CH 2 - SECRET RELATIONSHIPS
[[ANBERLIN'S POV]]
I park my aunt's car in one of the school parking spots - she complains she doesn't have enough money to buy me a car so she lets me borrow hers since she works from home. I grab my purse and lock the car, tossing the car keys into my purse. I hope Logan notices me, honestly. Maybe I should confront him? Not sure yet. I don't want him to totally turn me down. Plus all of my friends think that he is the biggest dork of all because of all the mean lies i told them about him so that they'd think I hate him. If I openly dated him, they would all leave me and I cannot lose all my friends. I need them.
Then I see Logan. And he sees me. We make eye contact for 5 seconds, and I presume I looked dorky, bright eyed, and genuinely happy. But he didn't. He looked at me with a "Please leave me alone." kind of look, and then continued quietly walking into the school, his eyes on his feet. Logan always gets picked on if he's even looking at people, and he likes to avoid that, so he keeps to himself.
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I'm sitting in first period and Logan has the same class, Calculus. The teacher is just talking about the future of this year though, thankfully, so I really don't need to listen. I tune out and brainstorm ideas of how to approach Logan.
Right as I'm thinking, the bell rings and shakes me out of my thought. whatever, second period it is.
[[LOGAN'S POV]]
I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here. God damn it somebody save me. I'm sick of everyone pointing and talking shit. I'm fed up with all of it.
I'm getting mixed signals from Berlin. This morning she looked at me with a hopeful, apologetic look, but I'm at lunch right now and she looked at me like she wanted to shove me out a 3 story window. Suddenly, I get a text. It's from Berlin's number. I know I deleted her contact but I have her number memorized from middle school.
"Come to the storage closet by Mr. Hannen's classroom."
This better not be some stupid prank. I'll bet you that hopeful look this morning was all part of their little scheme to yet again humilliate me. But I'm going anyway.
I lightly knock on the storage closet door with my knuckle, in a pattern that we used to use when we were best friends, so she knew it was me. She quickly let me in.
"What do you want?" I ask in an irritant voice.
"I want you, Logan. You. All of you. Only you. I miss you."
"Then why are we hiding in a storage closet full of.. dirty rags and mops?" I ask, the tone in my voice not changing.
"Umm..Hellloooo..My reputation?" Anberlin says, suggestively.
"Yep, okay, I'm done, we're done here. have a nice life Berlin." I say as I turn to leave, but she grabs my arm.
"Logan, I cannot lose my friends. they are all I have. You of all people should know that."
And she's right. Her mother died her freshman year, and her dad ran out on them when she was 7 years old. She lives with her Aunt Sherrie. She is always screaming at Berlin and putting her down, it's pretty fucked up.
"I know, Berlin, but honestly, if they would ditch you for this, they aren't worth your time. What's the use anyway? B-being popular I mean. After highschool it won't do you much good."
"It's because I have nothing else! I have nobody else!" She exclaims quite loudly.
"You have- oh pardon me -had me. and you let me go for your army of skanks. Sorry, but I'm not getting into this mess." I tell her.
We lock eyes and then it happens. We are kissing so passionately. Are we seriously doing this in a storage closet? this is the most cliche, cheesy "secret high school hookup" area ever. Anyone who's seen modern high school movies should know that.
But at this point I don't care. I just want her. but the bell rings. and I really don't feel like skipping class to hookup with someone who will probably ditch me again in a week anyway, so I pull away. She looks at me confused.
"Whats wrong?" She asks so innocently.
"This doesn't feel right Berlin. We have known eachother our whole lives, and not once did I EVER look at you like that. Plus were in a damn storage closet. And I don't think I can trust you yet. I'm sorry.. Anyway have a good day I need to get to class." I don't even like her! She is barely even my damn friend! What am I doing kissing her in a mop closet? I need to get her off of my mind.
as I walk away, I take a glance back. The door is slowly closing, but she isn't leaving. She is sitting there staring at her feet, tears streaming down her face. Are you serious? she is going to be this dramatic after treating me 5 times worse for 3 years straight?
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(A/N): Heyy so yeah Anberlin's POV wasn't as long as I'd planned but I'm kind of making this up as I go so It just kind of.. happens. Anyway do you ship Lanberlin? I just made that up IDEK. Comment, vote, share, etc. :) You guys are rad. ilysm.
-Angie
