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Teenage Dirtbag [final part]

Highschool AU

age gap, pre-mutation Wade

Wade's POV

It's the beginning of winter now, and me and Weasel eat in the cafeteria, snow covering the ground. Football season is over; no more ogling at Logan from under the bleachers during practice. Maybe I just needed to let him go. It was never going to happen.

The winter senior dance was coming up, everyone was talking about it. Apparently, senior's are allowed to invite anyone they want to the dance, excluding freshmen.

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I was walking to my locker when I noticed it. A little note was shoved in the slot of my locker. I opened it, furrowing my brow in confusion.

'Hey, u want to com to the dance with me?
-Logan'

With a little yes and no check box under it. My jaw dropped, my stomach in my balls. My first thought was to immediately say yes. Then I thought about it some more. What if it was a joke? Some asshole senior making a funny of me? What if it was just Weasel teasing me, because of my crush and all that? I shoved the note in my pocket, grabbing my books and tucking them under my arm. As I walked, I felt like everyone's eyes on me, and I couldn't figure out why. Someone giggled and pointed at me, and a lump caught in my throat. I swiftly made my way to the bathroom, dropping my bag and books and leaning over the sink. A single tear dripped down my face, and I shut my eyes.

"Hey." A deep gravelly voice startled me.

I shot up, wiping my face and straightening my shirt.

"Did you get my note?" Logan asked, furrowing his brow.

"That.. that was you?" I squeaked, blinking at him. He sighed, suddenly taking my hands into his.

"I've been watching you," he whispered.

"That's not creepy at all," I observed.

"Not... in a weird way," he let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head with amusement.

"I... I think you're cute," he said simply, a playful smile on his lips.

"I thought I was too young for you?" I teased playfully, secretly mesmerized by his hands holding mine.

"How old are you?"

"15, but I'll be 16 in January, what about you?"

"17, I turn 18 in march," there's an awkward pause.

"If you don't want to-" Logan sees the hesitation in my eyes.

"No, I do. I... I have a crush on you, actually," I admit, my cheeks turning pink.

"Same," another awkward pause.

"So, will you go to the dance with me?" He asks, stepping closer to me.

"Obviously," I giggle, and he pulls me in for a hug. 

"Tomorrow, let me take you out to dinner." He informs me, his hand traveling to cup my face.

"Ok," I grin, my hand resting on his waist. He's a little taller than me, with gorgeous blue eyes that look at me with affection now, instead of disgust like most seniors. Never in a million years did I ever think I would be standing here, being asked on a date by Logan Howlett. I had to tell Weasel!

Just then, the bell rings, and we both jump.

"I gotta get to class, see you later Logan?" I say. He nods, and I stand on my tip toes and peck him on the cheek before slipping off.