was actually going to say I need a new enemy because you are too easy to beat.”
“Is that so?”
“It is.”
He yawns loudly, making sure I can hear it, and I just glare at him. We’re in each other’s face now, his jaw in front of mine, his face hard and determined. Our bodies feel on fire this close together, and suddenly all I want is to keep insulting and insulting him, because it makes everything feel right in the world again. I breathe slowly in and out, my eyes locked on his, my heart pounding in the best way possible. Cute try, Logan , I think, the resentment rolling off my tongue.
“So are you going to tell me why you’re here?” I fall into place against the side of this building. His arm rests beside mine, so close we’re practically touching, and I convince myself that the whole world will explode if his skin ever comes in contact with mine.
I lock eyes with him, and he gives me an innocent smile. “Can’t a guy just lean against a random building without a reason?”
“Nope. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that there is always reason.”
“Fine. You caught me. The truth is,” he says in a way that is both sweet and cold at the same time, and I seriously have to commend him on how awesomely intimidating it sounds. He moves his face closer to mine. “I have a crush on you,” he breathes. “Always have.”
I laugh at the ridiculousness of the idea. “Good, because I’ve always thought you were so hot with your nerd glasses and…”--I motion in his general direction, making the disgust clear as day--”whatever shirt you’re wearing.” It is seriously hard to compliment him, I realize, even if I’m just pretending.
He shrugs. “It’s all part of the college boy charm.” He flashes me a crooked smile.
“You’re pathetic,” I say.
“And I hate you with all of my heart.”
“So we finally agree on something.”
“That we do.”
A few students I recognize from my group but don’t know by name pass by us and wave at me, giggling like total idiots, and I just nod at them.
“So that was your best excuse for why you were here, waiting for me?” I say as soon as they leave, and it feels oddly relaxing to stand so close to Logan. I blame it on the contrast between him and Creeper Boy, because otherwise, if I hadn’t been so scared, Logan would disgust me just as much as the guy did.
He would.
I know he would.
“I can do much, much better. But I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I know how fragile you are,” he says, brushing my hair in an attempt to patronize me, so I shove him away. Hard.
“You have no morals. You deserve to rot in hell.”
Logan raises his eyebrow. “Sure, two years after the same fate becomes of you. And what’s so weird about me not telling you why I’m here?” he adds. “I can have secrets too.”
“No you can’t. You’re too”--I make a sweeping motion in front of his face--”… you ,” I finally say.” You’re too you for secrets.”
He just looks amused. “I’m too me?”
“You’re too you,” I agree, nodding. But, I mean, it’s Logan for god sakes. The guy who spends his Saturday nights reading textbooks, the guy who critiques TV shows as everyone watches it, the guy who stays late at classes every day just to get on the professor’s good side.
He pushes himself off of the building so that he is facing me now, his body in front of mine, blocking the sunlight streaming down from above. He reaches out to me, and for a second, for one, long second, I think he’s going to touch me. I think he’s going to brush his hand to my arm, his skin to my skin, and I think he’s going to lean in toward me. But then he pulls back and I realize it was just part of my screwed-up imagination, and I wince, because how the hell could I think Logan Waters was going to touch me like… that ? God, just the fact that he forces me to think it makes me hate him even more. Like, really really really hate him.
“Cali,” he
“Is that so?”
“It is.”
He yawns loudly, making sure I can hear it, and I just glare at him. We’re in each other’s face now, his jaw in front of mine, his face hard and determined. Our bodies feel on fire this close together, and suddenly all I want is to keep insulting and insulting him, because it makes everything feel right in the world again. I breathe slowly in and out, my eyes locked on his, my heart pounding in the best way possible. Cute try, Logan , I think, the resentment rolling off my tongue.
“So are you going to tell me why you’re here?” I fall into place against the side of this building. His arm rests beside mine, so close we’re practically touching, and I convince myself that the whole world will explode if his skin ever comes in contact with mine.
I lock eyes with him, and he gives me an innocent smile. “Can’t a guy just lean against a random building without a reason?”
“Nope. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that there is always reason.”
“Fine. You caught me. The truth is,” he says in a way that is both sweet and cold at the same time, and I seriously have to commend him on how awesomely intimidating it sounds. He moves his face closer to mine. “I have a crush on you,” he breathes. “Always have.”
I laugh at the ridiculousness of the idea. “Good, because I’ve always thought you were so hot with your nerd glasses and…”--I motion in his general direction, making the disgust clear as day--”whatever shirt you’re wearing.” It is seriously hard to compliment him, I realize, even if I’m just pretending.
He shrugs. “It’s all part of the college boy charm.” He flashes me a crooked smile.
“You’re pathetic,” I say.
“And I hate you with all of my heart.”
“So we finally agree on something.”
“That we do.”
A few students I recognize from my group but don’t know by name pass by us and wave at me, giggling like total idiots, and I just nod at them.
“So that was your best excuse for why you were here, waiting for me?” I say as soon as they leave, and it feels oddly relaxing to stand so close to Logan. I blame it on the contrast between him and Creeper Boy, because otherwise, if I hadn’t been so scared, Logan would disgust me just as much as the guy did.
He would.
I know he would.
“I can do much, much better. But I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I know how fragile you are,” he says, brushing my hair in an attempt to patronize me, so I shove him away. Hard.
“You have no morals. You deserve to rot in hell.”
Logan raises his eyebrow. “Sure, two years after the same fate becomes of you. And what’s so weird about me not telling you why I’m here?” he adds. “I can have secrets too.”
“No you can’t. You’re too”--I make a sweeping motion in front of his face--”… you ,” I finally say.” You’re too you for secrets.”
He just looks amused. “I’m too me?”
“You’re too you,” I agree, nodding. But, I mean, it’s Logan for god sakes. The guy who spends his Saturday nights reading textbooks, the guy who critiques TV shows as everyone watches it, the guy who stays late at classes every day just to get on the professor’s good side.
He pushes himself off of the building so that he is facing me now, his body in front of mine, blocking the sunlight streaming down from above. He reaches out to me, and for a second, for one, long second, I think he’s going to touch me. I think he’s going to brush his hand to my arm, his skin to my skin, and I think he’s going to lean in toward me. But then he pulls back and I realize it was just part of my screwed-up imagination, and I wince, because how the hell could I think Logan Waters was going to touch me like… that ? God, just the fact that he forces me to think it makes me hate him even more. Like, really really really hate him.
“Cali,” he
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