Nerds With A Chance [A Logan Lerman Fanfic]

Chapter 12

“What exactly happened?”

I stared at Damien witheringly, eyes tinted with blank un-amusement. Slowly I opened my mouth to give him another short, cut-up response- which was lacking far from the truth, though strictly speaking- not a lie.

“Don’t bull,” he reminded snootily, raising a finger.

My expression was immediately replaced with a signature frown; half-narrowed eyes, I turned to Rachel; who was currently finding immense interest in my laptop.

“Like I said: I fell asleep…”

“Bull,” Rachel interjected monotonously; eyes still glued to the screen.

I shot her a frown, even though she couldn’t see me.

Hearing Damien shift around on the bed, I predicted another round of questions. And I knew it wouldn’t be long before I started getting myself into deeper shit: it’s not that I didn’t want to tell them my past. I just preferred not to; it was easier for everyone.

A lot less hassle for them and a lot less un-wanted pity for me.

I jumped up from my hotel sofa abruptly, startling Damien badly.

“Where you going?”

Instead of responding I peered around him to check the time over his shoulder.

“7:30,” I mumbled underneath my breath. “Do you think 7:30 counts as sun down?” I questioned in a louder voice.

Damien looked at me oddly.

“Yeah…why?” came Rachel’s slow, languid reply.

“Nothing.” Hastily scooping up the nearest jacket available, I grabbed my keys and phone before heading for the door.

“Where you going?” Damien repeated, inching to the far end of my bed so he could see around the corner.

“Out,” I answered vaguely, before suddenly smiling.

Yes, I was curious, excited and all giddy like a middle school girl for this ‘outing’.

Damien cocked a brow, and frowned at me disapprovingly. “Out?” he echoed, as if the phrase was a taboo.

Brow furrowed I nodded, confirming, “Yeah, out…”

Suddenly his face split into a manic grin- a Joker grin. “Logan!” he declared.

Halfway through sticking my arms into my leather jacket sleeve- I choked. “What? No…”

Rachel laughed; kind of hastened- but humorous enough. She was still enraptured by whatever my laptop was bestowing to her. “We’re not blind.”

I blinked at the pair of them, “You don’t have to embarrass me about it…” I mumbled, pouting, cheeks flushing pink.

Damien wiped off his scary grin and smiled genuinely at me, “That’s what we’re here for.”

“And anyways you were positively glowing when we were getting coffee this morning.”

“I presume it was sexual intercourse, yes?” Damien twanged imperiously, his Texan accent mixing dreadfully with a fake British Oxford professor sort of tone.

I reddened.

Rachel waved at me dismissively, “He’s kidding Z. We all know what really happened.” She then rolled her eyes, as if superior to Damien.

“What really happened?” I squeaked. How did they know? They can’t know. It’s not possible.

Oh god. What if those reporte-