I got out of my seat to leave Mr. Harrison's class when he stopped me. Everyone was already outside, so it was just him and me. "Stop smoking."
I looked at him, surprised.
"I've done all of this stuff before, Madison. It doesn't look good. I'm just telling you to stop. You may leave."
I looked at him for a few more seconds and walked outside.
Waiting for me outside was Logan. I tried to walk past him to where it seemed my class was. His long strides matched my small steps. "Do you like Mr. Harrison? He's my favorite."
"Yeah... He was good." I said quietly.
He moved so he was walking backwards, facing me. He smiled a smile of victory. "You know, you're really pretty when you talk... And smile."
I blushed and tried not to smile, but failed miserably.
"And when you blush, too." He said with a cheeky smile as he even started to blush.
I turned to the class number that seemed to match my next class. "You have a girlfriend. Stop flirting."
Logan walked into the class and said "I'm just being friendly." He sat down at a desk.
I looked at him confused.
He motioned for me to keep walking.
I walked up to the teacher and she turned to face me. "How can I help you?" She asked me.
I didn't plan on saying anything until Logan spoke for me. "She's new."
"Oh, I see. Sit next to Logan then." She said before turning to the bored and continued writing the plan for today.
"Excuse me ma'am, but I'd rather not. Is there anywhere else I can sit?"
She didn't even bother to look at me. "No. It's the only seat open. Have a seat."
I sighed and walked to the desk on the side of Logan's.
"You might want to sit on the other side. My girlfriend sits there."
I stared at him and sat there anyways.
A few seconds later a preppy girl stopped in front of my desk. "Excuse me? That's my seat." She said sweetly.
I didn't say anything.
"Uh... Logan. I know she's your new friend and all and she has a terrible life but this is MY seat."
"Just don't mess with her, baby. Sit over here." He hit the desk on the other side of him.
She glared at me. "Pick her side then." She walked to the other desk.
"Bite me." I mumbled under my breath.
She slammed all her stuff on the desk and sat down as the bell rung.
* * *
The bell rung as Mrs. Miller told us the homework. Logan walked us, his girlfriend and me, outside. Right away she said "I need to go to the bathroom" and left us.
We walked the opposite way of her. Logan tried starting a small conversation that instantly failed. As we were almost to my next class, he saw his girlfriend again. He was about to yell to her to come over and join us when she walked up to another guy and started making out with him.
Logan stopped walking and stared at her. He looked like he was about to break down.