Nerds With A Chance [A Logan Lerman Fanfic]

Chapter 10

“She’s drunk Logan. Look at her,” Damien quipped disapprovingly, jabbing my shoulder with a chopstick that he had been fiddling with, stripping it of its wood, strand by strand.

Logan bit his lower lip, tilting my chin upwards and taking a good look into my eyes, which were slightly dilated, giving me a passive dazed look. I was most definitely drunk.

“See?” Damien prompted righteously, his voice all knowing; Derrick happily getting himself drunk by his side.

“Yeah, buuutt Derrrick’s dwunkkk. Go pick on ‘im…” I slurred notoriously.

Damien looked at Logan pointedly, in a ‘See what I mean?’ way.

Logan heaved a sigh, before he span my spinny bar chair around so he could position his legs around my body and loop his arms under my armpits in order to hoist me off the chair.

“One too many drinks, eh?” Logan laughed breathily in my ear, his breath smelling of spearmint mixed all up with alcohol; there was no doubt he was a little bit knocked up too.

I nodded like a floppy puppet, drooping hopelessly.

“Okay, I’m going to take her to a room. Any idea where?”

Damien, one arm draped carelessly around a booze-filled Derrick, one arm gesturing somewhere to the left of him, replied dismissively, “Round to the left, then left again down the hall. Brianna’s actually booked the whole left wing, you know, for purposes…” Damien trailed off suggestively, watching the pair of us with a raised eyebrow.

Deadpanning almost immediately Logan answered, “She’s drunk Damien.”

He waved a nonchalant hand, waggling his eyebrows, and poking his tongue out unnecessarily.

“You look like a pwetty puppy Dammiiyan,” I incoherently blurted, a goofy grin spilling over my drunken features.

Derrick spun back in from ‘La-La- Land’, not even appearing at all stoned in the slightest, despite the seas of alcohol he had been consuming. “Zeph’s going to pass out real soon. Better rush her to a bed soon,” he nodded, pointing his glass of gin at my lolling head.

The blur of alcohol was making my mind all fuzzy and foggy, but it felt nice and relaxing in a way. Carefree.

“Yeahhh,” Logan agreed taking a small look down at me, “Okay Zeph? You want to go to bed?”

“Yes pwease baby,” I cooed unknowingly, linking my arms around his neck, even though I was despairingly short and slightly dangling there, with my toes just scraping the floor, “Carry me?” I ended up pleading.

Logan rolled his eyes, “Only this once,” he bargained playfully, tugging me up higher so he could swing me sideways and carry me bridal style.

Normally I would’ve been beyond embarrassed, and probably kicking and protesting in defiance, but I was drunk; so cut me some slack, okay?

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow. I don’t think Zeph’s going to be going anywhere tonight, I’ll stay with her.”

Nuzzling contentedly into Logan’s shirt, since his blazer had long been forgotten somewhere; I let myself revel in his beautiful smelling familiar musk: a cool, pleasant aftershave.

“Have fun kids. And remember Zeph, don’t do anything you’ll regret,” Damien parented sarcastically, raising his glass and mock-saluting that epiphany with Derrick; both of them heartily chugging down their glasses.

“Mmhmm,” Derrick garbled into his drink in agreement.

By that time, Logan had already whisked me round the back of the crowd and out of the main ballroom area; that was dark, some band playing in the background with their luminescent lights flashing brightly.