Restoration

CHAPTER 5 Avery

You ever feel like every day just drags on, and on? Like they all just blend in together? Well, that was me so far. One half of my junior year I’ve done nothing I thought I’d do in High School. Be a cheerleader? No. Have a football player boyfriend? Nope! Get straight A’s? Hah, funny joke. Go to all the parties? Naw. What have I done with myself? I’m a choir nerd, not in love with my boyfriend of a year, and I just don’t know anymore. Everything is so safe with him. However, I want a love that consumes me. I want passion and adventure, and even a little danger. I want the uncertainty of not knowing what’s going to happen next, and Owen just doesn’t have that. I know it sounds terrible of me, but I can’t help it.

That’s everything that I was thinking about during lunch, while my friends were just rambling on. My thoughts were disrupted, when he walked into the cafeteria. He looked a little afraid and out of place. I felt bad for him, and scared. Then I did something without thinking. I called him over.

I already knew his name from Spanish, it was Logan Hunt. The whole time I thought I could feel his eyes staring at the back of my head. As if he was staring into my soul. The whole period was… intense. But now, I was doing the unthinkable, I asked him to sit with me and my friends. Of which my best friend, hates this guy’s guts. He sauntered over, with a questioning look on his face, and sat down. Zoey and all my friends looked at me as if I just came back from Hell.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Zoey whispered in my ear angrily.

“I don’t know yet just shush!” I replied. Then I looked at him, and smiled my best cheery smile I could. “So, how do you like Driftwood High so far?” I asked him politely.

“Meh… it’s alright, I can’t find any of my classes and there’s a big crowd… but I have Art next hour, so maybe it’ll calm my nerves.” He said. I was shocked that Mr. Cocky Attitude was taking Art. Someone has a mysterious alter ego. A part of me wanted to know it, and the other part of me screamed ‘stay away’.

“Oh, you’re taking Art? I hear the teacher is really great. You’ll like her.” I said. Just then Zoey chirped in. Leave it to her to come in and interrupt at the worst time.

“AVE! I found this really great new song! You should listen to it!” She exclaimed. She shuffled through her bag and turned on her I-pod. She stuck one of the headphones in my ear and played a random song that was in her current playlist.

“Z, I already know this one. I showed it to you, remember? It’s So Long Goodbye by 10 Years.” I said.

“You like 10 Years?” Logan asked acting surprised.

“Yeah. My brother introduced me to them a couple years ago.”

“Huh, I didn’t think you were that type of girl.” He replied with a deep look in my eyes, as if he was searching for something he had lost. I did the same, but for something I wanted to find. As if the world caught on to the rather intimate moment, the lunch bell rang, and Zoey grabbed my arm and hauled me away toward the garbage cans.

As we were walking toward our fourth period; Choir, Zoey spoke up.

“Why did you have him sit with us? Seriously Ave.” She questioned.

“I felt bad for him, he doesn’t know anyone yet. I was just being nice.”

“Well stop being nice! I saw the way he looks at you and it just freaks me out!”

“How does he look at me?” I asked pleadingly.

“It’s just… I don’t know. Never mind.” And she walked away. I looked at her oddly as she was walking down the hall, concern and curiosity in my eyes.

After fifth period, I walked casually to my locker, and Owen snuck up behind me and put his arms around my waist. I love it when guys do that, but just not him. Owen wanted to hang out this weekend, and I guess I wanted to, but just play video games or something.

“Whatever.” Was all I could say to his plans. He gave me a kiss and walked off to go talk to the band instructor. I grabbed my bag and shut my locker, and turned to walk out to my car. Once I got there, I saw Logan unlock the door to his car. His eyes met mine, and I was speechless for a millisecond. I snapped back, and unlocked my door.

“You have a really nice car, you know. ’64 Ford Mustang Standard Coupe right?” he asked me.

“Yeah. I helped my dad and my brothers restore it.” I replied.

“Well, it’s really nice. I wouldn’t expect to see a girl driving it though… did you just sit around brushing your hair while they did the manly work?”

“Excuse me?” I blurted. What a sexist! “I know my car better than you. And I can prove it!” I yell. I pop the hood and stomp towards the front. He walks over to the front and crosses his arms, waiting to win. Not this time. I point to multiple parts; “There’s the starter relay, that’s the generator, there’s the compressor and clutch, that’s the ignition coil, and that’s the generator regulator.” I smile proudly of my knowledge and look over at him. First, he has the expression of shock and awe, and then he hides it quickly with the cocky attitude.

“You done?” he says. I think about it, and come to a decision.

“No. Get in.”