Nerds With A Chance [A Logan Lerman Fanfic]

Chapter 2

The doorbell.

The doorbell was fucking ringing.

At like two in the morning.

Roaring out in anger, I threw the warm blankets off me and swung my legs off the side. Feeling immediately in a worse mood the second the cold air hit me.

Cussing manically under my breath, I scuttled to the mirror and scowled at my appearance. My carefully layered, choppy auburn hair was a complete bird’s nest.

“Fuuuck.”

“I can hear you, you know!” a very familiar, and very aggravating voice chimed through the door in an annoyingly perky morning tone.  He was fucking laughing at me.

“Well fuck you!” I swore angrily, not even caring how many times I uttered the word ‘fuck’.

The guy just chuckled good-naturedly.

“Come on, open the door Zeph. I know you’re in there.”

The second the guy said my name, I knew who he was. I was not dreaming.

No.

It was actually Logan Lerman standing outside my hotel room door.

Shiitt.

I looked like somebody dropped a bomb on my head.

“Uh-uh, I c-can’t,” I managed to stutter out at him, whilst trying to tug my hair into place without much luck.

A funny ‘huh’ noise emitted out the door. “Zeph, open, now.”

“No,” I retorted childishly, blowing an audible raspberry. Logan laughed.

“You realize it is 6:30,” he pressed.

Fuck.

“Whaaaa?” I squeaked disbelievingly.

Again he laughed at my dispense. “Open up, I’ve got something to give you.”

That one sentence sent a shiver up my spine. Gulping nervously, I straightened my David and Goliath sleep shirt and began to click open the door, gently opening it as if it was some sort of dangerous item.

Logan’s godly face appeared through the small crack, as I poked my face out hesitantly.

He smiled at me. And I melted.

“Morning Zeph, you dropped something yesterday. I figured it was important.”

Curious, I opened the door a little wider so my body came into view.

Taking my inquisitive expression as his cue to go on, he took a folded stack of papers out of his pocket, smoothing them before handing it over to me.

I took it slowly, still looking up at him confusedly, he nodded at me. That was when I realized it was my college application.

“How did you get this?”

I was mortified.

Now he knew I was too much of a moron and coward to send my application in.

“You dropped it yesterday.” He shrugged.

Biting my lip uncertainly, I fingered through the pages, taking note that my internship form had been slightly pulled out.

My brow cocked up at this, as I stole a small glance up at him disapprovingly.

“You went through my stuff.”

It wasn’t a question, but he answered anyways. “Uh, I- um,” he faltered, before his face stiffened and he gave me a straight answer. “I just wanted to check if it was yours.”