It Can't Rain On Planet Crayne

• Chapter Seven: Logan, Space Expert •

• Chapter Seven: Logan, Space Expert •

        I met Logan in front of our locker. His eyes were already the size of golfballs. I guess it was fair to say exciting things rarely happened to us. I was unsure if telling Logan about Hiana was the best option but who else did I have to tell? All these secrets were starting to burn a hole in my head and Logan probably wouldn't believe me anyway.

"Come on Gavin," Logan winked, "Give up the goods."

I sighed. "I already told you, it's not like that." Logan looked a bit disappointed.

"Okay, well, are you going to tell me or not?"

Logan's tone was a bit snappy, which surprised me. But I guess I was stalling a bit.

"Let me start from the beginning," I said, "So, I got home from school on Monday and I sat down to play Tomb Raider, right? And then I heard a noise coming from the basement...."

Logan's jaw looked like it could actually dislocate when I had finished the story. "So, yeah. Now she's at home in my shed. I brought her a box of Cheerios this morning and a pack of cards and I'm just hoping my house and the shed will still be standing when I get back."

"Well maybe you shouldn't leave her alone there all day. We walk down to your house at lunch and bring her something to eat." Suddenly Logan was full of sympathy. Probably because a chick was involved.

"I guess we could..." I hadn't planned on Logan actually talking to Hiana. In fact, I was hoping to get rid of her before that could happen.

The bell rang through my ears and I slammed our locker door shut. "Hey Gavin," Logan flashed a smirk, "Did you kiss her yet?"

I rolled my eyes and turned to walk towards my first class. "I wouldn't tell you even if I had !"

Chemistry was first today and my teacher, Mr. Crowl, was desperately trying to teach balancing chemical equations but I don't think anyone was listening. I sure wasn't. It kind of pissed me off that I was a nerd, but not the smart kind. I guess that would make me a geek. Nonetheless I was going to need to start doing better in school or I might have to take my card skills to the next level and become a street magician. 

"So, because the equation has six Carbon atoms on the left, we need to add two on the other side in order to balance it." Mr. Crowl scribbled almost aimlessly on the bored. I wasn't sure if anyone else could read his writing but I sure couldn't. 

A mousey girl with straight brown hair raised her bony arm up. Mr. Crowl used his 'spidey-senses' and turned around as soon as her arm cut through the air. "Yes, Emily?"

She cleared her through in a small squeak. "But what about Hydrogen? Because then it'll be at four which makes it unbalanced?" 

Mr. Crowl looked confused. Ah, public school. The teachers knew about as much about chemistry as we did. At least I felt less alone? I pulled out my notebook to create the illusion that I was taking notes for the rest of class. When the bell beaconed me to my next class I began to dread what would come next--lunch. I had no idea how Logan would react to Hiana or vice versa. I mean, my own reaction to her hadn't been the greatest either. 

I sat down in American History and immediately pulled out my notebook. My mind was cycling and the only thing I could think of to distract me would be to actually try and write my essay. I guess the next time I needed to do an assignment I knew that hiding someone in my shed would be good motivation for me. 

I barely noticed Logan walk into class or Mrs. Waterman taking attendance but I had almost a page written. To be totally honest, I was quit proud of myself. I was starting to think Logan's plan of writing half each would be my only choice other than just not doing it at all.