on the REBOUND (On Hold)

Chapter 12

LOGAN'S POV

Fell asleep texting Ty-ty last night. Yea, yea, gay I know. But the poor fella seemed genuinely distressed after shit went down yesterday with Haywood so I thought I'd be a good bro to him and you know, ease him into Mother Pillow's embrace.

But I succumbed to her charms at around 2.30am. Couldn't help it. I needed the rest, there's floorball training today.

Woke up at 7:15am to 5 messages from Ty-ty. I lie on my back, rub my bedraggled eyes and squint as I attempt to read the words off the bright glare of the screen in the dark. Damn the light is really hurting my eyes. Better rest them for a bit... Zzzzzzzz

PIAKKKK!!!

I jolt awake to see what hit me on my forehead. Oh, it's just my phone. Argh, that was embarrassing.

==

TY-TY

...wow didn't expect her to join floorball...

Bet she's avoiding me.

Do you think I should text her?

Shit, I've never texted her first.

She's not replying.

The last message received was at 4:05am. Damn does that guy sleep at all? Or did he just wake up? Ah, shit, I completely forgot Haywood's phone is still with me! Of course she can't reply him.

Haywood's phone with me.

Long story.

Will pass her phone back to her later.

Don't worry k bruh.

==

Now that that's settled. Here comes the most difficult part of the day.

Getting up.

For some reason I can handle gruelling 10km runs, exhausting suicides and painful 4-hour long training sessions, but departing from the soft comfort of my bed is one thing I've never mastered or gotten used to.

Ok, Logan. I say to myself. You will sit up on the count of three and head to the bathroom.

One...

Two...

Zzzzzzzzzz.

==

Thankfully I caught the bus just as it was pulling out of the stop. The lady bus driver clucked her tongue at me impatiently as I boarded, but then I flashed her one of my best smiles and she melted on the spot right there and then.

Logan: 1, Bus driver: 0  

I sag into the seat four rows from the front, the exact same one I had taken yesterday, and clap on my signature red Beats. 

What will it be today? Yesterday was an Avicii day. Today... ah, Sinatra, my man. Oldie goldie.

The bus jerks to a halt at the next stop as I select "Strangers in the night". Crazy strawberry blonde Tasha gets on. "LOGAN!" She breathes my name loudly and dramatically. Shit. Can she stop acting like a love sick girl all the time? I jerk involuntarily. She's certainly left a mark on me, talon marks that is. And there she goes, waving excitedly at me as though we've known each other for years. Everyone on the bus is looking from her to me suggestively. God we shared like one dance. One measly da...

"Tasha will you move in please?"

My gaze lands on the girl behind her.
(A/N: Please play the song above right...now)

...

...

...

Drumsticks and chicken nuggets. Is she a figment of my imagination?

"Strangers in the night, exchanging glances"

Wondering in the night; what were the chances?

We'd be sharing love before the night was through"

As if on cue, she tilts her head ever so slightly and I meet her green, green eyes - sparkling, inquisitive, captivating. Her lustrous black hair tumbles casually down her shoulders in bouncy waves. I know my mouth is hanging open, but I can't close it.

She winks and smiles mischievously at me. But somehow I catch a tinge of sadness within that look.

Oh my, sad girl with the beautiful smile, who has broken you? My heart, oh, my heart. You alright in there, buddy?

"Something in your eyes was so inviting

Something in your smile was so exciting

Something in my heart told me I must have you"

I, Logan McDougall, am a cooked duck. I must know her name.

"Logan?" I recognise Tasha's vice-like grip upon my arm.

"Uh, yea?" It goes against my every instinct, but I manage to tear away my eyes from the stunning girl who I know just stole my heart. "Please tell me who she is."

Tasha simply gives me a warning look and shakes her head.

What. Is she jealous or something? We danced together like one time, you don't own me.

"Whatever." I hear myself say. "Anyway where's Haywood? I gotta pass her phone back to her."

Tasha throws me a scathing look.

"Logan, are you done playing? She's right here."

"Where?"

I peer out the bus window. There's no one there.

"Here."

The stunning beauty steps out from behind Tasha and picks Haywood's phone from out of my hands.

Oh, her fingers are so soft.

"Thanks Longan."

Something in my memory clicks. The touch, the voice, the nickname. THE NICKNAME.

WHAT THE FLYING FUCK. This... THIS IS HAYWOOD? WHAT??? BUT SHE HAS GREEN EYES. ARE YOU SERIOUS?

I look to Tasha for answers but am met with the same warning look.

Don't ask.

***

A/N: Will Logan get over the power of make-up, hair curlers and colored contacts?

Stay tuned and find out!