Hey guys, y'all are really lucky you're getting another story from me. After writing that last one I told myself I would never write again, but as you can see, I'm back with a new one. This will be in parts. I'm thinking right now it will have three all together, maybe four depending on how I'm feeling.
Disclaimer: Logan and all other characters that will appear belong to CP Coulter and her wonderful fic Dalton.
The note had been slipped under his door during the night, and Logan Wright had practically missed it on his way to class the next morning. Shoved in his pocket and forgotten throughout the day. It wasn't until he was back in his room that he remembered the paper. The handwriting wasn't that of Derek's messy scribbles, or Julian's cursive.
L,
Prom is coming up, go with me?
I know that may be odd, but we could work something out... right?
I'll wait in the gardens, the bench under the arch.
7:30, prom night.
A.
It wasn't the first time Logan had seen this handwriting. All the notes were slipped under his door when he was either sleeping or in class, so he didn't know who this mysterious A person was. Whoever it was though, had managed to get all of the notes Logan left for them behind one of the paintings in the hallway outside of his room; an arrangement they had made earlier when the notes first started appearing a little over a month ago.
The note was pinned to the board above the desk belonging to the tall blonde Stuart house resident. It had been there for the last week and a half, and over that time it had barely gotten any attention since being pinned up. Logan sat at his desk working on his paper for Murdoch when he looked up at the board at the note. He sighed and reached up to take it down. It wasn't a note that he would write back to. No, simply showing up to the gardens in three days time would be reply enough, if he in fact did want to finally know who it was writing to him.
"Why would someone want to be my secret admirer?" He muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he reread the message. He still hadn't decided on what he was going to do yet; Risk the possibility of being kidnapped or killed or god knows what to meet the person, or play it safe and not bother.
His phone buzzed from its place beside him on the desk, a text from Derek reminding him to take his medication. Logan rolled his eyes and looked out the Window towards Windsor house. He could see two figures walking towards the house from the main building. His hands clenched tightly into fists and his eyes blazed bright as he made the two out as Blaine and Kurt.
At that moment, Logan knew exactly what it was he was going to do.
:] Well there you have it.
Yes it was short, I know. But it's where I felt right to end it. The length of the next parts will most likely be longer, but don't kill me if they aren't.