The one good part about Logan being dragged away by Madison and leaving me alone on the bus was that it gave me some time to think.
I was so done with Madison's teasing and threats.
I've always hated it, but what choice did I have? Logan wanted to sit there and if I wanted to sit with Logan, then I had to deal with Madison.
But was it really worth it?
I felt so trapped, but was too afraid to go sit by myself, join anyone else, or even say anything to Logan or Madison about her behaviour.
I may not have the guts to confront Madison, I don't know if I could even talk to Logan about this.
But being able to sit with the guy I like for a little less than an hour isn't enough to make sense of being under constant pressure and harassment.
I decided that today was the day I was going to sit at a different table, wherever that may be.
And this time, I wasn't going to back out.
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After a while of classes full of worksheets, assignments, and lectures, lunch seemed to come around way too fast.
I didn't feel ready to do this, but there was no avoiding it.
It needed to be done, and sooner than later was my best bet.
As I walked to the cafeteria I began to rehearse what I was going to say, despite not having a plan of any sorts.
Every step I took, the more nervous I got, my heart beginning to race faster.
As I rounded the corner I was suddenly pushed backwards onto the ground.
"Woah, I'm so sorry, Harper!" I heard a low, familiar voice say.
I looked up and saw Logan standing in front of me, reaching out his arm to help me up.
My face heated as I slowly reached out my own hand and took his, hoisting me back up to my feet.
"It's fine, thanks," I replied, smiling as I felt for my glasses, adjusting them.
He returned the smile, letting out a small laugh.
"I was just heading to my locker quickly, do you want to tag along?" he offered.
"Sure...I think that would be good," I replied, thinking this would be the perfect time to let him know what I had in mind.
"Sorry again for crashing into you like that, I was in a bit of a rush," he explained as we were walking, scratching the back of his neck.
I took a glance at him, noticing how distant he looked, as if deep in thought.
"It's all good, really," I began, trying to read his face. "Why were you in such a hurry? You have a whole period to get to your locker."
He let out a sigh that sounded like a half laugh, but by his expression you can tell he wasn't amused.
"Yeah...Madison wanted me to hurry - something about spending more time together or something. I don't know," he mumbled, reaching for the lock attached to his locker.
"Oh..."
I found it odd how she wanted him to hurry, but honestly everything Madison did at this point was unusual - at least compared to how she used to be.
"Uh...Logan, could I talk to you for a second?" I finally asked, working up my courage.
"Yeah?" Logan prompted, as he dug through his locker.
It was now or never.
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You Belong With Me
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