Hello there! :)

This is another fanfic about the great Logan Henderson that I started writing last year and

finally got around to writing more of it. So, I'm going to post it on here.

I'll still continue writing chapters for the 'Scrubs' story, too.

I'm open to all suggestions, so leave me a message or review.

Enjoy!

I impatiently tapped my pencil on my literature book.

Class was almost over, but I couldn't keep focused on Mr. Martin's lecture any longer.

I looked up at the clock for the 100th time that period.

9:42 A.M.

I sighed deeply.

Only a few more minutes until the bell rang.

It's only 2nd period but after this was the school's break.

If you're wondering, my name's Kelsey Morgan.

I'm currently a junior in at Shoreview High School.

I've lived in Minnesota my entire life and can't wait to get on with life.

High school isn't the greatest thing, if you know what I mean.

I don't mind it, but I'm just ready for some excitement in this sheltered life of mine.

*RING*

The bell rang dismissing class.

I was so happy to be out of there that I practically ran out of the classroom and to my locker.

I was putting my books away when my friend Hannah came running up to me.

"Kelsey! Guess where we're going tomorrow night!"

"Oh boy, I can't wait to hear it. What have you roped us into now?"

"I got us invites to Amber Hartman's party!"

I stood there with my mouth slightly agape.

"But how did you get invited? She's a cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in school."

"Easy. She sits beside me in psychology class. We started talking and she invited me. I told her I was bringing you too and she said it was cool. She's actually really nice."

"Wow."

Hannah was only a freshman, but she had epic connections.

"Sooooo, will you go with me?"

"Of course."

She smiled and squealed like the crazy person she was.

I shut my locker and walked over to my next class.

After school, I was walking down the hallway to the choir room.

I usually had practice after school with my teacher, Mrs. `Taylor.

I was planning on going into a music profession, so I need as much rehearsal as needed.

Anyways, I was walking towards the cafeteria to get an after school snack when I caught four boys staring at me.

They were all sitting at the same table with hockey sticks lying on top of it.

I just shrugged it off, grabbed a bag of chips and walked out of the cafeteria.

I practiced with Mrs. Taylor for about an hour and a half.

Afterwards, I walked outside to my car.

It was freezing cold, which was no surprise because it's Minnesota.

I walked past the football field and into the parking lot until I felt something hit me…on the butt.

I turned around and saw a hockey puck lying on the ground.

"What the…?"

"Hey! Over here!"

I picked up the puck and handed it to a boy with dirty blonde, shaggy hair.

"Hey. Sorry about that. My friends and I were doing some free shots on the other side of the lot."

"Didn't think you'd hit anything or anyone, right?"

I smirked at the boy.

He had bright green eyes and was at least 5 inches taller than me.

"Yeah. I'm Kendall."

"Kelsey."

I shook his hand, which had calluses on them.

"So, you go to school here right? Why don't I ever see you around?"

I shrugged. "Guess we just have different classes in different hall ways."

"Guess so."

Just then, his friends started to call for him across the parking lot."

"I gotta go. Maybe I'll see you later?"

I smiled at him. "Maybe."

"Cool." He smiled and ran back towards his friends.

I smiled and ran back to my car.

I turned the ignition and blasted the heater.

I looked in the mirror and smiled.

Maybe getting hit on (literally) wasn't a bad thing after all.