Discovering Spencer

14. Alone, together

I first saw Logan in gym class on the third day of the first week of school. He wasn't in my gym class; he was in another gym class. Our gym was big enough to hold three different classes of 30 or more students but that day it was only his class and my class in the gymnasium.

I remember that day vividly like it was yesterday. My class was warming up doing jump and jacks, sit-ups, push-up, etc... when his class barged in. They settled at the opposite end from us. I was in the middle of an excruciating push up when I saw him. He was standing away from his class, leaning against a blue mat, wearing basketball shorts, chucks and a t-shirt that said, "Come to the dark side, we have cookies." That day I declared to myself that he was the sexiest, hot looking guy I'd ever seen.

For the rest of the school year his class would be in attendance with my class. On some days our teachers would combine our classes together to play games and during volleyball or flag football he would get close to me and I'd swear he noticed me. I never, ever said a word to him. I was a mute then and I'm a mute now, rendered completely speechless as I watched him roam around my living room.

I felt out of place in my own house. How ridiculous was that? He went over to the wall of picture frames my mom had set oh so artistically and my heart panged with panic. There were several pictures of me on that wall: me with the family, me posing alone behind a white backdrop, me posing next to a tree, me looking incredibly ridiculous in a white lace dress, me as a baby, me in color, me in sepia, me and black and white. There were way too many pictures of me up there and he was looking at them all.

"You're not blonde in any of those pictures," he pointed out.

I guess he hadn't noticed me enough back then to know that I wasn't a natural blonde.

"I'm not a natural blonde," I said.

"Oh, "he replied flatly.

I didn't like that 'oh'. What kind of 'oh' was it? Was it a good 'oh' or a bad 'oh'? Does he prefer blondes or brunettes? He hangs around different types of girls so I wouldn't know. I ran a hand through my hair nervously. This is what I wanted. I invited him in and now he was in, we were both aware of that fact. What to do next was the question.

"I, um...I," I started. Oh dear God, give me strength and power to put together full sentences without sounding like a complete illiterate who's never used or heard of words before. I cleared my throat putting on a bold face. "I was gonna make some popcorn and watch a movie...."

"What movie?" he asked, turning away from the wall.

"Halloween."

"Which one?"

"The first one," I answered quietly.

He crossed his hand over his chest with a half crooked smile and said, "Classic."

I reached over to the table and grabbed the remote and handed it to him, "It's on AMC, I'm gonna make the popcorn."

"Ok." He took the remote and plowed himself on the couch in front of the TV.

I tried my best to keep my poise as I walked to the kitchen knowing well he was watching me walk away. As soon as I made to the kitchen I let out a huge sigh of relief. Making the popcorn would give me time to get myself together before I could face him again. The movie was about 2 hours with commercials, so that's two straight hours alone with him.

Oh God, oh no, that's two whole hours and it could maybe be longer than that because I don't know when my parents are coming back home. My dad is a social butterfly; he never leaves an event without talking to every soul in the room. So they could possibly get home around midnight and if Logan wants to leave at a reasonably time without them catching him here it would have to be around eleven thirty. Ok, that made it two hours and thirty minutes, I could handle that right? Plus the time would go by quickly anyways.