Sweetheart

Moving

*One Month Later*

"I'm moving." Logan blurted out one day. We were walking towards Mr. McLean's room. Thankfully, he'd found someone else to 'bully.'

"Wait, what?" I gasped in shock and halted to a stop.  "You're moving? You just got here, like a month ago! Why are you moving?" Before he could answer, heads turned to face us. Lately, it had seemed as if I was drawing more attention when we hung out, or even talked. This made me feel slightly uncomfortable and I shifted my head back to face him.

"Relax, Sweetheart. I'm just moving to another house. I'll still be in this town."

"Why are you moving houses? What's the point?" My forehead scrunched up in confusion. Why would he move from a house he'd just moved into? And in the same town, too.

"Well, the thing is, that's not my house. It's actually Luke's house. He bought it when he moved out of our dad's house and he let me stay in it. Now that I'm eighteen, I'm getting my own house." He replied, as if he'd expected this question to come from me.

"How did you get the money?" A house is awfully expensive for an eighteen year old still in school, right?

He sighed, "I used to have a job before I moved here. I saved up for it. And also," he paused and continued in a quieter voice, "a trust fund."

"You have a trust fund? How much?"

"Um. Er..." His eyes darted around, looking everwhere but me. "Fivehundredmillion." He blabbered.

"FIVE HUN-"

"Shh. Not so loud!" His hand flew up to cover my mouth. Even a month later, the feeling still hadn't receded. By this time, we'd entered the classroom and were just standing there, face to face with his hand covering my mouth. Again, more stares were directed towards us. Mr. McLean sending us pointed looks that clearly read 'sit down and shut up.'

I clasped his arm and pushed it away from my mouth. "We will talk later." He sighed and nodded, walking to his seat next to mine. Five hundred million dollars! Who was he? All throughout math, I snuck glances towards him. He did his best to ignore them, I could tell, by the way his eyes shifted around. 

Mr. Mclean droned on and on about 'Sohcahtoa.' Something that did not appeal to any of us... Well, except Mo, who was scribbling away in her notebook. She didn't seem like it, but she was a smart girl- A Honor Roll, Key Club, all that kind of stuff. I preferred to lay low and avoid the drama. That is, until now. 

Truthfully, I didn't mind the attention at all, except for the stares. Logan had become quite popular, mixing in with the cheerleaders and jocks- the cliche clique of Hillcrest High. I still sat with my friends at lunch, but every so often, he and his two friends would sit with us. Oh, speaking of friends, the person I had to tutor turned out to be none other than Hunter, Logan's best friend. Or 'wingman' as he liked to put it. I'd mentally rolled my eyes at this one. Hunter was shy at first, which was the complete opposite of Logan. I'd pointed this out to Logan after the first tutoring session. This is what he'd replied with- and I quote- "Oh, if only you knew, Sweetheart."- what did that mean? Anyway, he was shy at first but then after we got to know him better, I was shocked. He was actually very outgoing and funny. Sometimes a little annoying- just like Mo. 

I slumped down, contemplating this. Would Mo and Hunter be good for each other? Hmm... Well, it didn't really matter. Mo's parents were really strict. And by really, I mean really strict. She'd never even been to a party before, which meant I hadn't either. Her parents also didn't let her date. She never complained about how strict they were, but the dates were the exception. While I was contemplating this, I'd forgotten where I was.