𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

11

MY WET, SALTED hair drips down my back as my bare feet lead their way to the colourful ice-cream truck. Logan is walking beside me taking long steps and I hurry trying to catch up to him.

"You're slow," he points out looking straight ahead.

"You're fast," I reply immaturely to his comment, a little out of breath, removing a wet strand of hair off my forehead.

He scoffs, "Thanks for the compliment."

I turn to face him annoyed. There's a cocky smirk playing on his lips and I can't help but roll my eyes. "It wasn't a compliment."

I'm glad he doesn't continue on with the conversation. Less than a minute after, we're standing in the line behind a bunch of kids.

It's finally our turn. Logan pulls out a scrambled paper from his pocket and unfolds it. He starts reading out all the eight ice-cream flavours we're supposed to buy.

An old lady, with deep wrinkles on her face and blue electric eyes that hide more stories than a book, stands behind the counter."What can I get you two lovebirds?" She welcomes us with a sweet smile that reaches her eyes and warms my heart.

"Um- I- uh- we aren't... together." I stutter and feel my cheeks heating up. I feel Logan stiffen next to me but I don't dare spare him even the slightest look.

"Yet." She laughs and my embarrassment rises up and so does the heat in my face, I turn away to hide myself. "I'm only kidding, sweetheart. I'm sorry for misreading your relationship with this young man. I just assumed there was something due to all this chemistry." She admits. "So what can I get you?"

Logan clears his throat and continues on reading the orders we got from our friends.

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"Oreo for Jenny, salted caramel for Aaron, regular caramel for Alice, bubblegum for Dylan, chocolate for Scarlet and bueno for Ryder." I say as I hand everyone their cones. Except Rachel, Brianna and Blake because they preferred getting a sandwich from the cantine across the street.

I start licking the top of my strawberry flavoured ice-cream, savoring every lick.

I feel a presence behind me towering over my smaller frame. It's not like I'm short or petite or anything but these boys are tall. Ridiculously so. "Basic much?" The familiar voice sends shivers down my spine.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" I remark, turning to look at his smug face.

"You're right. For once," Logan gives in or I thought so because he continues, "but I'm bored so... basic much?" He repeats. I want to slap that smirk off his annoying mouth.

I scowl. "Says the one who picked chocolate chip cookie." I comment, rolling my eyes.

"Chocolate chip cookie isn't basic." He defends his choice of ice-cream, the smirk not leaving his face once.

I narrow my eyes at him. "But you are." I say and mean it. He's basic and it's obvious.

He gives me a dumbfounded look, staring at me through his long lashes with his pools of honey. "How am I basic?"

"Please. It's like you came from a fucking movie for fuck's sake. You're the typical popular boy. You're attractive, you're the captain of the football team, you sleep with countless girls and you're cocky as fuck. So yes, Black, you are basic."