Emotion

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•Logan POV•

'Don't make eye contact. Don't look up. Play it just like you have for the last two years. You're not here, they don't know.' I repeat this mantra to myself, just like every other day of the year. My existence isn't acknowledged with them, I'm just that one quiet and weird girl in the back of class. The one who never talks, the one who always wears that over sized sweatshirt and jeans. Who always has her strawberry blonde colored hair in a ponytail. Who never wears makeup, who always wears converse, who's always reading and listening to music. Who always gets good grades.

So basically the outcast.

But, I do my best to stay out of their way. Just like now.

I walk with my head bent down, my eyes following the ground in front of me, not looking at faces, just shoes.

Which is how I run into him. My book falls to the ground with a sharp thud, my body attempts to fall backward, but something grabs me. Through my bangs I look up, my Sherrie colored eyes staring in the most beautiful green eyes I've seen. My breath catches and I clumsily right myself, stammering all the while, trying to apologize.

The boy just chuckles, gracefully bending down and retrieving my book. He glances at the cover.

"To Kill a Mockingbird, huh?"

I blush furiously, taking it back. "Uh, y-y-yeah." I have no idea how he hears me over the normal commotion, but he does.

"I'm Elliot. You are?"

"L-L-Logan."

He just smiles softly at me. I quickly glance at him, noting that he's wearing skinny jeans, a grey shirt with a band name on it, and an military type jacket. When I reach his face, I blush even more and look away at his knowing smirk.

"Well, Logan, it seems I'm new to this school, and as today's my first day, would you mind showing me around?" His voice has an amused tone to it.

My throat constricts and my breathing deepens, but I still shakily nod. He doesn't seem to notice my discomfort, or he does and doesn't care.

"Lead the way then."

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I watch the tall, black haired boy walk down the hall. My body immediately relaxes, feeling relief from the tour being over. I could not stand to be watched by those green eyes. It made me feel... Weird. Like... Like I wanted to touch him.

Giving up on my thoughts, I turn and walk out the front doors, my backpack slung over my shoulder. My classes, which are in the mornings, over and done. Finally I can get out of this hell hole.

My car is the only one left in the parking lot, being as Elliot made me show him everything. I mean everything. The only relief from the whole fiasco is that he didn't make me talk a lot, and when I did, he didn't make fun of me, he just patiently listened. It felt nice.

The grey dodge charger beeps as I unlock it, the blue dash lights lighting up. I sigh as I glance at the clock, only an hour to get ready for my parents stupid party.

Yay rich kids. Joy.

They're always so prompt and self-centered. I hate this. Sure, I like my parents money but I don't like the image that comes with it.

I wish I could be like Elliott. Wait, where did that come from? Why am I still thinking about him? Jesus. This is why I don't want people to talk to me.

Automatically, I pull into our driveway and into my spot. I climb out, locking my car and walking up and into the house.

Immediately I cringe.

"Logan! Where the hell have you been?!" My mothers shrill voice rings out from the kitchen. I ignore it and continue on my way upstairs. I peel off my sweatshirt, opening my door in the process. The blue piece of clothing lands with a soft thud on my floor. Next I kick off my converse, the rest of my clothing following.

The hot water rolls off my body and I sigh in relaxation. Finally. I'm alone. I absently shampoo my hair and wash my body, savoring the comforting water.

Now, let's see, what's the thing that hasn't left my mind for the last hour?

Oh yeah: Elliott.

When his face pops up in my mind, I immediately blush. God damn. I don't want to act this way. I don't want to like anyone, I just want to be alone.

But I still marvel at it. The first person to actually make me feel something. Who knew. Normally, I'm either numb or angry, I don't feel attached to anyone or anything.

Except maybe my camera, but that's my baby and doesn't count.

Anyway, this gorgeous boy shows up and immediately I start to feel things again? My right hand absently touches the inside of my thigh, feeling the raised scars. My head shakes. No, he doesn't make me feel anything. I'm only attracted to him sexually.

I mean come on, I'm not the most innocent. I may be "weird," but I do know my way around a man. I wasn't always an outcast.

Chuckling softly to myself, I exit the shower. Using the very soft, and expensive, towels my mother buys, I dry off and wrap my hair up. On my bed lays an outfit she picked out for me and I groan. Of course. A strapless floor length black dress with a slit down the side and high heels.

My 5'6" frame fits the dress' length perfectly. Luckily, though I'm skinny and fit, I have bigger breasts. The dress is snug on my body, and surprisingly it makes me feel... Good.

I apply a small amount of mascara and eyeliner, which makes my sherry colored eyes pop. I add a tiny but of red lipstick, you know, "good girls are bad girls not caught" vibe. The necklace laid out for me is a simple diamond one, as are the earrings.

Clasping the buckle around my ankle for the high heels, I take a deep breath and exit my room, clutch in hand.

Here goes nothing.

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First chapter! ! ! So I feel like it's not that bad?? I'll be working on a cover so bear with me.