Restoration

CHAPTER 17 Avery

Three days have gone by since the beach. Three days of longing stares. Three days of not talking. Three days of impatiently awaiting just a simple “hi” or “hello.” Three days of me sitting in agony, wishing he would just come close to me. I know Logan is just as much in pain as I am. He stares at me from across the room. He eavesdrops on Zoey and I's conversations. I just wish we'd quit acting so proud and just confess everything. But I know that will never happen. We both do. So we keep our distance.

I open my locker, and got all my books for Math. Suddenly I feel arms wrap around my waist. Logan. I instantly think. No Avery. Not Logan. Owen. Owen. Owen.

“Hey you,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my cheek.

“Hi,” I say, a little too discouraged.

“What's up?”

“Not much, you?”

“Nothing, so concert this weekend. You in?”

“Uhh... yeah. Sure.” Some Owen and I time was exactly what I needed right now.

“Great! Will you pick me up?”

“Sure.”

“Awesome!” The bell had rung. “See you later babe,” he kissed me, then walked off.

I slowly walk to math, solving the algebraic equations in my head. However, math isn't the only thing I need to be solving right now. When I run into something, or someone...

“Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was goin-” I look up. I see him. Logan. He's wearing a purple and black striped hoodie, with faded black jeans. His hair was tousled and his expression was a curious one.

“Watch where you're stepping Avery,” he snapped at me.

“Excuse me?” I remark.

“I said, watch where you're going,” he snapped again. This time his voice was lower, more intense. He was avoiding eye contact with me though. Strange. He plowed me over as if I was nothing but a feather. I composed myself, then shot daggers at his back. He walked down the hallway with anger in every step. What the hell is his problem?

I tried to not let whatever happened in the hallway with Logan get to me. I focused on Math, then on English, then on my food in lunch. Zoey somehow knew something was up with me, and kept on asking me what was wrong, but it's not like I could tell her. She hates Logan's guts.

I got up from the table and grabbed my tray of half-eaten food. On the way to the dumpsters I see Logan, flirting with some girl. She looks like a sophomore maybe. I think she's in my choir. Emma maybe? He's bracing his arm on the wall, and he's whispering something in her ear. She giggles and bashes her eyelashes at him. Ugh. He has her under his spell, right where he wants her. I hate guys like that! I hate him! UGH! He notices me watching, and he decides to put his hands on her hips, and pulls her closer to him. I walk by with pride and angst. I ignore their presence and walk to my locker. I see Owen there, and he notices I'm having a tough day. He welcomes me with open arms, I rest my head on his shoulder and nuzzle into his neck. He just holds me. Doesn't ask any questions. Owen is perfect. What was I ever thinking when I met Logan? Better yet, I don't have to worry about this shit with Owen. Because he's mine, and everyone knows it.