Chris seemed to have noticed that I had stopped listening to the conversation and moved his arm from my chair to around my shoulder and pulled me in close to him
“Hey what’s up?” He whispers in my ear and follows where my gaze was still lingered. Was it just me, or did the Greek God suddenly get even taller and an even more irritable scowl on his face?
“Oh man, come on guys, looks like we’re late for the team meeting, Logan’s over by the door and he looks pissed. Time to go boys. See ya later Alex.” With a squeeze of my shoulder the boys got up and left to go meet up with the God. Logan? Is that what Chris called him? Logan, I like the way that sounds in my head. The bell snaps me out of my thinking and we get ready to go to our next class. I turn back around to get a final glimpse of him, but find myself disappointed he has already left.
Last class of the day and I have successfully made it through day one. It wasn’t actually as bad as I was expecting. I get that weird sensation again, it’s not unpleasant but just strange. When I look up, I can see Logan standing in the doorway about to come into class. He comes toward me and takes the seat directly behind me.
Great, how on earth am I meant to concentrate now that he is sat right there. All I want to do is run my hand through my hair to make sure it’s ok but I really don’t want him to think that I’m doing it for his sake so I just sit there and try to pay attention to the text book in front of me. What is wrong with me? I never get like this over guys.
I’m generally good at school, but biology is my one class where I actually need to work hard and now I have the Greek God sat behind me. I really need to stop calling him that. Logan, Logan, Logan, he has a name.
I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder, but at the same time his finger connects I feel sparks like static straight through my shoulder and down my arm from his touch.
“Hey, do you have a pen I could borrow please? I seem to have lost mine.” That voice, is like I’m floating in heaven. It’s husky tone, I can’t wait to hear it again .
“So do you?... Have a pen?” He says again with a grin. Obviously noticing my lack of concentration.
“Um yeah, hang on” I reach down for my bag on the floor to get my extra pen and turn around to pass it to him. He’s still leaning in over his desk and I didn’t realise how close he actually was so when I lift my head to hand him the pen I find myself staring into the most stunning pair of deep green eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.
Just breathe.
“Thanks” it feels like silk sliding all over my body whenever he talks; he has the most luscious hair and I just want to run my fingers through it’s dark golden colour. I mean what other colour would a God have for hair? Some of it is falling in front of his eyes and my fingers are itching to push it out of the way so it doesn’t block my view of his eyes.
“No problem ” I finally manage to get out. He just smiles slowly and leans back in his chair. I need to get a grip.
At the end of class when the bell goes I don’t really want to go. I want to talk to Logan again; to hear his voice and commit it to my memory. But I also want to get out of the room as quickly as I can. I’ve never been the type of girl that gets like this over a guy. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me but I’m sure I don’t like this version of me. ‘Come on Alex, get a grip I refuse to let a guy get to me like this’ I mentally shout at myself. I start packing up my things in a rush and he comes to stand right in front of me.
“It’s Alexia right?” he says to me, with that smile on his face again. Perfect pearly whites showing through. My personal pep talk must have done some good. I finally manage to find my voice and answer in a normal manner.
“Yeah, but just Alex is fine.” he hands me back my pen and slightly touches my fingers as he does so. He doesn’t seem in any rush to let go of the pen or my hand
