Sweetheart

Fight

“Hey girl! Did something happen during detention? You were in a good mood this morning.” Mo was begging me to tell her what had happened yesterday during detention. I wasn’t surprised about the fact that she suspected something. She was my best friend after all, knowing everything about me. Well, almost everything. When I didn’t reply, she tried again. “Come on! I know something happened! Something good. You have that look.”

“Huh? What look?” I had a look when I was happy? Strange- I never knew that.

“Yeah, you get this, like, twinkle in your eyes,” she explained, imitating quotation marks around the ‘twinkle’ with her fingers. “And you also look… I dunno, secretive?”

“Um, Okay.” Twinkle? Really? “Whatever.” I twirled the knob of my locker, stopping at my final combination number. 27-03-17.

“No! No! Please tell me!” She begged, shaking me. “Fine. If you don’t tell me, I’ll scream and embarrass you.” She let go of me and took a deep breath in, preparing herself to scream. 

“Fine, I’ll tell you! Don’t scream,” I hissed, pushing my books in before slamming my locker door close. “It’s not a big deal. McLean let me off on detention if I agreed to tutor one of his students. He said he’d give me the recommendation to UPENN I’ve been asking for.”

“That’s what you’ve been keeping from me? What’s the big deal? Why did you even try to keep this from me?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at me.

“I wasn’t trying to keep it from you. You were annoying me so much, I just felt the need to annoy you too,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “It’s a big deal to me! UCLA is my dream college, and you know that.”

“Sorry, sorry. I just thought something big happened! You know how I get sometimes.” She turned to me with a pout on her lips. “Forgive me?”

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes, but a smile formed on my lips against my will. Darn.

“Yay! Thanks!” She hugged me, and I found myself smiling even more widely, wrapping my arms around her. I never was really upset or angry with her. Oh well. When she released me, her eyes darted around me, focusing on something I couldn’t see.

“Hello, sweetheart.” This time, my grin vanished, leaving a frown in its path. I wasn’t angry with him. No, I was just irritated with him. It was kind of his fault that I had gotten detention. After all, he texted me and got away with it, while I didn’t.

“I’ll just head over to the cafeteria. I’ll be at our usual table, Rhea. Nice to see you Logan,” She nodded her head towards him, then glanced at me before skipping down the hall. That girl was way too perky.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, before I’d turned around. I chose not to turn around, instead, walking down the hall while replying.

“Nah, just irritated.” I replied casually over my shoulder. Hopefully he’d get the message and leave.

“I’m sowy. Will you forgiw me?” He asked in a tiny baby voice. Baby voice? What the… is this Logan? I spun around and shrieked in surprise, finding his chest level with my eyes. This time, Logan didn’t laugh, only pulled me into a hug. “Will you?” I couldn’t bother to respond. My mouth was still open, some of his shirt already in it. But that didn’t make a difference to me. What I noticed were the tingles shooting up my back, spreading into every little nerve, sending fuzzy messages to my brain. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his back, locking my hands together. His spicy scent was sending me into overdrive, unable to comprehend what he was saying. What the heck was happening? 

“Sweetheart? Are you listening to me?” He released me, still holding me by the arms. I immediately missed his warmth, feeling the cool air engulf me. “Am I forgiven?”