Nerds With A Chance [A Logan Lerman Fanfic]

Chapter 3

I was damn exhausted when I (finally) returned to my hotel room after a pain-stakingly infuriating, provoking, nerve-busting hell of a day with the blond bimbo- Milly.

I’m pretty sure I had a heart failure halfway through.

As I arrived at my door, I realized that my stomach had been grumbling in complaint at me for the past hour, at least.

Smiling dorkishly down at it, I dug my keys from my pockets after flicking out some gum wrappers in the process. Before kicking open the door when it unlocked with a healthy clicky noise. Which I grinned at. Oddly enough.

Before I could grope around in the darkness for the light switch.

My very crap-tascular phone vibrated rather forcefully in my backpocket, sending me jumping into the wall in fright. And only when I realized it was in actual fact my phone, and not some scary pedo monster; did I fish it out and flick it open.

From: Damien Mast

To: Zeph Phillips

Hey Zephs, wanna grab some dinner soon?

I was just about to stumble into my room properly and reply to the SMS when my foot crunched on a piece of paper.

Confused, I looked downwards and saw a small folded sheet of hotel note paper trapped under the sole of my hightops.

Picking it up gently, I slumped into the nearest chair, and unfolded it neatly; placing my phone onto the desk briefly.

It read (much to my surprise):

Hey Zeph, I’m really sorry about this morning. Do you want to talk over dinner? I have some free time around the time your course finishes. If you can, meet me in the lobby.

-Logan

Feeling a lump catch in my throat at his name, I quickly reread it to double check before trying to swallow unsuccessfully, at the same time feeling quite…

Giddy?

I don’t know.

It was a whole bomb of emotions.

Excitement? Overwhelming delight?

Doubt? Confusion? Anxiety?

I mean –yes- the fricking dude asking me to dinner was Logan Lerman. He was a god as far as any sane girl was concerned.

Yet I couldn’t help feeling the part of me inside telling me not to go, that I was being stupid, naïve and foolish for believing he wanted any real thing to do with me. And that I was idiotically oblivious to the relationship he already had with Milly.

Who was a lot more of a likely candidate than me.

Hitting myself, I peered back down at the note again and told myself firmly that just because I couldn’t be… (a lotta little uncomfortable and embarrassing to say this) ‘more than a friend’, doesn’t me I can’t just hang out with him.

Like any sane girl would do.

Nodding more to myself in decision, I texted back to Damien straightaway, not being to help myself sound a little proud at the fact of having dinner with Logan.

From: Zeph Phillips

To: Damien Mast

Next time maybe? LOGAN just asked me to have dinner with him!! xD As friends of course.

From: Damien Mast

To: Zeph Phillips

And you’re telling me he’s not your boyfriend? Pfft. Seriously Zeph.>,< I’m so happy for you though! Yeah, yeah, yeah!