Nerds With A Chance [A Logan Lerman Fanfic]

Chapter 7

“Oh god Rachel, you’re going to be fucking bleeding Nutella if you eat any more of that stuff,” I chastised, raising an appraising brow at her, before hypocritically reaching across the table and snatching the jar from her hands for myself.

She made an indignant ‘mmph’ sound, Nutella coated fingers shoved in her mouth.

Damien came up to my side at that moment, hovering by me and the breakfast buffet, holding a plate loftily in one hand.

“Are you really eating only that?” I queried, absolutely appalled at his plate; which consisted of a fistful of grapes, a colourful arrangement of fruit, followed by two pots of yogurt, with little wheat crackers and some honey oatmeal. Way to healthy for my liking.

I watched Damien look reproachfully down at my plate in response, an eyebrow cocked. “So you mean I should eat a mountain of pancakes, with profane amounts of golden syrup; three different types of muffins, some of that oily bacon and another mountain of potato hash browns? Mm?”

“Well, yes,” I replied innocently, picking up my tray that was also overflowed with all the exciting foods I normally couldn’t be bothered to cook myself at home.

We sat, a perkily enthusiastic Rachel bounding along soon after.

“Look what I found!” she gushed, holding up about 3 of those little packets of cereal hotels have.

I peered over a mouthful of drenched pancake mush, eyes widening as the familiar Red and Yellow logo of ‘Lucky Charms’ flashed back at me. Dropping my fork, I snatched a bag, breaking it open and dumping it quickly into my glass of milk.

Rachel copied my actions, picking the little marshmallows out with her pointy pink tongue, relishing them separately.

“Ooooh,” she exhaled slowly, “This is heaven.”

“Best thing ever,” I agreed, ignoring a scoffing Damien.

“You guys are idiots.” He rolled his eyes, typically Damien-esque.

Just then, I felt a presence come over me, a shadow casting across the table and a foreign warmth radiating over my back. Mouth still half-full I spun around hands gripping the back of my chair.

And I nearly spit-took.

Alarmed, I gulped down the mush in my mouth with rapid determination, taking a quick swig of pomegranate juice for safe measure. I’ll never get over seeing this guy, will I?

“Morning Logan,” I tried to greet casually, smiling to hide my squirming insides, unable to hide the discomfort with Damien and Rachel hanging onto our every word and movement.

He smiled back at me lightly, that cute little, abashed grin. “Morning Zeph, so you coming down to the set now?” he asked, dragging a chair up and straddling it backwards so he was facing me.

I blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

Unfazed, he grinned at my clueless-ness, “Dian called you?”

Brow furrowed, I reached into the pocket of my black shorts, extracting Sir.BustsALot (my phone) and flicking it open. Two missed calls.

“Oops.” Realizing they were from Dian, I shot Logan an abashed look, before biting my lip and calling Dian back.

“Zephilia, wher-“

“Zeph,” I corrected immediately.

Ignoring me she carried on, “Where are you? Charles has been asking for you.”

“Charles?” I blanked, my teeth nicking at my bottom lip further.

A silence followed. “Jake’s PA,” Logan mouthed at me, smirking airily at my expense.