Thursday morning at Nature Coast High School, Logan and Cutter sat in
Mr. Buffet's English 3 Honors class. They weren't really getting anything
out of it. Hamlet was getting old. Their minds were elsewhere.
"Did you hear was Alexia did to Valerie?" asked Cutter. "It's Alex, and no, what happened?" Logan replied sounding bored. However, he was quite interested. He could only ponder so far as to the horrible things that Alex had in store for Valerie. "Well actually, it wasn't Valerie. It was that Michelle chick. You know, the one you parents really like. Tall, light blonde hair, blue ey-e" "I know! Geeze Cutter, what happened?" Logan said cutting Cutter off. It wasn't that he hated Michelle. It was just that he hears about her all the time at home. His mother thinks she is a "fine suit", while his father thought "your too young to worry about it" but in the back of his mind he liked the idea of them together.
Logan tuned back into Cutter who was half way through with his story. "-In her hair! Just stuck it there like it was nobodies business!" Cutter finished. At this, Logan cracked up. He thought Alex was so bold and so daring. It drove his wild.
"Would you like to make your comedy debut at the front on the class, Mr. Taylor?" Mr. Buffet interrupted with a sly smirk. "And ruin the surprise? NO WAY! He's saving his lines for something important, eh Logan?" Cutter answered for him. "Then why is he saying it here? Maybe you two can practice today after school in detention until 4:00?" Logan and Cutter stopped smiling. "But we both have football practice!" Cutter exclaimed. "See me after class" said Mr. Buffet and return to teaching his lesson.
After class, Cutter and Logan went up to the front of the class to Mr. Buffet's desk solemnly. If they played their cards right... "I've decided not to hold those detentions against you. I was a teenager once too and laughter was all that could get me through classes too." Logan smiled. It always worked out this way. "You the man, Buffet!" said Cutter and the two boys left, leaving Mr. Buffet feeling confident and cool.
Outside the classroom, Cutter and Logan went their separate ways. Cutter to "liberal arts" and Logan to "Art history AP". As soon as Logan turned, he crashed into a girl, her books flying everywhere. She leaned down to pick up her stuff, muttering something about "damn preps." Logan bent to help her, and try to identify her through the dirty blonde locks that blocked his view. Logan noticed 2 drumsticks in her back pocket. Attempting to get her attention he pulled them out of her pocket. She shot a glare up at him, looking both alarmed and violated! Logan realized the girl was Alex and instantly felt his cheeks flush.
"I...I'm sorry Ale-um. I just wanted to see..." "Just wanted to see WHAT!" Alex said, amazed at his bold gesture, but trying to keep her cool around Logan. "Sorry" he managed. He made no movement to imply giving the drum sticks back. He was reading the graffiti on it. "Alex and Brandon- Best Friend Forever" and other drawings surely made by a bored Alex. She made an attempt to snatch back the sticks, but failed because Logan had stood up. She stood up as well and this time gently reached for the drumsticks. Their eyes met and locked. "So you play drums?" Logan asked the instant her hand touched his. He knew she played guitar and did vocals. He had been to countless "Cut Loose Crayon" shows to see her. He was willing to ask any stupid question to keep the conversation flowing. "Nah, my best friend does, they belong to him," she said, not removing her hand. "Brandon?" he asked, another stupid question. "Yeah, we're in a band. Cut Loose Crayon." She said.
Logan snapped out of it and pushed the drumsticks towards her. "I hate to go but here..." he wrote his phone number on her left hand and said, "Call me. We need a couple bands to play at a costume party I'm having...later" and he turned and left.
Alex stood there mystified; she then remembered to breathe when Brandon too the drum sticks from her loose grip from behind her. "Thanks!" said Brandon. "Gonna be late, lets go!" he grabbed her hand and they headed off to biology. "I think we got a gig coming up...I have to call." Said Alex. "Awesome, now we'll talk about it later, lets GO!" and he gave her one last tug before her lead feet grew wings again!
"Did you hear was Alexia did to Valerie?" asked Cutter. "It's Alex, and no, what happened?" Logan replied sounding bored. However, he was quite interested. He could only ponder so far as to the horrible things that Alex had in store for Valerie. "Well actually, it wasn't Valerie. It was that Michelle chick. You know, the one you parents really like. Tall, light blonde hair, blue ey-e" "I know! Geeze Cutter, what happened?" Logan said cutting Cutter off. It wasn't that he hated Michelle. It was just that he hears about her all the time at home. His mother thinks she is a "fine suit", while his father thought "your too young to worry about it" but in the back of his mind he liked the idea of them together.
Logan tuned back into Cutter who was half way through with his story. "-In her hair! Just stuck it there like it was nobodies business!" Cutter finished. At this, Logan cracked up. He thought Alex was so bold and so daring. It drove his wild.
"Would you like to make your comedy debut at the front on the class, Mr. Taylor?" Mr. Buffet interrupted with a sly smirk. "And ruin the surprise? NO WAY! He's saving his lines for something important, eh Logan?" Cutter answered for him. "Then why is he saying it here? Maybe you two can practice today after school in detention until 4:00?" Logan and Cutter stopped smiling. "But we both have football practice!" Cutter exclaimed. "See me after class" said Mr. Buffet and return to teaching his lesson.
After class, Cutter and Logan went up to the front of the class to Mr. Buffet's desk solemnly. If they played their cards right... "I've decided not to hold those detentions against you. I was a teenager once too and laughter was all that could get me through classes too." Logan smiled. It always worked out this way. "You the man, Buffet!" said Cutter and the two boys left, leaving Mr. Buffet feeling confident and cool.
Outside the classroom, Cutter and Logan went their separate ways. Cutter to "liberal arts" and Logan to "Art history AP". As soon as Logan turned, he crashed into a girl, her books flying everywhere. She leaned down to pick up her stuff, muttering something about "damn preps." Logan bent to help her, and try to identify her through the dirty blonde locks that blocked his view. Logan noticed 2 drumsticks in her back pocket. Attempting to get her attention he pulled them out of her pocket. She shot a glare up at him, looking both alarmed and violated! Logan realized the girl was Alex and instantly felt his cheeks flush.
"I...I'm sorry Ale-um. I just wanted to see..." "Just wanted to see WHAT!" Alex said, amazed at his bold gesture, but trying to keep her cool around Logan. "Sorry" he managed. He made no movement to imply giving the drum sticks back. He was reading the graffiti on it. "Alex and Brandon- Best Friend Forever" and other drawings surely made by a bored Alex. She made an attempt to snatch back the sticks, but failed because Logan had stood up. She stood up as well and this time gently reached for the drumsticks. Their eyes met and locked. "So you play drums?" Logan asked the instant her hand touched his. He knew she played guitar and did vocals. He had been to countless "Cut Loose Crayon" shows to see her. He was willing to ask any stupid question to keep the conversation flowing. "Nah, my best friend does, they belong to him," she said, not removing her hand. "Brandon?" he asked, another stupid question. "Yeah, we're in a band. Cut Loose Crayon." She said.
Logan snapped out of it and pushed the drumsticks towards her. "I hate to go but here..." he wrote his phone number on her left hand and said, "Call me. We need a couple bands to play at a costume party I'm having...later" and he turned and left.
Alex stood there mystified; she then remembered to breathe when Brandon too the drum sticks from her loose grip from behind her. "Thanks!" said Brandon. "Gonna be late, lets go!" he grabbed her hand and they headed off to biology. "I think we got a gig coming up...I have to call." Said Alex. "Awesome, now we'll talk about it later, lets GO!" and he gave her one last tug before her lead feet grew wings again!