Chapter 5: Being The One For Quinn Pensky
"Logan! Of course, late as always. And with a girl! How shocking," Miss Robertson said.
Quinn felt the glare from Miss Robertson's evil eyes bore into her back. At the same time, she felt her own fear too, for when she would have to face her. That woman would have a heart attack if she saw that it was her best student hanging on the troublemaker's shoulders. When was he going to put her down? She felt a pinch on her leg.
"Miss Robertson, Quinn fell, and I think she twisted her ankle," Logan said. What? Was he serious?
"Why didn't you take her to the nurse then?"
"Because you know how Quinn is, Miss. The nerd doesn't want to miss any classes," he replied. Quinn wanted to kick him so badly, until she heard him say, "But she's smart, pretty, and when her eyes light up..." Logan stopped, realizing what he had just said. He was such an idiot. He wanted to smack himself in the face.
"Good one, Reese. You just poured your heart out to your worst enemy. She can blackmail you now, and most of all, she heard it too," Leftie, Logan's bad side said, grabbing his mirror and looking at himself. "Even I'm smarter than that." Logan could hear him smirking, but facing the teacher was bad. She looked at him with one eyebrow raised, and a goofy smile that he had never seen her wear before. She never smiled. Oh yeah, he was dead.
Quinn couldn't believe what she had just heard. He liked her? And then it happened. The thing that she never thought she would do to him. She lightly touched his neck. This was made difficult because he was still holding her. Logan felt it too. His heart pounded, feeling every emotion he could possibly feel at that moment.
"The point is, I'm Logan Reese, the richest, and, of course, the hottest guy at PCA. Quinn just hurt her ankle, don't forget that. So... will you let this one time slide, Miss Robertson?" Oh, he was good at making stuff up. Miss Robertson sighed.
"Alright, this one time. So, are you going to carry your girlfriend into class like that?" she asked. Quinn gasped, as did Logan. "We are not a couple!" they exclaimed inunison.
"I hate him," Quinn enforced.
"I hate her," he said, trying not to blush.
"Oh, I can see that, carrying her up the stairs, risking a class while your report card is a mess. No doubt about it, you two aren't together," Miss Robertson said, pleased to see him blush.
Quinn didn't say a thing. She felt her cheeks grow warm. 'Oh no, he put me down while I'm blushing like mad' she thought.
She panicked when he put her on the ground right in front of him. Their eyes connected as they continued to hold on to each other. She blinked. "Can you please let me go?" she asked, trying to sound irritated.
He let her go, realizing the position they were in. They walked into class,avoiding the looks that Michael and Zoey gave them, as well as the whole class. Quinn didn't think it was very strange, as they were both very red at this point.
Forgetting her "ankle", she walked as fast as she could to a table. Logan's eyes widened as he looked back as Miss Robertson. She gave him a questioning look."She can walk again?" Logan feigned, smiling a fake and timid smile. The science teacher smirked. "Take your seats. We will continue with chapter twelve," Miss Robertson said. Her old cranky voice was back, and the smile was gone. Logan wanted to sit in the back. He was even willing to sit next to Stacey Dillsen, so long as he wasn't near Quinn. Miss Robertson didn't think that way. "Mr Reese,you can sit next to Miss Pensky," she said. Okay, now she really was on his WhichTeachersIHateTheMost list.
As Logan sat next to Quinn, he didn't pay attention to anything Miss Robertson was saying. Why should he? It wasn't like he was going to remember it right now anyways. First dancing... then carrying Quinn to class... then Miss Robertson... his head hurt.
Slowly, he looked at the girl who sat close to him. How neatly she wrote the sentences, with her curly brown hair resting on her arm. She rubbed the tip of her nose slowly, then scratched her eyebrows with the same fingers that touched his neck. He saw her lips and how sweetly they parted. He quickly looked at something else before he became too distracted by that... her eyes!
Logan saw her shocked face as he looked at what she was staring at. Hold on... did she write Reese?
"Logan! Would you pay attention and not stare at the girl that you hate?"she asked, winking at him. Crap. Why him? With his head in his hands, he groaned.
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Quinn didn't hear much of what Miss Robertson was saying. It didn't matter to her today, and that bothered her a lot. She started to draw. But instead of drawing, she wrote:
Q.P+L.R
'Oh my god!' she thought. Seriously, what was wrong with her? Why was she thinking about him so much? She calmed herself to listen to his breathing. And his breathing was so...
'don't even try tofinish that sentence, Pensky' she closed her eyes.
She wouldn't fall in love with Logan. Not a chance. As if. There was as much a chance of falling in love with Logan as their was for world peace... it would never happen. But still, she was drawing a heart around their initials.Thinking of what her mother would always say, she began to write.
Who do you like?:
Mark Del Figgalo
Lie.
What is the reason why you like him?:
His charm and how he made me laugh.
Lie.
What is your deepest memory you have with him?:
He is my first kiss.
True.
Do you get sparks when you kiss him?:
Yes.
Lie.
Would you die for him?:
…
This was a hard one. Why couldn't she justwrite yes?
No.
True.
Will you spend you whole life with him?:
No.
True. Damn true.
If you have one word to say about him what will that be?:
Cute.
Half true.
Urgh this is not going to help.
Who do you like?:
Logan Reese. No you don't 'like' like him.
What is the reason why you like him?:
His smile. Sort of.
'Don't let me start about the other things.'
What is your deepest memory you have with him?:
The way we danced and how he carried me to class.
Do you feel sparks when he kisses you?:
I dunno… Maybe… Why am I writing this about the jerk?? I didn't even kiss or speak to the guy.
Would you die for him?:
Maybe.
Would you spend your whole life with him?:
I don't know.
If you have one word to say about him what will that be?:
I have no words about him.
'Not one word but thousand of words.'
This was not helping at all.
She put her head into her hands and groaned, just as Logan had.
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Finally, when class was over, she sighed in relief. Logan heard that. 'She doesn't like me. She is happy that this class is over, and besides, she likes Mark.' He thought unhappily.
She ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook and crumpled it. She stared at Logan for a second and walked away with the piece of paper, to throw it in the garbage. Logan tried not to look but out of the corner of his eye he followed the paper. He walked over to it and grabbed it. He began to read.
Who do you like?:
Mark del Figgalo
He crushed the paper. URGH. What was he thinking? She would never like him."Dude, are you going to be on time today? Come with me," Micheal was standing by the door. "And I want an explanation of why you were late with Quinn." Logan wasn't in the mood and threw the piece of paper away. "It's nothing," He said cocky and irritated while he walked to his friend.
When everyone had gone. Miss Robertson stared blankly at the paper she had taken from the garbage.
"Oh boy."
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In the evening when he was trying to take a shower, he removed his shirt slowly and sniffed it. Her smell remained in his nose and he decided that the smell wasn't going away for a while. He hugged it gently wishing it was Quinn.
And there he stood, eyes closed for minutes, shirtless, smelling his shirt and imagining the girl he spent an hour with today. That amazing hour.
"Quinn, I want to be that one that holding your hand, the one who can tell you everyday how pretty you look, the one that puts an arm around you when you're crying. And I'm trying to push this feeling away but secretly I know your the one for me… I like you…" he whispered.
"Wow," A voice said. His eyes popped open.
A/n:
DUN DUN DUN... Love Cliffhangers... Alrighty! Thank You Eléna for making this story not a disaster. :) '
And you guys probaly think... What's With the Touching neck thing... I'll Explain it later...
I'm Tired it is 3 in the morning here... Then it is by you probaly nine hours later. so you wake up know. I guess. I'll Shut it ! And omg I LUF FAME!! Today I saw the musical!! And I really enjoyed that...
Next Chapter: Pillow Fight.
xRianne
