Right?
Alex: Yes to first bit, may have to pass on the food though. Sorry.
I don’t think I need to tell him that I already made plans with Logan. He will know then that I’ve gone back on our deal.
I feel like I’m cheating on someone, like I’m cheating on both of them; buts that’s just silly I’m not even sure what my thing with Logan is. And I don’t even really have a thing with Chris, it’s just friendship. However I can’t help but feel like I’m lying to someone. Maybe even myself. I think I need girl advice.
Amber? No, she’s too close to Chris.
I quickly grab my pen and add a sentence to my note for aunt Sara. I think maybe its time I took her up on her offer to talk. She was my age once after all. She has to know what to do.
I decide to wait outside for Logan, so I find my favourite spot just sitting on the porch steps and wait. After a few more minutes I hear his car crunching up the gravel driveway, so I stand and head down the steps with my school bag at my side. I’m actually really nervous now. What if he regrets kissing me?
He pulls up beside me and I go to open the door to get in and smile at him through the window first, only he isn’t there to see my smile. He’s at my side and opened the door, ready to help me in the truck, even thought I am quite capable of getting in a car without hurting myself. I don’t know how he moved so fast to get to me. Just something else to add to the list of strange things that makes up Logan.
“Hey” he says to me while his hands are on my hips, guiding me up and onto the little step up.
As I move to move a little further in to the warm truck, it seems he has a change of mind and he pulls me gently back so that my back bumps onto his chest. I go to pull away quickly but one of his hands snake from my hip to my stomach and he spreads his hand out and holds me in place.
“Hey, you going to let me in your car or not?” I say back to him.
“I’m sorry” he says unexpectedly, into my ear and plants a soft kiss on the top of my neck, the only part he can actually get to because of my big coat. It feels so nice to be there in his arms and since the wolf came into my yard last night, this is the safest I’ve felt. I didn’t realize how not safe I actually felt until I compare the last eight or so hours with now. I feel and hear him take a deep breath in and it relaxes me even more and I lean back against him more. He must notice because his arm moves slightly to hold me tighter to him and he rests his head on top of mine.
“What do you have to be sorry for?” I ask quietly. I’m genuinely interested in knowing because right at this moment I cant think of any reason why he needs to be apologizing.
“For not wanting to share you with anyone. For getting angry last night when you talked about spending time with Chris.” He replies honestly.
“I wasn’t aware that you were angry, but yes there is a conversation that we need to have. How about we have it later though, after school?” I can feel him smile when I say we can meet up later.
“Great I’ll meet you in the car park after school then, give you lift home?” He questions.
Ok Alex, find a good way to say this...
I tap his hand so he will release his tight hold on me and I’m able to turn around with his arm still surrounding my waist, and place my hands on his shoulders. He looks at me and smiles, however his smile fades when I start shaking my head gently.
“No, after school, I told you, I already have plans, with a friend.” I try to emphasize the ‘friend’. He doesn’t look to happy about it, and the huff that he gives makes me think I need to try harder to convince him that there isn’t anything between Chris and I. So I place my palms flat on either side of his face, so I can make sure he is looking right at me.
“Logan, Chris is a friend. That’s all he is to me. No different to Amber, apart from a few body parts that I have no interest in. He’s helping me out after school. Doing me a favor. Like friends do for each other. That’s all. We can spend some time together afterwards. Okay?” I’m not to sure where my boldness with him has come from. But I like it. It feels more like the normal me.
“You’re not interested in his body parts?” He asks seriously and I drop my hands back to his shoulders and laugh because that’s probably the only part of what I just said that he has listened too.
“No, I’m not interested in his body parts.” I say, still laughing a little. He starts to smile a little to, and gets a mischievous glint in his eyes and pulls me closer to him again.
“Are you interested in my body parts?” He says while his smile gets even bigger. I can tell that my cheeks
