At That moment

chapter 4

Patton

My heart leaped out of my chest as I spot a certain brown haired boy. There he is Logan Crofters. He's wearing a black button up polo and a blue and black striped tie. His nose in stuck a book.

I walk up to him and tap his shoulder he turns around with a look at shock. I smile. "Hi Logan." His eyes return to normal and he responds. "Salutations Patton. What am I need for." He deadpans. I look at him surprised. "I just wanted to talk since you seem like you're...ya know."

I cut off my words allowing them to come to a halt. "What topic do you desire to discuss." I hear his voice speak up eventually. My eyes light up and when I look up I can see a faint tint of pink on his cheeks. I grow excited and ramble about my weekend.

Logan

A sickness a contagious one I'd assume. I feel a new feeling embellish itself into my chest and I can't stand it. I decide to end the conversation there by turning around and finding my original spot in my book.

As I start to read I hear a dejected sigh I immediately feel immense guilt fill my body. I turn back around. "Listen." I stop, realizing I don't know his name. "Patton, Patton Woods." He happily informs me. A smile takes over his gloomy expression and I feel better.

The conversation I manage to start up carries into a discussion of different breeds of dogs and cats. He's unique almost strange. But still adorable nonetheless. It's been a while since I've had a conversation with someone and I don't hate it as much as I thought I would. Thank you Patton. I smile at him and he turns his head in attempt to hide his cheeks but, I think he thinks I'm blind because his right cheek is visible.

I smile a bit more at his... what's the word. Cuteness. A word I haven't used in a long time. I remove the word from my mind and my smile vanishes this is a plausible hypothesis by the look of worry that's on Patton's face.

"Oh what's wrong, is it me did I do something wrong." He looks down in shame from his rather quick assumption. I panic not knowing how to comfort him properly. I grab his hands which draws his face up to look at me. I don't understand why. Touching hands doesn't move the face. Does it.

He heats up I do as well. "Hey it's nothing you did don't worry." I console him to the best of my ability. His face turns to one of relief mines does too. Bing. His phone goes off. He reaches his hand over to it and picks it up before smiling a fond smile. I feel something inside me twist. I don't like it.

I stand up fast the sound of he chairs legs sliding across he class's floor. I grab my things but before I leave Patton grabs my hand and I stop. He writes something on my arm with a baby blue marker. He removes his hand to reveal a number. I look at him before I turn back around giving him a slight dismissal.

I rush out of the room my heart pounding.

*TimeSkip*

I look at my arm. The smell of sharpie wafting in front of my nose while contemplating if I should enter in the number. Possible case scenario's fill my mind. What if. I stop myself before I think anymore the thought of an emotion taking control disgust me. I give in to my no own desire and type in the number.

Hello Patton. It's Logan, you gave your number to me earlier in class.

I hit he send button and almost immediately regret it. Panic rushes through me momentarily before I hear a ping.

Heya Logan. I'm out with a friend so I'll text you later💜.

I sigh and then blush after I notice the heart.

Sorry this wasn't longer I've kinda lost motivation and mental energy so I'll try to come up with something next week.