Are We Normal Yet?

~Chapter 15~

*the next day* - in maths.

Grace: What? You're kidding, right?

Me: Why would I be?

Grace: Let me get this straight, Logan wants to join us at lunch?

Me: Yeah.

Grace: As in quiet, popular Logan?

Me: (sighs) Who else?

Grace: But why?

Me: (shrugs) We're mates.

Grace: But he doesn't talk to the rest of us. I've spoken to him once and that was at the party.

Me: He's nice, I told you that we're talking more now.

Grace: I know that.

Me: So, is it okay?

Grace: Um sure. Em, you don't really need my permission. I don't exactly own you lot, and I ain't no leader in the group.

Me: I just had to know how you feel about it.

Grace: Confused but not fussed. You don't think Ryan and all his mates will tag along, do you?

Me: I doubt it.

Grace: Soo anyway, I heard you was in town with Jaeden on Saturday.

Me: Who told you that?

Grace: Just Noah.

I shoot a look at Noah - which would have been more effective if he was looking our way.

Grace: So, how was it? Did you kiss him again?

Me: Grace, it's nothing like that. Jaeden and I are just mates.

Grace: Oh c'mon. He'd be the perfect guy for you!

Me: We've had this discussion before.

Grace: (pouts) At least let me ship you two please? I think you look adorbs together.

Me: Even if I say no, you're going to anyway.

Grace: True that.

She winks and I roll my eyes.

*At the end of the lesson*

I march over to Noah's desk.

Me: You and I need a word.

Noah looks confused, while Alex is watching us with a curious look on his face.

Alex: (smirks) Oh. I see what's going on here.

I feel my cheeks go warm - great, now Alex will pick up on this. Noah's cheeks have gone slightly red also.

Why is it that people think I fancy every single f-ing male I speak to?

And why do my cheeks have to flash red at the mention of fancying the f-ing male?

Me: It's nothing like that.

Alex: I know that really. I'm just messin.

The bell rings, Alex leaves as I wait for Noah to put his bag on his back. Once he does, we start walking. Luckily Grace is in a discussion with Jamie - so I'm free to let it rip.

Noah: What's up? Why do you sound so mad?

Me: Cause a certain SOMEONE likes to tell people who I rock up town with.