“I actually don’t have a boyfriend” But I do have a Logan, my mind instantly speaks to me.
“You don’t? Well maybe we should do something about that.” He says with a cheeky smile, he really is cockier than Chris. We sit and talk for a while longer, until I cant take anymore of his cheesy but friendly chat up lines and I have tears in my eyes from laughing at him, but I’m starting to feel guilty for some reason for flirting with him. Even though we are only joking around it still feels wrong.
I start to put my books and things away in my bag and get ready to leave.
“Can I have your phone number?” he asks boldly. I know we have just been sat talking for almost the past hour but I start to get a niggling feeling about giving him my number. He must see me thinking it over.
“Hey, forget I asked okay, sorry I shouldn’t have. I just had a really nice time chatting with you today and you are really beautiful so you can’t blame a guy for trying.” He politely says with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders. He gathers his things together as well as before I change my mind I quickly take out my note pad and write my number on a page before tearing it out and handing it over to him. He accepts it with a big grin on his face.
“Right well I best be off. I’ll go brush up on my one liners so I can impress you better next time” he says with a chuckle.
“Please no, if you are ever going to get a girl, you need to forget about all of them.” I say laughing at him when he puts his hand to his chest in mock shock.
“What you mean to tell me that none of them worked on you?” I don’t say anything, just carry on laughing.
“It’s been nice meeting you today, thanks for my coffee and half cookie. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” I nod my head to him in goodbye and walk out of the café not quite hearing his mumbled response for the second time today.
“I’ll be seeing you soon princess”
Chapter Sixteen
Three Little Words
What was a beautiful sunny morning has turned into an overcast afternoon, and I’m starting to regret my decision to walk this morning. Maybe I should have taken the plunge and just drove. I need to do it at some point and Chris has said that he can’t see an issue with it. He has complete faith in me that I can drive without hurting anyone.
My main problem however is that sometimes I think I am ready to drive, but then at night I’ll have a nightmare and all my fears just come flooding back. When I’m alone at night I get restless. I’m not sleeping that great, I get the feeling that something is missing, but I get ready for school and push through and I’m generally with someone all day, mainly Amber or Chris. However when I’m alone is when the aching in my body starts. I have to will my self to go to sleep just so that I can stop my mind wandering to Logan.
Logan... I need to sort that issue out. Maybe I should still go ahead with my plan of confronting him today. I’ve had an okay morning, I’m still not sure why I gave my number to Scott and I actually wish I hadn’t now, but what’s done is done. He probably will never call anyway.
Before I can talk myself out of it I quickly send Logan a text.
Alex: can we talk?
I keep my phone in my hand waiting for a reply. He doesn’t keep me waiting for long.
Logan: Yes. Where are you?
Alex: Just walking home from town. Meet me there in about an hour.
I drop my phone back into my bag. I could’ve done with more time to mentally prepare myself for what is to come. Part of me wants him to admit that he is doing it, that he is sending the notes and the little flowers, and then I can put a stop to it all. But there is still a part of me that wants it to not be him. That’s believing it’s not him. And that scares me. It scares me because despite the flowers and notes, and not even spending any time with him, somehow my feelings for him just keep growing. I can’t seem to stop them and if I don’t have the notes as a reason to stay away from him, I don’t think I actually will be able to stay away.
It also scares me, because if it isn’t him... who is it?
I’m just over half way home and I hear a truck pull up beside me causing me to stop walking. I can see the black truck from the corner of my eye. I know who it is with out even looking.
“Alexia, please get in. You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself. Do you not read the news?” His voice. It’s like honey to my soul. It’s been so long since I have heard it, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I turn to face him and he just looks at me, like I’m the very air he needs to breathe.
“Please?” Just that one word has me going weak in my knees. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after
