After I Met You

8

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

"HAVE I EVER steered you wrong? I promise this will be fun."

Logan is leaning against the frame of my bed with the same, stupid smirk he always knows will get me to say yes. I don't feel like going anywhere tonight, but after last week when he witnessed my breakdown he's been trying to get me out of my room as much as possible. It's nice having him around as much as I pretend I'm annoyed by it.

"I think you should come too." Amelia says as she does her eyeliner on her bed. She's got makeup sprawled out everywhere around her as she holds a mirror up in front of her face. "I'll be there! So will Dion."

"Parties just haven't been my thing lately." I shrug. "I'm not in the mood to go."

"That's because you haven't gone with me yet." Logan smirks. That causes Amelia to laugh. He's such a cocky little shit. "I'll make this the best party of your life."

"Come on, Elena." Amelia throws her blush down onto the bed and walks over to me. "Who else is going to teach me how to actually dance? Show me those Latina moves, girl. You are so good at it. I'm jealous."

"Oh, puedes bailar?" Logan's Spanish comes off his tongue as if he's spoken it for years, and before I can even ask he says, "I started learning Spanish in kindergarten."

"Of course you did." I laugh. "Such a fucking trust fund baby."

I wish I could understand what he just told me, but I never learned Spanish. I wish my parents had taught me, because then maybe I'd feel like I actually belonged somewhere. I'm Hispanic, I know that, but I don't know much else. It sucks not knowing what the hell I actually am.

I look between him and Amelia before Logan captures my attention again and pulls out a pack of sour patch kids from his pocket. "I may just have an incentive for you..." he teases, giving the bag a little shake in front of me. "Just come with me."

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"I hate you for this." I mutter, shoving another sour patch kid into my mouth. "Look at how stupid this all looks."

The noise from inside was thumping off of the walls. A couple girls were already passed out on the grass outside, and that reminds me of the first time Amelia and I went out together as roommates. The same night I met Xavier Quan.

Plastic cups and bottles are littered everywhere on the lawn, some shouting being heard from inside. I don't want to be here. It's giving me anxiety just thinking about it.

Logan leads the way to the front door and spins around to give me one final look of encouragement. "It will be fun." He emphasizes. "If you still aren't having fun in an hour then we'll leave and do something you want to do instead, alright? But you spent two hours getting ready and it clearly shows. Why waste all of this..." he moves his hands up and down my body without touching me. "And go home?"

I blush uncontrollably from his compliment and glance down at my heels. Amelia persuaded me into wearing this black strapless mini dress, and I did my makeup heavier than normal, red lipstick included. My hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail, and I put in some big gold hoops to complete the outfit. It took everything I had to look good tonight. At least someone noticed.

"Okay." I say confidently, straightening my shoulders. "You promise after an hour we can go? And you'll let me wear my crocs?"

He narrows his eyes before he lets out a laugh. "Okay, Garcia. Deal. Now let's go."