Concentrating in a noisy study hall was nearly impossible. Yet, Logan sat; butt on the edge of his seat, scribbling down answers on his worksheet, occasionally rolling his eyes in frustration.
Kendall sat to his left; chair scooted close to his side, arm resting casually on the back of Logan's chair. To an outside observer, their positions were casual, friendly. Albeit, very friendly.
Under the table however, Kendall's leg was pressed to Logan's. The hand of the shorter not occupied by the pencil dropped down to squeeze Kendall's knee.
A flowery scent overwhelmed Logan's nostrils. A scent he recognized. "Hi Kendall."
Fucking Jo.
Refusing to look up from his paper, Logan's grip on his pencil tightened as Kendall glanced over his shoulder to engage in conversation with Jo.
"So…have you asked anyone to prom yet?" Logan's pencil groaned under the increasing pressure as Jo spoke.
"Actually, Logan asked me." Glancing up, gaze forward, Logan smiled before turning around enough to see the girl.
Her smiled seemed polite, yet it was definitely pasted on, it looked strained. "Really, that's…great."
A soft smile broke across Kendall's face. "What about you?"
"Me? Oh, I don't know yet." Logan felt a pleasant swoop in his stomach; she was definitely bummed.
Kendall might be able to be civil, but Logan couldn't help himself. His hand found its way back to Kendall's knee, higher up this time. He leaned forward; glancing out of the corner of his eye to check that Jo was looking and pressed a small kiss to the underside of Kendall's chin. Smiling in victory, Logan turned back around to continue his work.
Eh.