Restoration

CHAPTER 22 Logan

On the drive home I can't stop thinking about her. And the almost kiss. I need more control. I wondered why she asked about Valentine's Day. I don't even know what I want to do about that. I don't really want to ask any other girls out. Actually, what I want is for Avery to be my valentine. I'll send roses, and write her a poem since we both like writing. Yeah, that should be good. I'll also be showing her how I feel. But it'll be from an anonymous person. Just to make it mysterious. I get started on the poem first.

I believe you're the one

Who freed me of my sins

Made me feel whole

Your power over me wins

When you're near

It's like traveling a new frontier

You're a new type of feeling

That leaves my heart cheering

Your beauty can captivate

That's not your only admirable trait

So be my valentine tonight

Underneath the twilight

Five days later, Valentine's Day finally arrives. I get to school at 7:25 early enough to beat Avery, late enough to not sit around and be bored. I walk through the halls a little nervous, I've never done this cheesy shit for a girl before. I open up her locker and place the poem perfectly on top of her books, just to make sure she'll see it. I scatter little shiny hearts around it, and add a few rose petals for extra cheese. God, I am so pathetic. The old me used to hate guys like this- being whipped to the point of no return. Now I'm one of them. Just proves how much Avery changed me. But she's special. I just can't decide if I like this change or not quite yet. I shut her locker gently, and look around. Good. No one saw me. I hear her familiar laughter, so I turn and bolt into one of the classrooms nearby. I can't wait to see her reaction.

“Well Ave I'm just saying he's hot, he's in college, and he's into me! ME.” That's annoying skinny girl's voice.

“And all I'm saying Z, is be careful. You never know. But just promise me you won't be like the rest of the population and throw your virginity out the window just because it's Valentine's Day,” Avery says.

“Ugh. It's depressing how little you think of me. Fine. Promise,” Zoey replies.

“Good,” she says back.

Alright, here's the moment I was waiting for. She slips her backpack off and puts it on the floor. She starts to turn the dial. Then Owen comes up to her and wraps an arm around her waist. In one hand he has a bouquet of flowers. Well fuck. Perfect timing. I hope she still opens it up while he's there. That will be even better.

He hands her the flowers and she smiles sheepishly. He pulls her close and she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him on the cheek. Mine's still better.

“Here we go.” I whisper. She turns the dial again, and opens it up. I can't see her reaction thoroughly, but it looks like her jaw is dropped and her eyes wide. She looks to Owen with a curious expression, and holy shit does he look pissed. His face is burning red, but he smiles to calm Avery's nerves. She takes the poem out and starts to read it. Owen reads it too while hovering over her shoulder. He looks like he's getting even more pissed. Avery looks up and says something to Owen out of my hearing range, and he relaxes, but not fully. He kisses her, then stomps away while looking at every guy in the hallway as if they're a suspect. Zoey pops up next to Avery and snatches the poem out of her hands. I sneak out of the classroom with a smug smile and confidence in every step.

Y/N: asdfjkl; sooo. I actually wrote that poem. No I did not find it somewhere online. That's all me. I feel like it's super cheesy or super bad AND I'M SORRY