Lost Love

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

{Taylor}

The next morning, I wake up and groan in my bed. I don't want to be here right now. I'd rather be far, far away from Edmonton, in some hot tropical place with Logan Adams. That's truly all I want.

Logan and I hardly ever talk. I've seen him walking around campus, with his proud broad shoulders never drooping, his gorgeous blonde hair perfectly styled, and his charismatic personality. I really want to talk to him more, and I just want to be with him all the time.

I reluctantly force myself out of bed, and make myself a simple breakfast. Eggs. I'm pretty sure I've been living off of eggs for the past four months, because I've been too lazy to go out and buy anything else.

The Earth is a cold, dark place, I think to myself as I eat.

I finish my breakfast, and lounge around watching TV for a bit. I suddenly remember that I have finals in a month. I have no time to waste anymore.

I shut off the TV, and start studying away.

The whole afternoon and evening, that's all I did. I didn't go out, despite it being Saturday night. I did the same thing the day after that, and finally, Monday came around when I have to force myself to go to school again.

I walk to school every morning because my apartment isn't far from the U of A.

I throw on a pair of black Lululemon leggings, a U of A baggie hoodie, throw my straightened hair up into a high ponytail, and start walking.

I don't think I have the effort to keep going for another month. I'm done. I need summer right now. Last summer, I took a bunch of summer courses, and that was the worst mistake of my life. This summer, I'm not doing any summer courses. I'm focusing on me. I'm going to catch up on sleep, and just have fun this year.

I arrive to campus, and make my way to the building with my first course. Bio-chemistry. Lovely.

I walk on the sidewalks, covered with busy University students rushing to get to their classes.

I suddenly make a head-on collision with someone.

My books all tumble to the ground.

"I am so sorry." The person says. I roll my eyes, grab my books, and stand up to find myself looking up into the gorgeous blue eyes of Logan Adams.

My eyes widen, and my heart starts to flutter. This is the closest I have ever been to the Golden Bears hockey God.

"Uhm..." I stutter, my eyes locked in contact with his. "I'm sorry, I really didn't see you there!" He repeats, grinning.

Come on Taylor. Force yourself to say something.

"No worries." I breathe frantically, while awkwardly scratching my neck.

"What's your name?" Logan asks, smiling, exposing his pearly whites.

I squeeze my books harder. My heart beats faster.

"Taylor. Taylor Simpson." I smile, breathing heavily but quietly. "Nice to meet you Taylor. I'm Logan." He nods, smiling, and sticking his hand out for me to shake.

"Thank-you, you too." I say, my eyes wide, as I shake his hand.

I can't believe this is happening to me right now. There is just no way.

"I'll talk to you after your first class. Would you like to have lunch together?" Logan asks, smiling.

I am shocked at what he just said.