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Chapter 7: Logan Misses The Mark
Quinn's POV: Logan was the first one to speak up slowly removing his arms from around my waist. "Good Morning, Princess Pensky." I furrowed my brow in confusion before chuckling rather obnoxiously and playfully smacking him in the shoulder. "Oh so now I'm your Princess?" I inquired. He smirked, playfully tickling my ribs. "You can be whatever you want to be Quinn, you've always been my main focus."
I rolled my eyes in disbelief surely he didn't mean that he was just trying to make me feel better and it was working. A few moments later he strolled over with two of my favorite fruits: apples and bananas. "Pick your poison Pensky!" I reached over him skillfully grabbing the bananas out of his grasp. Slowly unclasping the banana peel and munching on the sweet fresh fruit, savoring every bite.
As I observed him tucking the apple into his knapsack before reaching out towards the side pocket and pulling out a granola bar. We both ate in silence taking in the quiet air surrounding us.
After dusting the crumbs off of his pants, he offered me a hand which I gratefully accepted, before going our separate ways to prepare for the day ahead of us. He mentioned he had a surprise for us and it was very imperative that we leave early, I couldn't even begin to imagine what it must be. But, knowing him he wasn't the most capable individual to handle following directions, at least not of the trail variety so I presume that we will end up lost if I let him guide us solo. The Charles Galloway situation was a feat that all of us had managed to conquer.
Granted it was still Reese's fault that we all managed to suffer. (Very vocally) I must admit as we spent the whole night screaming at the top of our lungs, you would swear we were watching Shinnyuusha. Knapsacks ready and prepared for another adventure as we trekked side by side. I glanced over towards Logan who was yet again sporting another cut off muscle shirt. I presumed that it originally had sleeves by the way the fabric hung over a bit from the sides. I caught myself inadvertently staring. Why must this boy always wear something sleeveless and why must his arms be so toned and tanned?
He grabbed his metal water bottle from a side compartment sloshing around the contents inside, before taking a swig and holding it out towards me. "You thirsty Quinn?" I gazed directly into his eyes and inadvertently towards his muscles again before stuttering like a fool. "N-no of course not!" He chuckled taking another swig of water. "Not for me Pensky, but I appreciate your enthusiasm for my hotness, sweetheart." He placed his metal water bottle back into the side compartment, securing it tightly shut before we resumed our journey. I scoffed trying to save myself from embarrassment.
"Psh, I knew that c'mon I was clearly joking." Logan scoffed in amusement. "Uh huh, sure you were Quinn!" About 30 minutes passed before either of us spoke again.
Logan had led us to some sort of clearing if he wanted to be Mr. Macho Man, I was going to let him suffer. We wandered around in circles for what felt like hours before he finally found another pathway.
Deciding to break the silence between us I spoke, he could not resist a flirtatious pun, it was in his nature, what I didn't expect was the silence that followed as he struggled to find a response to my inquiry, mind games I had concluded were fun when you played your cards right. and Quinn Pensky apparently isn't the only one who can get flustered! About two hours later we had reached another intersection.
I pointed towards the vicinity of a nearby pathway. "What's down there?" I inquired, swiftly moving my glasses towards the bridge of my nose. Logan removed an apple from his knapsack taking out a large chunk of it and chewing thoughtfully. I had previously pondered about the research that Lola and I had conducted, the ultimate sign of a good kisser was the way that a guy took a bite out of an apple. Taking another large chunk out of the sweet red juicy fruit he replied. "Oh don't worry about that, we'll get there later, it's a surprise."
Oh yeah, he was definitely a good kisser I observed as he took another chunk out of the sweet red juicy fruit. I averted my eyes as he finished off the remainder of his apple until only the core was visible.
I tapped on his shoulder after he discarded the remains of the sweet red juicy fruit. "Now what do we do?" I inquired thoughtfully. Logan rolled his eyes scoffing playfully towards me. "Don't you trust me Quinn?" Do I trust Logan? It was a question I supposed I hadn't had quite the time to ponder. But, I knew he had the capability to be a decent person once he put forth the effort. "Of course I trust you, but there's three different ways we can go." I gestured, pointing out three different pathways ahead of us.
He tilted my chin ever so slightly upwards towards his face, with that casual Reese smirk he loved sporting so well, he leaned in closer towards my ear before lowly whispering. "Well, really there's only two ways to go, but we won't travel down that road yet Pensky."
If I were a software system, I would have malfunctioned and crashed just like Quinndows QP. He waved a hand in-front of my face, shaking me out of my reverie, once he gathered my attention he spoke. "We're just going to go left, okay?" I removed my metal water bottle from my knapsack taking another swig of the refreshing clear liquid. "Whatever, Logan!"
We resumed our journey on the trail practically pressed hip to hip as we passed yet again another trail marker. I was starting to question if we would ever arrive at our intended destination with Logan as our guide. Our footsteps became heavier as the sound of the leaves crunching beneath our feet was the only sound that could be heard for miles or so I thought. He yanked my arm back abruptly as we headed towards the next intersection. "Did, you hear that?" I ignored the butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach. "Hear what. all I hear is the leaves rustling beneath our feet!" I replied very agitated.
He pulled me closer towards his chest, forcing me to hold onto him to steady myself from falling on the uneven terrain. "Watch out for the Bouncing Betty's!" I abruptly yanked away from him escaping his grasp, huffing in frustration as I provided a thoughtful smack across his arm. "The Bouncing What?" He rolled his eyes in annoyance, trying to reel me back in. "I said watch out for the Bouncing Betty's, they're really dangerous!" I rolled my eyes, annoyed by the lack of respect he had shown. "I'm flabbergasted!" Clearly perturbed at my correction of his vocabulary, he rolled his eyes once more in annoyance. "It's gabberflasted Quinn, gosh can't you be serious for one moment!"
Could he not comprehend how much I was hurting? Ugh! that insensitive jerk! Of course he couldn't he was incapable of feeling the emotional distress of others! Marching over a few steps to the left I located Logan clutching a theatre sized box of candy, hot tamales to be more specific, he held out the box towards me. "You want some Quinn?" I scrunched my nose up in dissatisfaction as I observed him pop a piece of the sweet and spicy candy into his mouth. There was no way I was eating a random box of mountain candy without examining it's contents! I wont even eat lettuce if it's not properly examined under a microscope and prepared in hygienic conditions!
He popped another one of the sweet yet spicy treats into his mouth, smirking wildly. "Well, these are sweet and delicious, someone's loss is always my gain, isn't that right Quinn?" Did he just wink at me or are those candies spoiled? As another abrupt noise echoed in the distance, Logan immediately sprung into action, grabbing my arms and pinning them behind my back so I couldn't escape his grasp. Was he actually concerned about my safety? I decided to resist trying to pull away from him, in fear that we could actually be in the path of danger. "I hope that was a deer." He whispered lowly, unpinning my arms and releasing me from his grasp.
I felt a pang of disappointment wash over me as he released me from his grasp. "It's probably Sasquatch, maybe if I'm lucky he'll scoop me up and take me somewhere far away from you!" I retorted pushing my glasses further up the bridge of my nose. He frowned, inherently dissatisfied at the distance between us as he kicked rocks underneath his boots, I almost feigned sympathy there was no way he was being authentic if anything he just wanted to garner my attention. As if I wasn't already mildly irritated with our impending situation of being off track. Logan began whistling, it started off low but once he noticed I was ignoring his attempts for communication it intensified into a crescendo and became almost unbearable!
I took a few deep breaths inwards and outwards, balling up my fists in frustration. What I wouldn't give to have my ankle laser right now! At least I still have my zap watch! Perhaps, I'll look into the anger management program that Zoey recommended, it could be quite beneficial for my outbursts. "Do you really have the audacity to whistle right now?" I admonished poking him in the ribs. "Cheese and Rice, you're so irritating sometimes Reese!" He scoffed playfully tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well, you never know there could be seven dwarfs in the woods Quinn." He was pushing me further and further to the brink of insanity, I couldn't tolerate the constant flirtatious puns, the semi-playful banter, or the smug way he looked at me any longer! "Whatever, Logan!"
We continued on the trail 500 paces East until we reached another intersection. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, huffing in frustration as I pointed out the intersection towards Logan. "Another intersection, way to go Captain Obvious, thanks to your navigational skills or lack there of we've been wandering around probably in a circle for the past four hours!" I folded my arms across my chest glaring daggers towards the brunette curly haired boy. "I'm tired, I'm hungry and we're probably light years away from our post, are we lost?" He pulled out a compass from his pocket carefully examining the needle. "No, I think we're going Weast, No East, No North, I'd rather go South but we're not there yet!"
I provided him with a thoughtful smack across the chest. "You know damn well, there's no such thing as Weast, what are you reading from anyways Patrick's compass? Go figure I knew someone like you would take your lifetime skills or lack there of from a dimwit like Patrick!" He folded his arms across his chest, glaring daggers towards me. "Hey! Patrick isn't stupid, it's just no one takes the time to appreciate his genius!" I rolled my eyes in annoyance taking an extra moment to glare directly towards the curly brunette haired boy. "Are we really arguing over SpongeBob right now?"
He raised his voice an octave higher than usual. "Yes, we absolutely are!" I threw my hands up in frustration, admonishing him. "Well, this is stupid and pointless!" He gritted his teeth glaring daggers towards me. "You're stupid and pointless!" I crushed his toes beneath my boot. "I hate you!" He winced in agonizing pain before choking out. "Yeah, well I hate you more!" I decided to amp it up a notch. "I hate you most!" After a few moments of silence and intense glaring towards one another, he finally spoke, wiggling his eyebrows seductively. "So, you wanna go make out?" I crushed his toes in between my boots again, intensifying the agony. "Nope, you better watch your back pretty boy, next time it won't be your feet that feel my wrath!"
He glared in horror, jumping back a few inches from where we originally stood before placing a hand over my shoulder. "Alright, look I know you're agitated and annoyed and agitated but the surprise is right down there, now c'mon!" He exclaimed, grabbing my wrist and guiding me towards a field full of nothingness. Logan removed his knapsack from his shoulder, rummaging through all of it's components before finally settling on a side pocket, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively towards me as he removed the item in question. Wrapping his other arm securely around my waist. "I've been waiting all day for this moment Quinn, it's just you and me with no interruptions!" I shoved him away filled with shock and horror at the implication presented towards me, if he thought he was going to get anything, it was going to be something alright: a lecture and a firm warning!
I crossed my arms abruptly over my upper torso, before glaring down at him harshly and rolling my eyes both in disbelief and annoyance. "Logan, you know I'm not a prize, you can catch in a random vending machine claw game, but a treasure that is worth waiting for!" He casually shrugged his shoulders dropping the item in question to the ground a tarp. "Sorry Quinn, I was just living in the moment!"
Jerk! He resumed speaking as I was gathering my thoughts. "I occasionally get lost in my thoughts, but you're right, I do like treasure hunting!" He retorted with that casual Reese smirk he loves to sport so much. Jerk! I rolled my eyes again mostly out of annoyance glaring daggers at the brunette curly haired boy infront of me. "You'll never change!" I continued glaring daggers towards him, and his smirk casually lowered as he realized the implication of my tone. "You know Quinn, One day when we are ready, we can explore our world."
Was he serious? I pondered before contemplating, choosing my next statement, regardless of the consequences that would occur. "You, haven't the slightest notion of what it's like to be in a relationship with someone that truly loves you, because you haven't the slightest ideology of what it means! Go back to your trollops in tank tops and get the hell out of my life!" I noticed him blinking slowly as if he was taking time to absorb everything I had just said to him, a few moments later the tears cascaded directly down his face and he didn't even try to stop them. He began hugging his own knees. My heart clenched at the site infront of me as my own teardrops began to flow.
Watching the brunette curly haired boy come undone, I dropped down to my knees meeting him at eye level before wounding my arms tightly around his neck. I had never seen him sob so vehemently over well, pretty much anything. We just held each other as if we were each other's only source of oxygen, and I came to the conclusion that in that moment, Logan Reese really does care. I curled my lip upwards, biting on the lower layer, before I choked out. "L-Logan." And felt him gently tug my wrist, propping us both back up on our feet. His eyes were still clouded with unshed tears.
A constant enigma, the Logan Reese I presumed to know was nothing more than a facade. This was the real Logan Reese, I had concluded. He gently placed his finger over my lips, the scientist in me contemplated every scenario possible except you know the logical ones. And I wondered if he was going to kiss me, was I willingly going to just let him? I felt my own resolve growing weaker, was this another one of his manipulation tactics that he used to make his trollops, feel sorry for him? I suppose so, but I'm not a trollop, I'm his friend and he wouldn't do that to me.
Quinn's POV: I could feel my heartbeat reverberating out of my chest. That boy could always find a way to make my carotid artery race, it startled me as his hands always seemed to know where to move and his eyes gazed upon me, but not with lust. Lust is only a fleeting attraction, it is temporary. It is probably what initially attracted me to Mark, curse him and his movie star good looks! With Logan it was always something deeper, sure he was naturally charismatic, he could make almost any girl practically swoon over him, and he'd flashed his daddy's credit card on numerous occasions, which made those stupid little trollops flock to him! But, I've never cared about just his finances, they were just gravy on top of a potato as far as I was concerned.
When I put gravy on top of Mark's potato, he refused to speak to me for two whole days, that was our first spat. And the first time I had ever witnessed him being so irate. All over a damn potato with a smidge of gravy! It was normal I concluded, couples fight its part of a healthy and balanced relationship. I had apologized for my indiscretion and we had simply moved on from it as if it had never taken place. In the second spat that occurred between us I offered him butter for his biscuit, to which he responded by swearing up and down at me that condiments had no indirect purpose? Whatever!
I needed someone brutally honest to confide in about this situation scrolling through my contact list, it landed on none other than Logan Reese. He picked up on the second ring listening thoughtfully, I had casually contemplated if he was going to give me some useful advice, my hopes were dashed as just moments later he verbally berated Mark calling him a loser and a dork, I could hear him cackling like a hyena in the background as I hung up the phone in frustration unamused by his childish antics.
I was abruptly shaken out of my reverie, as I felt Logan remove his finger from my lips, using it to trail gingerly and slowly down my arm, until he reached my hand, intertwining our fingers together capturing my gaze and observing my every movement as he lead us over towards this rock formation, just to talk. I took in our surroundings, I gently removed my hand from his, it felt icy cold without his warmth.
Logan's POV: I pulled Quinn into a secluded spot behind some bushes near this rock formation because I didn't want Delfiggs to interrupt our conversation. Not that I blame him entirely. I've been trying to show Quinn since the moment I met her that there's better options out there, than Mark Delfiggalo! We sat next to each other amongst the leaves, the wind rustling in the background. I gazed into her eyes before speaking in the most sincere tone I could muster. "I'm sorry Quinn, you may not believe me but, I really am, I haven't been a good friend towards you until recently." I paused briefly before continuing my statement. "I haven't given you the acknowledgement you deserved, and I've been a total douche canoe but I never stopped caring about you." I felt this warmness in her smile.
Maybe she was willing to forgive me and I still had an opportunity to make things right between us. I think I've started going soft. "On the contrary, I've never really hated, hated you Pensky."
She glanced at the leaves on the ground avoiding eye contact as a moment of silence passed between us, then another and another before she finally spoke alleviating my fears. "I suppose, I've never really hated you, hated you either as much as you presumed I did, Reese, even though your egotistical tendencies did perturb me occasionally." Wait this means she forgives me right? That everything that happened between us is in the past? Not wanting to spoil the moment, I quickly added to the conversation. "I didn't mean all that stuff you know about calling you a nerd, and a dork, and a- I hesitated for a moment. "Spaz and all I just wanted to get your attention."
She pondered thoughtfully for a moment absorbing everything I had just said. "So you vied for my affections by being impertinent?" I chuckled for a brief moment, what I lacked in my vocabulary skills. I more or less made up for in my charismatic charm. "Imperti who?" She rolled her eyes playfully before providing a comforting smile. "It means rude, you were saying you were rude to me on purpose because it made me pay attention to you, even if the reaction you received was unfavorable." I pondered this for a moment, reminiscing on my previous interactions towards her.
"Yeah, I guess so, look I don't expect you to forgive me but I- She placed her hand over top of my own hand. "Look, I can tell this is your third attempt at being sincere and this is something you don't do often so let's just cut ourselves some slack." She continued her statement with a warm smile, that made my heart flutter. "Whatever happened between us is in the past." She gently caressed my hand tracing small circular patterns in between my fingertips. "I care about you too Logan, I always have and I always will, no matter what."
I enveloped her into a warm embrace, I just wanted to prolong this moment between us as long as it was physically possible. My heart was palpitating wildly out of my chest, out of excitement, out of nervousness, out of the fact that I was finally going to confess my feelings towards a girl, and not just any girl but Quinn Pensky. I pulled her closer towards me inhaling the sweet aroma of her coconut perfume, which thankfully didn't make me feel woozy! As the last batch, she attempted to make made the gang and I go unconscious, that seems like such a long time ago now.
I pulled her in even closer, stroking her brunette curls through my fingertips as we gazed out into the rocky exterior surrounding us.
Quinn's POV: Logan enveloped me into a warm embrace, my heart was palpitating wildly. For in that moment I felt like the universe had given us an opportunity to become one celestial body. I felt so safe and content being held in his arms. Logan Reese was truly an enigma, contrary to popular belief he could be the sweetest person and so endearing. He could also be cocky, arrogant, and completely self absorbed. He reserved his sweet side for me. The more time I've spent with him the more I've realized how much of my muse he's been.
Quinn's Flashback POV: Mark didn't even bother congratulating me on getting early admission into college, even though I turned down the opportunity to do so to stay at PCA with all of my friends.
Once the rest of the gang left, Logan congratulated me separately saying he was so proud of all of my achievements, we almost hugged but Mark had to be a wazbag and ruin the moment between us!
Abruptly yanking me away from Logan, I groaned in frustration as we walked further away from him. "Why, did you do that?" I admonished throwing my hands upwards. Mark nonchalantly opened a box of Hot Tamales, popping one of the sweet yet spicy candies into his mouth, one after another. I smacked the box out of his hand as they toppled to the floor. "My tamales!" He exclaimed, scrambling to the floor to pick up piece after piece. I held up my fist, unamused at his childish antics. "Want, it to be your rocks next?"
He shrieked in horror, grasping onto my ankles. "No, not my rocks, you wouldn't dare!" I rolled my eyes in annoyance, helping him off the ground. "Leave, me alone next time I'm trying to have a moment with my friend, why is it always Logan you have issues with?" He shrugged nonchalantly munching on the rest of his floor candy.
End Of Quinn's POV
Logan's POV: Holding Quinn in my arms felt like everything I dreamed that it would be, it felt like an electrical current was running through my veins and my stomach was bubbling up like that candy Pop Rocks, first it tingles, then it fizzes and finally a feeling of euphoria washes over you as the candy dissolves. I've always been attracted towards Quinn, I've always loved her and I've always wanted her for myself. The nerd and the jock sounds so cliché like something out of a rom-com but Romeo did everything to be with Juliette and I would do anything to be with Quinn.
Even if that meant giving up my casual make out sessions with Mandy Franklin, Quinn would be worth it! I'd never kiss another girl again who wasn't Quinn, I decided I could make good on that promise as long as she'll have me as her boyfriend that is.
Mark's POV: I've always been envious of Reese, a barrage of women at his disposal, he was notorious for being known for never being seen with the same women twice, with the exception of Mandy Franklin and my girlfriend Quinn Pensky. Mandy was a bit lackadaisical in the romance department, the relationship between her and Reese was casual, meaningless and mindless fun I'd assume.
I've always had my suspicions about Reese and his motives towards Quinn. Especially when she was teaching pretty boy how to make free-throws and her hand lingered on his bicep a bit longer than it should have. I caught him glancing at her a few times in the lounge but didn't really notice anything wrong with it until she started glancing at him back. The worst encounter that happened between them was during Chase's surprise birthday party when I'd caught her dancing in between Lola and Logan. Her and pretty boy were getting a bit too cozy for my liking in that corner.
Reese, I had concluded had planned to steal her away from me all along, he had ulterior motives in being her friend. I zoomed in with the spare Quinnoculars towards my intended target: Reese, who was still embracing my girlfriend. She was reciprocating his advances as if she needed him like air to breathe. He, was actually in love with my girlfriend, just the mere notion of them together had me seeing red.
I was seething with anger. They finally stopped embracing and I ducked down lower to get a better positioning on my target, Reese was holding her waist and she was leaning her head across his shoulder.
Logan's POV: I began pacing back and forth in my mind, was this the moment to tell Quinn Pensky I've loved her? Should I confess my feelings towards her by kissing her and hope she reciprocates? I had played out so many scenarios, the last thing I wanted to do was lose her by telling her, but I think she feels the same. But, I decided if I didn't confess now I might not have the opportunity to do so later on.
"Quinn, I- I" began nervously, taking her hand into my own, gazing into her eyes. Curses Reese put some words together or you're going to look like a blubbering fool! She intertwined our fingers together, gazing deeply into my eyes. "Logan, you can tell me anything, you know that." I began stumbling over my words, talking a mile a minute making incoherent sentences, I didn't just like the girl I was in love with her, I fell harder than I ever intended for Quinn Maria Pensky. I released her hand reluctantly, reaching into my pocket pulling out a small golden trinket.
"It's a memory bracelet you know, of all the moments of our friendship so you won't forget me- I know it's stupid but- her eyes became misty as she opened the clasp to the bracelet sliding it onto her left wrist. "Logan, it's beautiful, all of our memories etched together into this piece of metal, no one has ever given me something with so much meaning, you really did all of this for me?" I nodded feeling like my throat was going to close up. She held up her bracelet, glistening into the sunlight. "I could kiss you."
I was completely mesmerized by Quinn's beauty, she wasn't the conventional trollop in a tank top, she was just Quinn, and just Quinn was so beautiful. The scenic views of the mountain cascading into hues of purples and pinks, the perfect backdrop. I gingerly caressed the side of her face, gazing directly into her eyes. Her lips began to quiver as my fingertips grazed over her cheekbones. Instinctively I reached over to cup her chin, slightly tilting her head forward as she gazed deeply into my eyes.
My self restraint was slowly declining, as much as I wanted to kiss Quinn, the circumstances were not ideal.
Quinn's POV: My breathing became shaky and uneven as I watched Logan gingerly graze the side of my face. My heart was pittering and pattering every beat exponentially louder than the rest.
My cardiovascular system was doing jumping jacks. I closed my eyes in anticipation while silently cursing my hormones for crudely betraying me! I couldn't even fathom how we ended up in this situation glancing over the most breathtaking sunset, the hues of the purples and pinks co-mingling together kind of like Logan and I. Two elements from the same periodic table we were never meant to be combined as one because the results could be catastrophic.
I leaned forward towards him as if I was being pulled by a magnetic force instinctively cupping his jawline, unable to break away from his smoldering gaze. I wanted to say something anything at all because we were about to blur the lines between us and explore uncharted territory, neither of us had dared to cross the line until now. There was only a few centimeters between us, I knew in my gut that the adventure we were about to embark on was so wide of the mark.
I had spent time carefully building up a tolerance against his potential attempts at flirting with me. Even if at times I had entertained the idea knowingly and flirted back with him. Our playful banter becoming more intimate, our conversations becoming more extensive. I began to feel like a hypocrite for chiding Mark for hanging out with Maria for initiating physical content between them.
When Logan and I were doing the exact same thing at a more profound level. I glanced over at Logan once more before attempting to close the gap between us, seeing nothing but pure love and adoration shining into his eyes. The rustling of leaves and twigs caused us to abruptly pause right in our tracks, peering right around the corner cautiously and intently as we discovered Mark approaching us with a grey boulder clutched tightly between his palms.
Logan's POV: Abruptly appearing from the shadows stopping Quinn and I right in her tracks, was her current boyfriend Mark who nonchalantly and stupidly was waving like an idiot towards Quinn. He ruined the best moment of my life potentially with her. "Dang, it Mark!" I admonished throwing my hands up in frustration! "Can't you just leave us alone for once for one second, sheesh!" Oblivious to my previous request he reached into his pocket, pulling out another simplistic grey stone.
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Um, baby, its just a regular stone, there's nothing particularly riveting about a plain stone." I glared at him, silently cursing his existence under my breath, trying to process the coping mechanisms I had learned previously in anger management class trying to control my outburst. My attempts were merely futile as I began yelling at him almost moments later.
"You interrupted a really pivotal moment, just to show us a stupid boulder!?" Mark rolled his eyes in annoyance. "It's not just a stupid boulder, it's a rock, perhaps I can discover it's markings and learn more about it's origins." I scoffed rolling my eyes towards him. "Ooh yeah!" I snatched the rock from his hand, tossing it way into the distance, thank god for football practice! "Perhaps, Quinn can perform an examination on your brain to see why you're such a buzzkill!"
He glared icily towards me as I scoffed towards him. "You tossed my rock, now I'll never be able to study it's origins and analyze it's distinct markings." I rolled my eyes as he scurried away off into the distance searching for his newest prized collectible. While Mr. Buzzkill decided to go look for his rock, lame!
I decided to seize the opportunity of the moment, casually strolling over towards her, flashing her my signature Reese smirk. "So, I'm a pretty good kisser, huh?" She rolled her eyes in disbelief, crossing her arms over her upper torso before speaking. "We all know that didn't happen!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes playfully towards her. "Whatever helps you sleep at night Quinn!" She began fidgeting with the bracelet on her wrist. "We almost kissed, almost, it was purely a moment of weakness, our judgements were clouded with emotional sentiments."
I took another step forward, casually swinging my arm over her shoulder. "Emotional sentitlements don't mean anything Quinn, you would have found a way to kiss me regardless, I'm irresistible, God's gift to all women, I mean just look at me!" She shrugged my shoulder away, casually taking a few steps back. "You know, boasting is frowned upon in many different religions and cultures!" I leaned in closer towards her as she continued to put distance in between us. "It's not boasting if its true!" She casually tossed her hands up in the air out of frustration. "You'll never learn!"
I casually took a few steps backwards maintaining the distance between us, before she resumed speaking. "What happened was a fluke, an anomaly, a mistake or simply put in layman's terms a no no, you have your trollops in tank tops and I have Mark, this cannot happen again!" I shrugged casually towards her while taking a few steps forward. "But, that doesn't mean you don't want it to happen again? I implied as more of a statement than a question.
She gazed directly into my eyes with the utmost sincerity. "No, this cannot happen again, whatever is going on, lets just pretend it never happened and carry on going back to sort of hating each other like we used to." Of course she was only kidding, who can resist the Loganator! I gazed back into her eyes, a playful glint forming. "But, you said you never hated me Quinn, or did you convectionally forget that conversation?"
She rolled her eyes in annoyance, obviously perturbed by my grammar skills. "It's conveniently!" She paused for a moment before she resumed speaking. "And no I didn't forget, I just, oh never mind." I leaned back in casually over her shoulder. "You wanted to kiss me, didn't you Quinn?" She hesitated for a moment her lip quivering in anticipation before choking out. "It's wrong to Mark!" I gazed longingly into her eyes. "Look at me Quinn, your avoiding my question."
It was only a matter of time before she finally relented, gazing back into my eyes, she couldn't resist me, I was her kryptonite. "What part of we can't do that again, don't you understand Logan? Don't make this any harder than it needs to be!" I flashed her my signature Reese smirk, playfully grinning. "That wasn't a no!"
She groaned in frustration, pushing up her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. "You have no conscience!" Trying and failing to remember my deep breathing exercises from anger management classes, I began angrily shouting. "Stop it, that's supposed to be a secret, I don't want anyone to know, I'm a secret nerd!" She matched my energy picking up the same tone, as she angrily glared daggers towards me. "It means you don't use your hypothalamus!" And what in the world is that supposed to mean?
I simply shrugged towards her, while carefully applying the techniques I learned for conflict resolution. "Huh?" She thwacked me in the middle of my forehead using light pressure. "Your brain!"
I nodded following it up with my casual Reese smirk, I knew that already! "Oh." It took a minute for it to all sink in before I realized what she was implying. "Hey, you just called me stupid!"
She seemed casually annoyed with me as she scrunched up her nose, before briefly glancing up towards me retorting. "I didn't call you stupid, I said you don't think about the consequences of your actions, there's a difference." "And you do?" I casually implied. She gazed directly into my eyes before making her stance clear on the subject matter at hand. "Absolutely!" I stifled a yawn, trying to be a bit more considerate before muttering out. "Lame!"
She groaned in frustration, presumably at the situation that was occurring between us. "You'll never learn!" I casually folded my arms across my upper torso. "I know plenty, I'm the makeout king!"
She hesitantly stomped across my toes, using her boot for traction. "You're also shallow, self absorbed and can be a real jerk, see why it wouldn't make sense I mean, me and you? You have no remorse for your interactions no matter whom or what they end up hurting!" I paused for a brief moment considering what to say before she resumed speaking. "You have so much more potential to be someone amazing, you've been blessed with talent beyond belief, your smart when you want to use your hypothalamus, your funny and you can be very sweet."
I pondered for a moment, stroking my chin like one of those great philosophers or my favorite emoji the Hm emoji. "Those were all compliments right?" She removed her glasses setting them ontop of her head like a pair of sunglasses. "I guess, in a roundabout way they were." I nodded, propping myself up against a rock. "Cool!" She rolled her eyes in disbelief again, out of sheer annoyance. "See that's another reason why this thing wouldn't work, you can't even begin to comprehend when I'm insulting you and when I'm trying to be thoughtful."
I pondered for another moment my face, contorting into confusion. "I only, understood two of those words." She pushed her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose before gazing directly into my eyes.
"Do you believe in fate?" Hmm, I don't think I've quite gotten to that word yet, think Logan think, say something smart! "Isn't like a religion?" I pondered making it sound more like a statement than a question. She seemed absolutely gabberflasted by my response, maybe I had gotten that one right! No, well I mean technically it can be part of a religion and a persons spiritual beliefs, so you're not entirely wrong." Score 1 for the Loganator!
Quinn gently placed her hand overtop of my own, now we were getting somewhere before retorting. "But, fate is when you trust in something or someone, and they determine what's right for you, and help you achieve your goals." I casually scoffed intertwining our fingers together, as they were always meant to be. "So, is fate telling you that we should kiss?"
She glared daggers towards me before releasing my hand. "You're relentless!" I flashed her one of my casual Reese smirks. "That wasn't a no!"
Her face was turning red as a cherry tomato so hot! She's clearly getting flustered, and a flustered Quinn is so hot. "You're impossible!" I casually looped my arm around hers. "No, I'm Quinnpossible!"
She didn't break contact but remained stoic and uncaring, kind of like Mark the rock boy, yikes should I be worried? "You're insane!" she finally retorted, before I casually replied. "No, I'm Quinnsane"
And it was in that moment, I realized what I needed to do to reassure her that I was in this for the long haul, it was time to call off the trollops in tank tops, even though they were really hot, my heart wasn't invested in them, how could we ever have our own world, if I couldn't make her the center focus of my universe? I casually glanced up at the women of my dreams, resuming full eye contact.
"One day you're going to realize that you want me, so no more mind games, I can be commuted, and if you want to wait then I can respect that, but I'm not going to pretend that it didn't happen, because it totally did! In the meantime I guess I'll be reading more of the dictionary so I can pick up on your lingo! This was a productive conversation Pensky!"
Quinn appeared completely gabberflasted by my statement as if she discovered a new lifeform or an undiscovered alien species, and abruptly snatched her arm out of my grasp. "What was productive about any of this conversation?" I mustered enough courage to finally give her the utmost sincerity that I had, speaking directly from the heart, bended down on one knee. "The fact that you know that I'm not giving up, I'm done, I mean with my old ways, you're looking at a new and improved version of the Loganator."
She scoffed as if she was in complete disbelief casually shoving my shoulder. "You, expect me to believe you'd give up your trollops?"
I carefully propped myself back up off the ground to sit next to her on a rock, before gazing directly into her eyes. "In tank tops and yes!" She casually rolled her eyes once more, perturbed at my statement.
"Let me know, when you're interested in locating the Mars Rover!"
I furrowed my eyebrow's in contemplation, trying to think what in the world a dog would be doing landing on Mars, isn't Rover the name of a dog? "The who de, what, what?"
She took my hands into her own carefully helping me up, before swinging her knapsack over her shoulder. "Exactly! Good Night Logan!"