Bad Teacher (Temp Title)

4| Pre Party

Casey

Logan is many things, but quiet not being one of them.

She has had the exact same look on her face since the first moment she came over with her overnight bag. I thought she might have been hungover but I have a great feeling that her liver being poisoned is not the cause of the issue so clearly engraved on her face. She has sat in silence on my window couch for the last two hours. I have allowed her time with her thoughts, but I cannot have her not saying anything to all. After all, she’s meant to bother me with her voice. Not completely stop talking.

I gently place my bookmark in-between the pages of the book  I managed to find on one of the top shelves a few days ago. Morning Glory by LaVyrle Spencer. My full attention turns to Logan and I watch her watch the outside for the longest time. The sun is setting beautifully today. Orange, yellow and red all mixed together to create the perfect sunset. The slight breeze coming in through the window gently blows through her hair and over her skin. Her eyes have been watching the sun for as long as she has been here, drawn to it. Maybe it even calmed her like the moon did me.

“What do you see?” I question, pushing my body upright to cross my legs. I watch her carefully as she comes out of her world.

She blinks a few times and then turns to me. Her eyes are calm and her face neutral. Still, I have to ask.

“Is the outside view the one receiving the inside scoop because you have not told me one story regarding last night’s party.”

Oh yes.

The first party of the year. For very obvious reasons I did not go, but Logan definitely did. I received a call from her and the girls at the beginning of the party, and then two hours later. Logan went radio silence after that. That doesn’t happen often and it doesn’t happen with her. She loves calling me when she’s drunk off her ass. I didn’t get to see that side of her last night and I’m not sure what to do about it.

One thing I know of my best friend is that she goes quiet when something is tormenting her… emotionally. Logan may be rough and tough on the outside, but she’s all gooey on the inside. She doesn’t show that side of her that often either, except to me and a few selective others. I don’t remember a moment wherein Logan has hurt me. She’s much like Ashton in that sense. All over-protective and hard exterior.

So I know that something is wrong with her.

She won’t allow me to know either. The only way to get her back to her cheery self is to bait her into remembering all the good times she had last night. Once she gets into the rhythm, she’ll remember how much fun she had before whatever or… whoever messed with her.

“Oh,” she mumbles. Her brows are drawn together as she looks down at her hands resting on her lap. “You know me. Just… patiently waiting for the hot next-door neighbour from the other evening to make an appearance.”

My head falls back as laughter tumbles from my mouth.

The cheek. So she seems to have bounced back with just one clever response. But that also means she’s about to tease me.

My eyes narrow as they dig into her petite frame. Her hair is thrown into a messy bun with wisps of piece blowing around her face. She has on a denim shorts and a baggy t-shirt and high socks. This time her lips are slightly pouted and her eyes are wide with feigned innocence. Her shoulders shrug at my unbelieving expression.

“Not sure where Herbs has been the entire day.” I tap my index finger to my chin as I stretch my legs. “I don’t know his schedule, but you’re more than welcome to wait for the sun to go down. That’s always when he smokes.”