(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 13

My face lights up immediately. Those are Caleb's eyes. Wait. Its not Caleb's face. Or his hair. Or his body. I sigh heavily and the boy looks at me funny, tilting his head to the side.

"Excuse me, what's with the sigh though?" He says in a heavy British accent.

"Oh Logan, always sweeping in at exactly the right moment," I joke.

"That's me, saving the damsels in distress," Logan smirks. I put my hand over my forehead very dramatically.

"Oh how can I repay you? You saved me from the evil gym teacher!" Just as the words come out of my mouth, the gym teacher walks by, glaring at me.

We both hide our smiles and choke back a laugh.

"Maybe with a kiss?" He puts his lips out and leans in, joking of course. Although, I put my hand on his lips to stop him. I feel him lick my hand.

"Ewwwww. Gross! Now I have Logan slobber all over my hand!" I say, and wipe it on his shirt.

All he does is smirk and put on his Oakley sunglasses. I smile and put on my Ray Ban Aviators. 

The gym teacher picks our teams. I get stuck with Logan, and Jen gets put with Logan's friend.

"Hahaha. You get the tennis master," Logan teases, twirling around his racquet. 

"Yay," I cheer sarcastically.

Logan turns around and points to Jessica Werner, who is striding toward us in her pink glittery Converse and her too much make up and her plump pink lips.

"Hey Ell! How is you arm? Is it broken? Are you going to be okay?" She rapid fires me. I gawk at her for a moment before coming up with an answer.

"Yeah, Its fractured. And it does hurt a bit, but it will be okay," I answer, slowly.

"Okay. Well, when you get it off, be sure to let me know!" Jessica says. I fake smile and thank her. She is about to leave when she turns to me suddenly.

"Oh, and sorry to hear about Caleb," She says sympathetically. She pouts for affect. I once again smile and thank her.

Jessica Werner is one of the more popular girls in the school. Her and her entourage run the place. They have every teacher under their spell. I have to say though, she is so much better than she was in ninth grade. Back then, she was a pink blob every day.

She wore some type of pink in every single outfit. If it wasn't the designer shoes, it was the ponytail, bow, belt, dress, etc. You get the point right? Jessica used to be a huge Caleb fan. She has always been somewhat obsessive over him, but this year its like she got over the Caleb fever.

One time as a sophomore, I was invited to her party. I walked into her room, thinking it was a bathroom. I saw my brother's face everywhere. I think there was at least 30 pictures of him. Anyways, I swore to myself that I would never set foot back there again.

That was two years ago though. So maybe she changed or something. I don't know. Although I will find out in two weeks.

Why? Jessica's dad is the director of the awards show Caleb will be in. Since he is going, I have to go. Then the after party is going to be at her house. So I guess I can snoop around a bit and 'accidentally' run into her room again. Even though I don't want to, its for the good of Caleb, and that part of my head that will never un-see those posters.

"It seems like every time she opens her mouth, something even stupider than the last thing she says comes out," Logan smirks, and I smack him on the shoulder.

"That's rude. Even if it is Jessica," I say, trying not to laugh myself.

A whistle blows in my face and Logan and I get up to go out to the court for our match. I start to serve, when Logan distracts me and it falls and rolls across the court. I glare at him, and he smiles at me.

Putting me and Logan on a team together was the worst idea in history.

"Okay, since you don't seem to know how to serve a tennis ball, the master will help you," Logan takes the ball from my hands and I roll my eyes. He serves it over the net and it bounces out of bounds.

I double over, laughing. The teacher blows her whistle and I immediately straighten up.

"One more try, that was just to show you how not to serve it," Logan says, winking.

I agree and watch as he fails again. I grab the ball from his hands and serve it over the net and to the other team with ease. Logan stands there, pretending he didn't see it. Jen claps from outside the court and I take a bow. We continue the game until the gym teacher blows her whistle, signaling the end of the match. In the end, Logan and I lost terribly.

We watch a few more matches before we head inside. Inside, it feels nice and cool and refreshing. I change into my uniform again and wait in the gym, playing on my phone, waiting for the bell to ring.