Chapter 5
Canadian Heart To Heart
I went up a floor and knocked on Logan's door.
"Logan, please open up!" I said, rapping on the door.
"What?" he growled, swinging the door open.
I walked past him and flopped onto his bed.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Logan, do I have to go to detention? John hates me." I whined, burying my face in a pillow.
"You got yourself into this, of course you have to go." Logan responded.
I sighed dramatically and sat up.
"Besides, I don't think John hates you. I think he's a kid with a lot of issues and maybe you should try talking to him." Logan continued.
I stared at him.
"What, are you some kind of fucking diplomat now?" I asked sarcastically.
"No, but maybe if you can figure why it is you two don't get along, you'll stop ending up in detention with him." Logan responded.
"Maybe I'll stop ending up in detention when he stops trying to set me on fire." I shot back. "What do I look like, Oprah?"
"No, you're not fat and black. And you haven't given us all cars." Logan shot back.
"Dr. Phil?"
"Nope, you're not a fat guy with a beer gut, receding hairline and a twangy accent."
"Maury Povich?"
"You wanna talk about hairlines? That guy doesn't even have one anymore. He's, like, seventy years old."
"And you're not?"
"Watch it."
"Sorry."
A pause.
And then-
"Jerry Springer?"
"Maybe." Logan replied with a grin, dodging the pillow.
"Asshole."
Logan glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It read 6:24.
"Time for dinner."
"I'm not hungry. I'll see you tomorrow." I responded, standing up and heading towards the door.
"You gonna try to talk to John?" Logan asked, standing in the doorway.
"I guess. I don't think it will really change anything, though."
"Do it. For me." Logan said, giving me a sad face. He looked adorable, and I couldn't say no.
"Okay, okay. Jesus." I muttered, closing the door behind me.
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