Gonna Get 'Cha!

Chapter One: "Quite the One Last Summer"

I thought I'd be fine spending the last summer, threading beads out of my dainty little fingers for one friendship bracelets with Faye and the rest of my group, but when Logan Bolster came to catch my eye, hassling his way through the fishhook and leaning backwards as it seemed that the fish just didn't want to be caught, I knew that this was something waiting in the corner for me to spice things up—on my last year of high school no less.

"You've got to pull!" I wrapped my arm around Logan's much rather toned and defined back, helping him out as he tried to pull with all of his might, without being dragged away into the lake himself.

"I'm trying!" Logan shrieked, the sun casted shadows on his sharp jaw and intense eye-contact. Drips of sweat started trickling through the sway of his hair over his forehead, he loosened his grip and wiped them off, causing me to clear my throat and let out an exaggerated groan.

"Really? Right now?" I shouted over to the loud noises of a truck unloading faintly in the far distance, glaring down at Logan, whose sympathetic eyes were back at me, pleading and overshowing his puppy dog eyes, all the while batting his eyelashes at me.

"Sorry, it was just gross." Logan fired, his upper arm flexed as he continued to pull through, showing his veins in full. "Besides, I think there's a saying about how if you have to pull this hard, it's probably never meant to be yours anyway." He stated matter-of-factly, being melancholy rather than helpful, much to my disdain.

"I'm sure that quote is more useful for lovers getting back together than fishing." I argued back, scrunching my forehead over to him, now stretching out all my arm muscles to send myself down on the ground, my shorts wet and soggy over the grass as it brushed against during the fall. The fish, however, won.

"Speaking of." Logan breathed out a sigh of relief, reaching his hand out to me. I stared for a second and took it, brushing away any visible dust off of the back of my shorts with my other hand. He looked down and bent his legs slowly before sitting on the grass. "Thanks for coming to my rescue. I didn't know who else to call. My friends were still out of town." He started.

Shrugging my shoulders, I clicked my tongue. "Don't worry about it." When I got the first buzz off of my phone in the early morning, I thought it'd be from Faye, badgering me about helping her out on bracelets-making, but when I saw that it was Logan, the occasional friend I hung out with once or twice during freshman to sophomore year, it was an instant wake-up call.

"Though I'm surprised, why'd you go fishing?"

Logan's gaze wandered on the sky, the rolling white and blue clouds over the horizon stood out. "Supposed it'd bring back memories of someone." He replied, then a frown appeared across his clean-shaven cheeks. "But guess not."

My elbows leaned on the grass as I laid halfway with my back still propped upright. "Damn. Heartbroken already?" I countered.

"You know the drill." Logan sighed, the vape hung around his neck glint under the sun as he brought it to his lips and puffed out a cloud of smoke. "You gave yourself away to someone, then they just decided that you no longer of use."

Frowning, I spoke, "I'm sorry." So low as a whisper, that it was drowned out by the melody of an ice cream theme song about to pedal its way over, a temptation one couldn't resist.

The guy was the center of attention in school, well to his circle of friends, of course. But as far as popularity went, he was friendly to everyone. Though only his friends knew him better, the rest was on surface level.

"So," Logan trailed. "Summer's ending soon." He reminded me.

The lake was still and stench of murky water lingered in the air, filling through my senses, the ice cream theme song neared closer. "Yeah." I blurted out, opening up my purse to reveal a handful of rattling coins on the grass, counting them one by one. The ice cream stall blared even louder as it was already stopping right behind us, as I turned back and forth, beaming in the artificial image of strawberry and chocolate goodies flashed before me. "Want some ice cream?" I offered him.