Logan-
I wasn't having a good time.
Summer and Justin were being all lovy with each other. It was gross.
Summer didn't let me sit in between them like I wanted. I was pissed.
This wasn't fair.
What was her problem anyways?
After the movie we went to get yogurt. They decided to share one.
Who the hell does that?
I rolled my eyes at them.
Summer looked up at me. She gave me a pleading look.
I just shrugged. "I'm gonna go." I stood up.
"Logan, we drove here. How are you gonna get home?"
"Don't worry about it." I un-intentionally snapped at her. That doesn't happen a lot. But when it does, you know shit's about to go down.
Summer can't stand when I'm mad at her. And I can't stand when she's mad at me.
I walked away. Slower than my usual walk.
Waiting to hear foot steps behind me, and someone grabbing my arm.
I heard someone running behind me. A small smirk formed on my face.
That's when a girl ran passed me.
Not Summer though.
I turned around, back to the tables we were sitting at.
She was still sitting there with that fag. She wasn't even looking in my direction.
What the hell?
Summer-
"Is your friend gonna be okay?" Justin asked.
I looked down at whats left of our yogurt. What was wrong with Logan? Why was he acting like this? He never snaps at me. I don't undersand why he's being a jerk.
"Summer..."
I looked up at Justin. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm sure he'll be fine." I said trying to reassure myself.
Our date was nice. Especially when Logan left. Not to sound like a dick or anything.
But it's always awkward when your best friend is 3rd wheelin'.
Once I got home I expected Logan to be sitting on my couch eating my food. But he wasn't there. Which was odd.
He wasn't in my room either.
He wasn't in my house at all.
Thats when I began to worry.
So I called him.
It rang 3 times and went to voicemail.
I left him a voicemail
'Hey Logan, sorry about today. Call me back. I'm worried about you. I love you. Bye.'
Was he seriously mad?
I shrugged it off.
He'll get over it before Monday.
Or so I thought.
Logan-
I walked into my first period and looked around the room. Next to my usual seat I saw Summer, she smiled at me. I brushed the smile off. And sat next to my friend Fletcher.
"Sup man."
I nodded up at him.
"Are you lost?"
"Huh?"
"Summer's over there.."
"Yeah, I know."
"Don't you always sit next to your girl?"
"She's not my girl. And I don't feel like sitting next to her today."
"That's cold, bro. What'd she do?"
"It's what she didn't do."
"Man, you're sounding like a chick in a relationship. Get your shit together man."
"Shut the fuck up, Fletch."
He put his hands up in defense. "Just spittin' the truth."
"What ever."
Thankfully, I didn't have my next class with Summer.
But after 2nd period, was lunch.
Which would be really awkward.
I didn't want to talk to her. I just didn't.
At lunch I got my lunch, and walked out of the building. I usually went to Summers locker to get her. But life sucks.
I hung out with my football buddies at lunch.
And I didn't even make eye contact with Summer the rest of the day.
When the last bell rang, and I was at my locker, Summer came up to me.
"Logan." She said in a stern voice.
"Thats my name."
"What's going on with you? You haven't returned any of my calls, and now you're avoiding me in school too?"
"Like you don't know." I grabbed my backpack, and slammed my locker shut. I was about to walk away when she grabbed my arm. I shrugged my arm free.
"Logan! What the fuck did I do?"
"It's what you didn't do!"
"Huh?"
"Friends before bootycalls. Always Summer. I wouldn't let you walk away and 'find your own way home' even if I was on a date with someone I really liked."
"Oh.. that."
"Yeah, that."
"It wasn't even a big deal."
"Oh but it was!"
"How?"
"YOU LET ME WALK AWAY! I WOULD NEVER LET YOU DO THAT. WANNA KNOW WHY? BECAUSE YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND. AND YOU COME BEFORE ANYONE ELSE."
I walked away from her.
I heard her call out my name but I just held up my middle finger and kept walking.