(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 25

"Want to go to dinner? Just you and me?" Logan says in my ear, sending  shiver down my back.

"Sure," I say a little too loudly.

"We are going to go and eat dinner, I will see you tomorrow Jen. Bye everyone," I say, and Logan waves goodbye.

"Be home by ten!" My mother shouts.

"Be home by seven!" Brandon shouts after me.

I roll my eyes and chuckle at his big brotherly sense.

"So where do you want to eat?" Logan asks, pulling out his car keys.

"I know this really good diner toward the outer banks," I say, sliding in to his Porsche.

"Sounds good!"

"It is, their burgers are the best," I say, my stomach growling.

"Stop," He says. "Your making me hungry!"

"Okay," I say, giggling.

"Where do I go?" Logan says, pulling out of the parking garage.

"Take a right, then a left and then go straight until you see it."

"Sounds easy enough."

"It truly is," I say, putting phone in my lap.

"So. Uh, what color is your dress? Because most seniors match their date and all, and I just want to be matching and all and yeah," Logan babbles on.

"Well," I sigh in a high pitched voice.

"What?" He says.

"I haven't actually gotten my dress yet," I say, smirking a little and looking away from him.

"Are you kidding?" He says jokingly.

"Nope, I was just waiting to see if I actually got a date," I sigh, my cheeks heating up in a crimson color.

"Everyone on the soccer team wanted to ask you, they were just intimidated by me," Logan says, doing a stupid looking duck face.

"Really?" I say, looking at him.

"Yeah, they were betting on you. Like you were some sort of fish at an auction or something."

"A fish at an auction?" I laugh, my nose crinkling.

"It was all I could come up with," He sighs, pulling into the restaurant parking lot.

"No, this is the wrong restaurant," I say acting alarmed as Caleb taught me.

"Really?!" Logan says putting the keys back into the ignition.

"Nah, I'm joking with you," I say, holding back a smirk.

"Oh wow, that is your kind of humor," Logan says, getting out.

I follow behind him. We slide into a booth in the back and the waitress hands us menus. I order a rootbeer and Logan orders a lemonade.

"This place smells weird," Logan complains, scrunching his nose up.

"A good weird or a bad weird?"

"I don't know yet, give me a minute."

"Okay then," I giggle, lifting  the menu above my nose, just my eyes showing.

"You have something on your forehead," Logan says, air pointing.

"What where?" I say, my hand flying up to my head. I wince in pain as he laughs his head off.

"Hey, that's not nice!" I whine, holding an ice cube to the bruise that has formed over the small bump.

"Yeah it was, I was politely informing you of the thing on your face. All you did was touch it."

"Mhmmm, that is exactly how it went," I say, slugging his arm.

I stop joking around and look at the menu. I decide on a BLT with fries and chipotle sauce for the fries.

"Do you know what you would like to order?" A waitress asks us.

"Uh, I think so." I say, ordering.

"Okay, it will be out shortly," She says, taking my menu.

The door swings open and Brandon walks in.

"Oh, hey guys. Didn't see ya there," Brandon says, winking at me.

I sigh as he takes the spot next to me.

"So, what are we eating today?" Brandon says, taking a gulp of my rootbeer.

"Go eat somewhere else you annoying brother," I say, and take the drink from his hands.

"No, mom told me to follow you and keep an eye on you."

"No she didn't," I say, looking at him funny.

"If you don't believe me, call her," He taunts, pointing to my cell phone.

"Maybe I will," I say, grabbing my phone.

I type in a number, facing the screen away from Brandon. It rings twice before she picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, what's up?" I say, acting as if it were my mom.

"Not much, except for the fact you are calling me from your dinner with Logan?"

"Yeah, Brandon told me to call you," I say, looking at him smugly.

"What is he doing on your date?" Jen asks, and you can hear the confusion in her voice.

"Just tell him to go home when I put you on speaker," I sigh.

"Fine," Jen says.

"Okay, your on," I say, holding the phone out.

"GO HOME BRANDON!" She yells, and I do admit she sounds like my mom.

"Hey, that's not mom," Brandon snickers, tapping my phone so the caller I.D. will appear.

"Hahahahaha told you!" Brandon teases.

"Got to go, I'll explain later."

"Oh wait, am I still coming over?"

"Sure, I'll call you when I am finished here and we can meet up, or I can join you guys now if you want."

"Oh fine, Brandon is here anyway," I sigh, picking at my napkin.

"Yay! See you there in five!" She says.

She hangs up before I get to say goodbye. A thought pops into my mind.

How does she know where we are?