"Chapter Seven - A not-so-friendly game of hide-and-go-seek in the city
Two weeks doesn't sound like a lot, does it? It's only fourteen days. Not that much.
Chaos had erupted in Cross Academy. Logan Cross was being nice. People were being nice. After six years of wishing that the bullying would cease just a bit, I now found the lack of name-calling, book throwing, tripping, and food throwing rather sad. I couldn't decide whether I was crazy or just plain weird for wanting yolk dripping from my school uniform.
All in two weeks.
By the way, I've avoided Logan Cross for two weeks. I don't know whether to be called an idiot, or rewarded with a big fat medal. It was hard avoiding him though. Incredibly hard. Yep. I want the medal.
He knew where I worked. He knew my locker location. My classes. It must be the perks of being a bodyguard. So whenever I tried to run, I had to do so quickly and steathily, like a cat. A black, ninja cat. Or a witch's cat. Those were freaking scary in the movies. They show up out of nowhere and watch you with their eyes.
Maybe Logan was a cat instead of me.
It was way harder on my way to and from school. I started this new thing that really freaked my old man where I would wake up two hours before my normal wake up time and arrive on the grounds of the large academy thirty minutes before anyone.
Literally; anyone.
My family aren't morning people. Actually, that's not true. My mother is, and unfortunately for my old man, he was the one who was forced to wake up at 5 a.m every morning.
My brothers and me? Don't even try to get a "Good morning" out of us--it ain't happening.
After school hours ended, I hid in the bathroom for forty minutes before I walked home.
The lunchbell rang. Everyone around me scrambled to the door, chatting and laughing as they made their way towards the dining hall. Me? I booked it all the way to the roof. It was the one place Logan didn..." http://wattpad.com/story/1343186
