Still Into You

Fifteen

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait and the long update.

I just want to say have a good year end with your family and friends, and have a happy new year!

Here's to 2014!

Enjoy and Happy Reading!

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Fifteen

Quarter to six, I am already fully dressed in the clothes that I bought this morning. I put on much effort reapplying my make-up and keeping my hair perfectly in place as I rechecked myself in the mirror for the tenth time in the last thirty minutes. I think I've become slightly vain tonight. But who could blame me; this is the first time I'm dressing up for a guy after my break-up.

I eyed my casted arm, sighing again. I wanted to take it off tonight; it would've made the whole outfit more perfect than it is at the moment. But, who am I kidding? There is only so much I could do to make this perfect in every way that I can. The arm is the line which I couldn't cross, and it kept me sane from over-thinking about tonight. I was on the verge on making scripts on what to say to him tonight. That is how nervous I am.

I drag myself off the couch and got a glass of the leftover white wine from the last week's party. After I took a big gulp from my glass, the door bell rang, choking me from my drink. I felt the burn run in my nose and throat as I coughed. I grabbed the nearest tissue and wiped some of the snout on my nose.

"Be there in a second!" I called after I calmed down. I walked towards the fridge and slowly drank water to cool my burning throat.

I walked towards the door, stopping by the nearest mirror to check myself. I let out a huge sigh of relief when I saw that I look the same as I had before I choke on my drink. The door bell rang again, getting me out of my trance as I skipped towards the door.

"Coming!" I called again, feeling slightly annoyed at the impatient ringing of the bell.

I opened the door, not bothering to look over the peephole, since I knew who it would be. But, surely, I was wrong on the assumption because the person standing in front of me isn't my date and it was exactly six. Fate sure is teasing me right now.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice a whisper from my shock.

"Hey. Uhm... Wow. Are you going somewhere?" Logan's eyes widen as he regards my outfit, checking me out from head to toe.

I felt my cheeks slowly warming up under his gaze. When I could finally control my facial expression, I kept it as impassive as I can. I kept my eyes on the field of view of his face, pretending I was looking at him directly and unaffected by his gaze.

"Yes. I am." I replied sternly, my voice is back to its audible version. "What do you want Logan?" I asked.

"Oh. I'm here to check if we are still on tomorrow for the removing of your cast." He stated, looking at me for a moment, and then looked away.

I crunched up my eyebrow as I regard him under my gaze, eyeing him. From the way he was suddenly rubbing the back of his neck, and looking anywhere but me, Logan seemed uncomfortable. And from the slightly flush of his face, I think he is also embarrassed. Now, the question, what is he embarrassed about?

"Sure. I'm free tomorrow. What time would I meet you in the hospital?" I asked, keeping my tone light and stern, oblivious by his actions.

"Yes. About that..." He said, his voice trailing off into a whisper as he gazed at me for a second and looked away. "Would you like to ride with me there?" he asked and huffed out a huge breath.

I eyed him for a moment. "Sure..." I replied hesitantly. "What time would we meet?" I asked, keeping it light, though my heart is reacting differently.