Disillusioned

Eleven

Logan's POV

"Dude I can't believe that just happened to you!" My friend Anthony slapped his hand against my chest. I shot him a sidelong look as I grinned.

Folding the small note up, I placed it in the smallest compartment of my backpack so as not to lose it. Written on it was the number of the cutest girl in this entire damn high school if you ask me – or anyone for that matter. She gave off that innocent yet beautifully confident aura that any guy would fall on his knees for.

Angelina Ferrara — that was her name. We had only started talking about a few months ago but it felt like I had known her for so much longer than that. She was one of those people that were easy to talk to - she was extroverted, just like myself, and I think that's what drew me to her the most. That, or her laugh. Her laugh struck a chord in me, and probably everyone within a twenty mile radius because it was entirely too loud and obnoxious. But it was her, so the loudness and obnoxiousness were trampled by her silly demeanor.

"Hey man, are you listening or what?" Anthony was snapping his insanely bulky fingers in front of my face. I slammed the locker shut, closing off my rambling thoughts along with the door.

"Yeah what is it?"

His eyebrow was arched, unimpressed at my lack of attention. "I asked if you were going out with me and the guys tonight. Did you even read the group chat?"

"Oh nah I didn't get a chance to look at it, where do they wanna go?"

"Probably end up getting a bite to eat before going to Jacob's house again. He's got that new virtual reality set, remember?" His face lit up in excitement. "We have to try it out."

I chuckled dimly, my feet making up my mind for me. It sounded like fun, but it was the guys and the guys always went out. This week though was the one week I needed to be home - and not just for my sake.

"I can't tonight," I replied guiltily. "I've got things going on at home that I need to be there for."

He bobbed his head up and down. "Sure, sure, sure. You mean things as in..." his eyes stared through my backpack pocket where the folded number resided. I returned his wandering gaze with a pointed look.

"No, not like that, just other things." I began walking in the direction of Remi's last class of the day, deciding to meet up with her since Lucas still had possession of her phone and I didn't want to risk losing sight of her.

"The exit is this way, where ya goin'? He called out.

"Gotta pick up, Remi. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright good and by the way tell her that she nearly made me sick in Biochem last week with those cookies she baked! I had to skip the gym because I was shaking so damn much."

I just laughed and waved him off.

I propped myself up against the wall, throwing my backpack to the side and reaching over my shoulder to grip my hoodie. I tugged it off in one quick motion, feeling the cool hallway breeze hit my midriff. I shook my head to get the black strands of hair out of my eyes, reminding me I needed to get a haircut soon if I didn't want to be mistaken for a sheepdog.

I looked up to catch a few girls staring at me before looking away with bashful looks on their faces. I rolled my eyes and looked over the room number: 209; that was the room Remi ended up in with her favorite teacher Ms. Hart. I only knew that because that was the only teacher she actually talked about. I craned my neck around the groups of teenagers pouring out of the room, expecting to see Remi somewhere in the mix but when the last person came out, she was nowhere to be found.