Discovering Spencer

13. Trick or Treat

"Who can tell me some of the major figures that led the Transcendentalism movement?" Ms. Paisley asked, pacing back and forth in front of her desk. No one raised their hands to answer. Her eyes wandered around the class looking to pick someone. Please God don't let her pick me? Not me, not now, I didn't have it in me to answer.

"Um," Leila Williams raised her hand then proceeded with an answer. I lowered my head on my desk not paying a lick of attention to what was going on. I just couldn't focus; my mind was on more important things, actually my mind was only focused on two people and you guessed it, Lulu and Logan. I drifted through long sleepless nights thinking about the two of them. Since that dreadful day she ambushed me it's been an ongoing battle between her and I vying for Logan's attention. It wasn't a fair fight because I was losing terribly.

According to Quinn, Lulu and Logan were only flirting in a friendly way. That was hard for me to believe because Quinn wasn't around when they were alone together. Who knew what was going on behind closed doors? But of course Quinn was playing the supporting friend role reassuring me every day that nothing more was going on.

Well, if he wasn't doing anything with her, he sure as hell wasn't doing anything with me. For the last past weeks we were on a hi and bye basis, every time I saw him it was the same repetitive dialogue and we never said more than four words to each other. Then one day..... it was last Thursday to be exact __but it felt like a Friday__ we ran into each other in between classes and we had more than just a quick exchange of words. It went a little something like this.

Him: hi.

Me: hey.

Him: how are you?

Me: I'm ok, you?

Him: same.

Cue silence: 1 Mississippi......2 Mississippi......3 Mississippi......4 Miss__

Him: you look nice.

Me: thank-you. [blushes]

Him: you should wear your hair like this more often.

Me: ok. [my hair was done in big loose curls that day]

Him: [smiles dreamily]

Me: [smiles moronically]

Cue in his friends: hey Logan! What's up?

Him: um, I gotta go.

Me: bye.

Him: see you around.

Me: yeah, see ya.

That was it. The next day when we saw each other in class we said hello and went about our way. It was like nothing had happened the day before, was I the only one who had felt the electricity between us? I didn't understand him....I couldn't understand him. I couldn't deal when he was giving me these mix signals. Quinn's twisted logic was that he liked me so much he didn't know how to act around me. The things she would say to keep my hopes up were unnerving.

"Okay," Ms. Paisley called out. "Don't forget to finish reading Walden by Henry David Thoreau." The bell rang ending the insufferable class period. I scooped my things getting ready to run out of the class. "I know tonight's Halloween so make time to finish the assignment and please be careful." She added.

By that point I was already out of class making my way to the cafeteria. I squirmed uncomfortably in the Hermione Granger costume Quinn presented me with this morning. I felt exposed in it, it was moderately short and I had a small tie sitting right on top of my barely there cleavage. Hermione would not be reduced to dressing so provocatively; if she ever did Hogwarts would have her expelled. It was a good thing the costume came with a cloak and I had tights underneath the skirt.