The World is Ugly, but You are Beautiful to Me

Chapter 8

I sit at the large table, secured in between Ryan and Logan. I am the only girl at this table.

The conversation wavers from girls to sports, back and forth.

No one really notices me besides Logan. He is fully included in the conversation, though. I'm just a listener.

I notice all the dirty looks from girls across the room. Chelsea's eyes are burning holes through me, and her friends are attempting to do the same. Madison and her other friends are also giving me harsh glares. Not only them, but every other girl is inspecting me. Even some guys gave me angered looks.

I bite my lip and look down.

What's the big deal? It's not like these guys like me anyways. They just want another friend.

That's what I would've thought until Ryan spoke my name.

"So, Katharine, have you ever kissed a guy?" he asks.

"What?" I say. Did he really just ask me that?

"You heard me," he smirked.

"No, I haven't," I stated. My cheeks heated up without my permission. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute. This is so embarrassing.

"Aw, that's too bad," one of his friends cooed.

I was speechless. Am I supposed to say something now?

"Who do you like?" questioned Ryan.

I buried my red face in my hands. "Why are you asking me this?" I groaned.

"We just want to get to know you better," everyone said in sync.

I could tell they were snickering at me. They all exchanged looks, but I had no idea what they meant.

Suddenly, Ryan leans over to Logan and whispers into his ear.

Logan's eyes widen and his cheeks flush a deep pink.

"What?" I ask. This is starting to get on my nerves.

Logan just shakes his head at me.

Ryan gives him a wink.

I wonder if things could get any more awkward. Luckily, I didn't have to find out because lunch was over.

I don't pay attention in any of my other classes. My thoughts are occupied, pondering over what Ryan had told Logan and why he asked me those personal questions.

***

Logan boards the bus and takes a seat with me.

"Are you going to tell me what Ryan said to you?" I ask.

"Nope," Logan replies.

I groan. Why can't Logan tell me?

"Wanna hang out this weekend?" he requests, changing the subject.

This erases my scowl, instead pulling out a grin. "Sure," I reply enthusiastically.