Cupid's Arrow

Cupid's Arrow - 12.

With the way things went last night, I was rooting for the Tigers (let's forget about my thoughts on the name real quick), and not to mention the way they worked completely and utterly projected the word 'fierce'. I'd had dinner with the Tigers the night before (Logan wasn't able to make it). I felt bad for paying attention to all the false rumors about the Tigers; they were the complete opposite of rich snobs. I was almost one hundred percent certain the Wolves cooked up the stories to try and get more publicity for themselves. Plus, the Tigers seemed a lot more genuine than the Wolves.

I'd submitted my article on the dance team and Logan had taken the pictures needed of both teams. Andrea started talking to me a lot more and I could now tell why she'd been acting nice to me the whole time (though it was possible that she was being candid). Every time she'd approach me, she'd first start off with asking how I was, then Logan (there was something going on between the two, I just wasn't sure what it was), then she'd ask about the article. I thought she was just checking on me at first, but when I really analyzed the issue, I found that she was just spying to see if I was putting a good word for their team. Gwen didn't exactly help their case.

Emily and I had grown distant since we last talked. Sure, the last time we spoke we had a completely unnecessary argument – I would account for that – but since then, we'd only shared a few glances, never even a few words of acknowledgement and it was already the seventh of February. I wasn't sure for how long we'd keep it going, but I hoped it stopped soon, and I hoped the bigger part of me would stop being so immature and decide to be the bigger person and then apologize to Emily first.

It was similar with Evan. Except this time, I would try to reach out to him and he'd just ignore me. While all this was happening I cursed my curious side. Evan and I had made up before; but my stupid mouth had decided to ask him about his feud with Logan when it was obviously a sensitive subject. I always wondered if he missed me as much as I did him, but it sure didn't look like it from my perspective. Not to mention, almost everyone had noticed how distant we were becoming as of late, and a certain person had seen it as an opportunity to throw herself at Evan, who, if anyone was wondering, was still in a relationship. Tomorrow was also supposed to be our official one month, and he didn't seem to care.

In other news, I'd turned in my article to the person in charge of the journalism club. He would give me feedback if my article appeared in the school magazine next week. If it didn't, then my article could then be termed as swear poo. Apparently this also meant so much to Logan, even if he'd put in little effort in our project. I guess that was what bothered him as he paced around in Health class, since it was just the two of us. The bell hadn't gone by yet, and I wasn't sure if anyone would show up anyway.

"Sam," he called. "I'm sorry I drank that night at The Pub; I had a lot on my mind. I should've been helping you but instead I went ahead to drink. But, hold up, I'm about to give you splendid news." He rubbed his hands together as I took my seat. "Guess." He ordered.

"How about no?" I asked him sardonically. He sighed and placed his hands on his hips. My mind then proceeded to wonder why Evan and Logan just couldn't get along. I'd gotten pretty attached to Logan over the past few weeks even if he constantly annoyed me to death, but I wouldn't say too attached. If Logan ended up being one of my good friends, I would love for Evan and him to get along. But it looked like it would have to take a lot more than that to convince Evan. He seemed to be dead set on not liking Logan, and he didn't even seem to mind.

"You're rude. But anyway, I'm your Cupid. It's nice because now I don't have a job to do since you and Evan already have things sorted out." Yes, Logan could be a bit outdated. I'd noticed this the second he asked me if Evan and I were a week old. I'd told him we were nearly a month old. I didn't respond to his claim about us having sorted things out.