Between the Lines

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Abigail’s POV

“Why didn’t you take me with you to practice?”

I took a sip of my vanilla frosty from Wendy’s before answering. “Because you’ll just drool all over the guys.”

“No, I would not.” Stephanie defended, tossing a french fry into her mouth.

“Yes, you would.” I grinned. “You always drool over hot guys.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you think they’re hot?”

I took a big bite of my hamburger and took my time chewing, that way I had time to ponder over my next answer. “No?”

She giggled, nearly snorting out her soda. “That’s a questionable no…”

“Well, Percy and the drummer, Brandon, look younger than us. And then Logan…” Just saying his name made me picture his naked back. Shivers. “He’s 25.”

“25?” She squealed. “That’s hot! I’m so glad I’m 18 now!”

Oh. Legal. I’m not legal until another eleven months. That’s depressing. “Yay.”

“That sounded sarcastic.”

“Really? I mean, yay!”

“Even more sarcastic.” She said. “What’s wrong? You’re only sarcastic when you’re upset about something.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I feel super.” I said and after a second, I let out a small sigh as I covered my face with my hands. “I sounded sarcastic again, didn’t I?”

She laughed and swatted my hand. “Yes, you did. Now, tell me what’s up?”

I peeked at her through my fingers, miserably. I couldn’t lie to her. “I might…kind of…like Logan?”

Her eyes widened and a big smile blossomed her face. “I thought you killed someone! This isn’t that bad! It’s…wait. He’s 25 and you’re…still 17. Crap.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” I ran a hand through my hair.

“This isn’t too bad. I mean, no sex until you’re 18. That’s the only thing you have to watch out for. Kissing is okay, blow jobs…eh…probably not—“

My face turned red in an instant. “Steph! Stop. Talking.”

She giggled again. “Too much details?”

“Too much details.” I sighed.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I pulled out the sheet of paper from my satchel and looked over it. “I have to memorize this song by tomorrow.”

“Why such a short notice?” Stephanie pulled it out of my hand and quickly read over it.

“Logan kind of got mad at me for laughing at him.” I admitted, shrugging. “He sang this song and I think he wrote it. He can really sing, Steph, but chooses not to. And I wonder why they want me in the band when they already have their singer.”

“He just doesn’t like to sing. His loss, your gain.” She said and glanced up at me. “This is a really good song.”

I chuckled. “I know, right?”

“Did he used to have a girlfriend?” She asked me.

“I don’t know. I mean, I met the guy like today.” I remembered when he almost hit us with his car. “Oh, Logan’s the guy who tried to hit us with his car the other day. Remember?”