Logan was mysterious, and I liked that. He didn’t tell me a lot about himself, but just enough to make me curious. He seemed dangerous; when he told me about his summer holidays, he didn’t really talk about anything except the wild parties he attended, filled with booze and drugs and promiscuous girls.
“You should come to one,” he smirked, “Bring your friends.”
I laughed loudly, earning a glare from our English teacher Mr Gordon, who was focused on his computer screen. “I don’t think that’s exactly our scene,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Well, who’d you hang out with?” he quizzed.
As I told him of our group, the same cheeky smirk returned to his face. “Ashton Irwin, huh? Never did I think he’d date someone like you.” He span his pencil between his fingers as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth, obviously trying to hold back his laughter.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
He put his hands up in defence, giggling lightly. “Shit, calm down, Jesus. I just mean you kind of come across as someone who would go for more dangerous guys,” he said, that same smirk returning to his face. I shook my head. He was obviously referring to himself, his overly egotistical personality shining through. Glancing at the clock, I began to gather my things when I noticed that class was almost over. As I shoved them into my bag, I caught Logan’s gaze again.
“For your information, I don’t want a dangerous boy. The last thing I need is any more trouble… That’s what got me here in the first place.”
The bell sounded loud and clear through the building as I swung my bag over my shoulder, sauntering out of the classroom and away from Logan.
