What we're made of. (Logan Lerman fan fic)

Chapter 14

Stella's POV:

Thirty minutes, one hour, another thirty minutes...the clock kept ticking away as I waited for Logan. I texted him and called him, but still there was no reply. I pulled out my phone and texted him again.

From Stells:

Forget it. I'm going out.

I angrily locked my phone with a huff. He was blowing me off for the third time in two weeks. Now I was pissed. So I grabbed my house keys, skateboard, and ray bans, slipping out of the front door. It was pretty cold outside and the clouds threatened to rain. Don't get me wrong, I love the rain more than anything, but now I wanted to just skate without fear of slipping and falling on my ass. I had made it down about two blocks when I ran into Brandon, Jessie, and the boy and girl from Starbucks.

"Hey Little Sis!" Brandon cheered, wrapping me in a hug. Jessie pushed him out of the way and grabbed me. Even though he was very girly, Jessie was the best skater I knew. He pulled away and picked up his tattered board. He wore a pin stripe bow tie with black jeans and a grey shirt, looking fashionable as ever.

"Where's Logan?" Jessie asked.

"Let's not speak of him. First, tell me who your friends are because I feel pretty awkward just ignoring them."

"Oh right," Brandon stuttered, laughing. He gestured to the girl with the short black hair. She had an eyebrow bar and spider bites, but her smile warmed me. "This is Allison Webber. She's homeschooled so you wouldn't really know her."

"Oh i've seen her around. Hi, i'm Estella. I just go by Stella though." I smiled at her and she returned the favor.

"This is Steven. He's her brother." I waved at him and smiled. His features were really nice, making me blush. He had dirty blonde hair the sat just right, cropped up like that one guy from One direction. He wore a green hoodie with orange lettering and blue jeans. His smile was dimpled and sooo cute. Wait, no, I couldn't think he was cute. I was with Logan. Or was I?

"Hey there. Want to join me on the ramp?" He held out his hand to me, flashing another smile.

"Sure!" I took his hand and looked at Brandon behind me. He was watching closely, eyes narrowed. I could feel his protectiveness pouring from his skin. It's okay. Standby, I mouthed to him. He nodded slowly and followed with Jessie and Allison. There was something about Steven that was comforting, I rarely trusted anybody, but now, now I trusted him.