I took a sip of my soda as Logan bit into his hamburger. He kept offering to buy me food, but I rejected it every time.
"How are you feeling?" I asked him.
He looked at me. "Really good, actually."
I smiled. "Good."
"You have a terrible fake smile."
I was surprised he called my smile fake when I meant it.
Reading my mind, he said "It was genuine, but you're not really happy. Why aren't you happy anymore?"
I looked down. "If you watched your mom die in your arms, you'd never be happy either."
"I understand that's traumatizing but your mom wouldn't want you to live in depression constantly." He said as he stuck a few fries into his mouth.
"When she died, no one was really there for me. All my friends shut me out. I didn't have a place to live so I snuck into my 'best friend's' place to spend the night. Her mom caught me and called the cops. THEY called CPS. You can't trust people, man. No one is ever there for you. And they never will be."
I felt his hand over mine. "I'm sorry."
"Don't give me a pity party." I spat at him. Looking at his face, I saw the marks from his earlier encounter with the guy who was cheating with his girlfriend and also who kissed me. "I'm sorry." I said with a lighter tone and softened eyes.
He cleared his throat and said "It's no problem." He got up with his trash and threw it all away.
A tear slipped out of my eyes from when I talked about my mom. I didn't like to think about it. Ever. I quickly wiped my face and stood up to meet Logan at the door.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he walked me to the car and opened my door.
I got in and just started crying.
When he sat down he did a double take to see if I was really crying. He pulled me close to him and gave me a hug. "What's wrong?"
"I don't like trusting people... They all just... Leave me..." I cried.
He held me in his arms. "I'm not gonna leave you." He whispered.
"I miss my mom. I want her back."
"You've got me for now. I'm sorry. I'm the best you've got."
I laughed a little through my tears.
"I'll be your best friend now. You can tell me all your problems. I'll be your, uh... Substitute 'your mom.'"
I laughed and pulled away from his arms. "You're calling yourself a mom?"
He looked me in the eyes and laughed too. "I'll be whatever you want me to be."
"I want you to pretend you've never see this. You've never seen me cry. Cross your heart! Cross it!"
He crossed his heart. "I promise."
I wiped away the remaining tears and smiled. "Good. Now let's go back to school."
He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "What's your favorite color?" He suddenly asked me.
I pointed to my lips, red from my lipstick. "Red. Yours?"
"Red, too." He smiled.
I smiled and hummed a song as he drove back to school.
"How's your first day of school?"
"Hmm... Well... You've caused a lot of drama... And you're hurt... So not exactly the best, but it's definitely not the worst day of my life. How about yours?"
"Well you got into some serious stuff at the beginning, I found out my girlfriend is cheating on me, and I got into a fight... So terrible. But I enjoyed lunch with you."
He pulled into the parking lot, parked the car, and got out, opening the door for me. He walked me to my class and told me jokes about the kids we passed in the hallways. When we reached my class, he gave me a hug. "Have a good class." Then he gave me a quick peck on the lips and walked away.
I held my hand over my lips as I walked into class. Through out the whole period I wondered if he had meant to do that. And more importantly, WHY he did that. Would he be waiting for me after this class too?