at me and we got into another fight, and something's wrong with me mom. There's this feeling every time I get when he's around and I can't make it stop. I just want it to stop, please make it stop" I cried into her shoulder. She broke the hug and held my hands.

"Stella... you like him"

"Mom I have to like him, he is--well was my friend" I cried.

"Honey, I mean you like him more than a friend".

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