The Quarterbacks' Runningback

8Chapter Four - You don't have to drive me to school. You're not Edward Cullen

Chapter 4 - You don't have to drive me to school. You're not Edward Cullen.

I woke up sweating that morning. Memories haunted my dreams - good ones as well as bad ones. I stood up and went through my daily routine. When I was just finished with showering I heard someone hunk before my window. I ran to the window and saw an new Chevrolet Colorado Rally stand on our driveway. I opened the window and tried to figure out who might be the driver. The driver opened his door and got out. I gasped in shock.
"Logan.", I stummered. Louder: "Logan? What are you doing here?!"

He smiled his crooked grin at me - white teeth flashing. "I will drive you to school!" My eyes widened and I shut the window before hurrying down the stairs. When I finally reached the door he already stood on the door way. His odynos body wrapped in a white shirt that clung to his chest and arms like a second skin and jeans. His light blue eyes got a shade darker as his eyes wandered down my just in an towel wrapped body.

"What the - are you doing here?", I asked cautiously.
"As I said. I am going to drive you to school." He took in my appearance. "But maybe you should get dressed first." I clenched my teeth.
"I didn't ask you to drive me. You don't have to drive me to school. You are not Edward Cullen - and I am not Bella Swan."

His mouth was a thin line and his nostrils widened. I frowned and that seemed to break him because he started laughing. I stomped my foot on the floor and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Do you really think I wanna be Edward Cullen? Like seriously being a glittering vampire was never and will never be my goal of life and you deffinitley do not look like Kristen Steward." He flashed me a white teethed grin.

"Just a moment.", I said through gritted teeth.

I threw the door shut right into his face and sprinted up the stairs again to get dressed in a pair of my favourite jeans and California Cardinals Hoddie.

Fetching my messenger back from the stairs I went to open the door again.

"I am always stopping by at Pacific Coffee. And I have to be there half an hour before lesson starts because I meet with on of the clubs."
He smiled amused and got on the drivers seat. I stood there dumbfounded before I got in myself.

Logan was the worst driver you've ever met in history. He drove too fast, he cut the curves and he smoked.
I didn't know he was smoking. And it hurt my heart as well as my head. Latter just because the poisonous smoke got in my nose and it stunk.
I felt light - headed.

"Since when do you smoke?", I asked him pinching my nose. He drew his eyes from the street. "Look onto the street!", I yelled and clutched my seat tightly. He laughed but followed my order.

"In the boarding school that I was in nearly everyone smoked.", he answered pulling his shoulders up.
I watched him carefully speaking out what was on my mind.
"But smoking is not healthy. You will destroy your body. You are an athlete. It would be your death." He clenched his jaw.

"I know!", he snapped. "Have you ever thought that I might have started because of what happened? That you were the one bringing me to go away? That you made me smoke?"

I folded my hands in my lap. "Me? Are you really accusing me to have the fault on what went wrong in your life? You ruined my life if you haven't noticed yet."

He stopped the car. "Maybe I shouldn't have come back.", he mused. "You've got your own life. You don't need anyone old coming back."

"Oh don't you dare! People have been accusing me. Tash went nuts. She hates me!" Tears stung in my eyes.

"Oh come on! It can't be so bad.", he exclaimed. I snorted but stayed silent.
"Logan. Go on driving please. I will be too late."
He started the engine again.
"What's it with your club anyways?"
"None of your matter.", I muttered.

"Oh come on! Just talk to me, Lucy."
I smiled sadly.
"Luce sounds better from your mouth. More like the old times."
He smiled. Sweet melancholy in his eyes.
"Luce." He tried out the name.
"Luce." Again. He savoured the sound of my name. I savoured the sound from his lips.

How I missed that - but it'll never be the same. There will always be that thing between us.

We reached the school parking lot just in time. I jumped out of the car ignoring the evil stares of pupils standing around in round circles. I got used to that. Instead of concentrating on the hushed voices I sprinted inside the building and right into the room where the book club met every morning.

Skylar and Jaz were already sitting on our usual spots talking. When they noticed me approaching their jaws fell open. I looked down to ensure I was wearing pants and both shoes on the right foot. "What's up?", I asked when I've reached them. But their gazes weren't on me anymore. I spun around and saw Logan approaching our group.

"So the book club?", he asked and I nodded.
"What did you think?", I asked him.
"I don't know. The club for sex addicted bdsm freaks?"
I blushed at his words.

Skylar whose looks were as bright as her personality jumped up from her seat and reached a hand out for Logan to shake. "Hi. It's Skylar.", she introduced herself. He shook her hand. "And you must be Logan Reed!"
Jaz stood up as well but she didn't look as enthusiastic about Logan being here.

She was the one who had to go through the whole "Logan-Drama" as she liked to refer to it.

"Not really a pleasure.", she said reaching out a hand as well and as they shook their hands I noticed the faint expression of pain on Logans' face.

"Everyone is staring.", said Skylar and looked around with her bright blue eyes.
"Well. What do you think? THE Logan Reed is back after he had disappeared for two years - just like that." I snapped my fingers and hoped I had put as much acid as possible in my voice so that Logan must notice.

I heard a sigh next to my ear. "I will not disappear like that again.", he stated. "You won't have to go through hell again." He said that last part so quite that only I was able to understand him. "I will pay it back on you."

I smiled sweetly. "Damn it boy that's gonna be a hell lot of work!"