Sweater Weather (BoyxBoy)

Ch 6 [Guide Your Mind]

Skylar's POV

I haven't been able to focus all day, yesterday was even worse. I can't count how many times I've misspelled my own name on my assignments in the past two days.

Logan turned around in the desk in front of me. He stared down at my paper. "Dude what'd you put for number 12?"

"What?" I looked up at him. Finally processing what he was asking I shook my thoughts out of my head. "Um, B." I said rubbing my temple.

He turned back to his paper and quickly returned. "Okay I know your rank is like seventy people better than mine, but I'm pretty sure Oprah Winfrey didn't assassinate Kennedy."

"Yeah, my bad, it was uh--."

"Lincoln, right? At that theater?" he was so sure of him self. It's a wonder how he's in the top twenty percent of our class, probably from cheating off of me.

I'll just let him fail on his own, it's only the second week of school.

Finishing my quiz I got up and placed it in the turn-in tray at the teachers desk. I stared at the clock and rolled my eyes. I had twelve more minutes in history, I didn't know if I'd rather stay in the class or go to lunch. Today was the cheerleading tryouts. Carly scheduled them during lunch so Kyle, Jackson, and I wouldn't miss practice. I'd skip them but Carly would never let me hear the end of it if I did.

Demonstrating for and judging the girls would be bad enough, but the fact that Jackson was going to be there ruined the whole thought. I hadn't spoken more than a sentence to him since Saturday. I avoided him at home, and during sixth period I pretended to be too into the lesson. I asked questions and took the best notes ever.

I don't know what came over me that afternoon. Before he kissed me I had every intention of punching him in the face. But it was like as soon as his lip touched mine I felt something. I don't know what is what, but it felt right. Just thinking about makes me dizzy. Then when my mom came home and I thought of her catching us I freaked. I thought I was going to be shunned or something. When he left the room I had a horrible taste in my mouth, it wasn't from Jackson kissing me, it was from guilt and regret, fear. In the moment he made me feel amazing, I felt safe and like I was in the right place. Now I'm completely disgusted by the thought. It's not only the fact that we're both guys, but he's a douchebag at its finest.

Logan turned his quiz with a too confident look on his face. He turned his desk around to face mine. He gave me a curious look when he saw my worry lines.

"What's bugging you?" he asked pulling his journal out of his bag. He's had that thing since I can remember, it was worn out and discolored, it was filled with sticky notes and other sheets of paper. He keeps all of his reports in it. Everything from the race to becoming a Prom Queen to whats in the ingredients for the school's Tuesday tacos.

I just looked at him hopelessly. If there's anyone I could consider taking to about Jackson it's Logan. I don't how he'd take it, he grew up in the sanctuary like me. His parents like mine were well known members of the church. When we were kids we spent all of our time in the gym, school, and North Denver's First Baptist Church.

"What is it?" he asked doodling a picture of an anchor on the corner of journal.

"It's nothing." I lied leaning back. I folded my arms and wanted nothing but to avoid the conversation.

"Okay then, who is it?" his eyes looked up from his little drawing. I felt my jaw hit the floor, I immediately closed it and thought of what to say. "Bingo." he said with a smile creeping on his face. He looks like a creeper when does that. The only reason for him to do it is to make me feel uncomfortable.