The Ace of My Heart (a Logan Huntzberger story)

Ace

Tuesday, October 26, 2004
  
   "Rory, Rory, Rory!" I exclaim excitedly.
   "I'm trying to study!"
   "No your gonna LOVE this! I wanna use it for my research project, but I need your newspaper recources; you can use it for that paper you've been trying to write!"
   "Fine, I'm listening." She sighs.
   "Ok, so I was talking to the music guy to try and set you up for an interview with him. I go to the bathroom and there's this girl and she has a gorilla mask and stuff and she runs off to a black van and says to the driver, 'In omnia paratus'. Anyways, remember the Latin class we took 2 years ago? I was able to translate it. It means 'prepared in all thing's or 'ready for anything'. So I googled it and turns out it's the motto of this secret society at yale. That's all I could get from the internet though so I need your newspaper resources to learn more."
   " Oh my gosh Chris that's amazing! This is perfect! "
   "Ok so you need to find out who may be in it so we can get an interview from someone on the inside." I suggest.

   I was Laying on my bed, 'Numb' by Linkin Park playing on full blast, and reading 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitsgerald when Janet bursts through the door.
   "Christina, can you tell Paris to stop harassing me?" she urged.
   " Why can't you? "
   "Cause your good with people." She explains.
   " I'll talk to her but you guys need to learn to handle these things on your own, compromise. " I suggest.
   "Ok" she gives in.

   My phone buzzes while I work on my homework. Rory. I hit answer, "Hello?"
   " Logan's grandpa or maybe it was great grandpa was in the life and death brigade-"
   "So he must be in it." I cut her off. " Wait who's logan? "
   "The guy who was making fun of Marty."
   " Naked guy? "
   "Yes, Marty is naked guy."
   " ok so where do we find this Logan guy? " I inquire.
   "He works at the paper but he never shows up, I'll try to get a hold of him." She answers.
   "Ok let me know when you do. Bye, Love ya."
   I'm getting kind of hungry. I put my black, high top converse and a hoodie on and head downstairs, listening to a green day cassette on my walkman.

   After eating some chocolate ice cream, I take my things and start walking back to my dorm, about halfway there though, I run into a guy. I look up, he has blonde hair, he's wearing a leather jacket, Brown eyes and honestly pretty attractive.
   "Oh sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I apologize.
   "That's ok. I'm Logan, Logan Huntzberger." He holds his hand out.
   I shake his hand, "Christina Gilmo- wait! Y-your the dude! Hold on a sec."
   I page Rory ' you don't need to talk to logan, I found him.'
   "Ok, let's cut to the chase. I need to interview you about that cult thing your in." I demand.
   " What cult? " He pretends to have no clue.
   "Sorry let me rephrase that. I need to interview you about the secret society your part of. The life or death brigade."
   "I have no clue what your talking about."
   " Fine, I have resources anyways. Bye. " I turn to leave but I feel a hand tightly wrap around my wrist, I turn back around to see it's logan.
   "Wait." He demands.
   " Waiting. "
   "I'll make a deal. I'll help you if you agree to some conditions which you have to agree to before I tell you them." He proposes.
   " I agree to your conditions. "
   "Ok ace, I'll see ya later then."
   "Ace?"

   I noticed Rory on the phone but she didn't notice me.
   "Dean we need to talk about this.....Dean I slept with you...so?! Your married for heavens sake! Whatever, we'll talk tomorrow I'm going to bed." she hangs up but immediately notice me. " Oh my gosh Christina, I should've told you-"
   "Hey it's okay. Do you wanna talk about it?"

   Rory heads off to bed and I get up from the couch to see a manilla envelope in the window. I get up and open the window which squeaks the slightest bit. The package in huge letters says, 'Christina'. Must be from Logan. I open the envelope to a letter
               Be in your        vestibule at four tomorrow  blindfolded.
          The
             LOB
   I reach back into the envelope and pull out a blindfold. Oh great, maybe they'll kidnap me. How lovely. I might as well bring a bag of things in case they kidnap me and do cult things to me, at least I'll have some stuff to keep me busy. I pack a book, 'an American tragedy' to be exact. I pack some more things, mostly just CDs and stuff. Then I go to bed, anxious for tomorrow.