Oh. My. God.
I hate girls who use that expression. Have you ever stood behind one of them in the lunch line?
"Ohmigod! Brad called me last night! And Ohmigod, he is soo amazing!"
"Ohmigod!"
Just shoot me and be done with it. But today…today is different. Today that ridiculously annoying phrase actually means something. It's my little prayer that my racing heart will eventually slow, my way of asking if today really happened. It's been a few hours since IT allegedly happened. Four hours and forty-four minutes, if you want to get specific. Yet my heart is still beating double time. Scratch that, triple time.
"I kissed Logan." I try it out loud. God knows I've been thinking it for four hours and forty-six minutes. It sounds odd, as I expected it would, but not unpleasant. On the contrary, it gives me a warm feeling in my stomach and a wide grin inexplicably stretches across my still-tingling lips.
What's happened to me?
I kissed Logan Echolls. And I think I loved it.
No cringing. No wincing. Not throwing up in my mouth. Just grins and warm, fuzzy feelings. Maybe it's the flu. I hear that screws with you mind.
A soft patter floats across the room from my window. I creep over and peer around the curtain. That grin returns full-force. I carefully slide the window open, listening intently for rustlings in my dad's room.
"Hey."
Logan grins. "Hey."
If this really is the flu, I don't know why people complain.