The Unexpected Journey

Misled

- Present -

I begin to walk out of detention as fast as I could without looking like I'm running because I don't want any other students to look at me. I need to catch up with Logan because he had some serious explaining to do! Katy had spoken to him, she lied to my face. What a great best friend I have, not. I've never fully understood Katy with her wacky but cool sense of style, mad hair colours (I'm talking pink and blue at the same time) and her general way of life but why has she lied to me like this? I need an explanation. Logan is at least 30 strides ahead of me and walking extremely fast. Was he trying to get away from me? I'd most likely just scared him off by telling him I was asking about him. He probably thinks I'm a freak who looks him up on the internet. Am I over thinking this? Most likely however it doesn't explain why he is walking as quickly as possible to the exit.

Although, when he does walk fast his hair was blown backwards which looked incredibly hot. I almost caught up to him, when suddenly I realise I don't know what to say, I had many questions I just couldn't word them. So I just stop, in the middle of the dark corridor, staring at the grey floor. I must of stood there for about five minutes.

I am so ashamed of myself any normal person would of just tapped him and made up some lame excuse and eventually figured out what to say. Me? No. I stop in the corridor for five minutes annoyed with myself while having a battle with my mind.

Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching me.

Wonderful. This is going to be a teacher telling me to piss off. I'll just keep my head down and keep walking. Light was flickering from the nearby windows because I am walking quickly which makes it seem like a horror movie because every now and then a large beam of sun gets into my eyes blinding me. I still have my head down and the shadow in front of me is getting closer and closer. All I want to do is run but I'll spare myself that embarrassment. This is what I mean when I say I'm socially awkward, I've just made myself feel that bad I can't even raise my head because I'm such an awful person.

As I got lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realised that I had stopped walking and there is a person standing in front of me. Crap. They must think I need mental help or something.

I can't face this embarrassment. I'm one hundred percent sure that my face is the same colour as a beet root. To make it all worse I knew that it was a student stood in front of me because they were wearing my favourite black converse. I am still standing here like a complete moron. I have no idea what to do. My head is down and luckily all my blonde wavy hair is covering my - now red face, the person in front of me would have no idea it's me.

Suddenly my whole body stiffens when he (yes, it was a male, I could tell by his smooth but firm grip) holds my chin, slowly bringing my head up to face him. My eyes finally meet his.

Oh no. Shit, no. No. No. No. No. I knew those big, blue, ocean eyes. It id Logan. He is holding my chin in a very intimate way. To top it off his face (or more specifically his lips) were inches away from mine. I suck in a breath which I'm more than sure he heard. We are currently staring into each other's eyes and I am completely and utterly mesmerised. His hair's a bit ruffled up, as though he has ran his hand through it a few times, when he did that it was incredibly hot, his jaw line is looking perfect but he looks a bit flushed.

To snap me out of fantasy land he says "Are you okay Chelsea? You were stood for about two minutes in the corridor, I was starting to worry." He said with an edgy voice, removing his hand from the side of my face the placing it in his faded jeans, running the other through his hair with a worried/scared look on his face. Why he was worried, I don't know. I've always zoned out ever since my accident, it wasn't my fault the trauma of it made me who I am today.

"Sorry, I always zone out and get lost in my own world. It's better that way. Anyway why would you care? You've only known me for a matter of hours." I reply, I am curious why he was bothered about me, I cock my eyebrow and tilt my head a little, none of this makes any sense. His face changes from worry to anger. I'm not sure what I've done to anger him but I'm pretty sure I'm about to find out.

"I figured. I like my own little world too. It's peaceful and I don't have to deal with crap." He smiles as he pauses, then proceeds "But I care because I told you, I like you. I guess you're different." He slurs almost whispering in a totally sexy, flirtatious way with a smile widening on my face. I don't know what it is about Logan but everything about him intrigues me, I always want more and I've only known him for a matter of hours. On the other hand there's a small voice in the back of my head telling me to stay away but until find out more about him but that can be locked to the back of my mind.

"Is that a good thing? You've only known me for a few hours." I question, I had one million and one questions but all the unimportant ones kept slipping out. I blame his perfect face. That's the only logical explanation. His hair is a bit messed up, as though he's ran his hand through it and not flattened it but it was hot. His hair is light brown with natural highlights of blonde, wavy and looks utterly perfect.

"It's a good thing." He smiles at me nervously. Why Katy told me to stay away I will never ever know?

"Well thanks, if it means anything you're not like a lot of other people, most people just ignore me and walk by, I'm sure you'll do that as soon a you get settled in this school." I roll my eyes and shrug and begin to walk toward the large double doors to exit. I might as well walk away before he can hurt me, right? I turn around when I didn't hear footsteps. As I turn around I see him standing in the middle of the drab corridor, hands in his loosely fitted jean pockets looking hurt and confused. I sigh and begin to walk to Starbucks.

After about 10 minutes of walking and a major battle with my mind about how much of an idiot I am, I hear heavy breathing and someone shout (with as all the breath they had left!) "Chelsea! Stop!" I turn around to see Logan with sweat dripping down his face, hands on his knees while wiping sweat off his face. How he still managed to look hot, I will never know.

"Logan? What are you doing?" I question. We are in the middle of a crowded street, people all around shoving past us and giving us funny looks, the street is alive and this conversation is about to get interesting.

"Why would you think I'm like everyone else, you've not even known me a day, why have you made a snap judgement? I thought you was different." He almost snaps at me with hurt and disappointment slapped across his face. I was so busy worrying about him judging me that I've become a hypocrite.

"I. . . I. . ." I splutter out, I have no idea of what to say. I've been a judgemental ass. He looks at me and I just sigh, I'm going to have to tell him.

"Logan, I'm always so caught up about what people think about me. Most people don't care about me but I always think people are judging me and I don't think of it the opposite way round, I'm sorry." I say gradually getting quieter. I've known this guy for a day; I've never told anyone that. What's going on? I have to stay away; I can't let him know about my accident. He'll blame me, he won't understand.

He looked straight into my eyes and whispered in a deep sexy tone of voice "It's fine, honestly, just don't do that again. Can you do me one favour?" He asks with puppy dog eyes which makes me giggle.

"Sure!" I reply.

"Make sure you keep me company travelling the world in two weeks." He smirks.

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I must of changed this chapter like 5 times but here you go, sorry for grammar mistakes.

Jemma X