Logan is delayed

As soon as Logan heard the bell he sprung up from his desk, picking up the failed math quiz from his desk and stuffing it haphazardly into his bag. The only thought on his mind was his girlfriend waiting for him in her car.

“Mr. Barre.”

If anything could’ve stopped Logan, it was Mrs. Harper’s voice. Mrs. Harper was one of the strictest teachers at Falstaff. Even if the boys who passed her in the halls liked her, the kids in her calculus classes couldn’t stand her. She was a drill sergeant and Logan was Private Pyle. He was a few wrong answers away from failing her class, and she wasn’t fond of it. Logan let his classmates walk around him as he silently prayed that the lecture would be quick. Only when they were alone did he turn to face her. It certainly didn’t help his concentration that Mrs. Harper was much younger and prettier than his other teachers.

“Logan, I’ve done the numbers. If you don’t pass the test next week there's no way you can eke by with anything more than a D.” Logan’s eyes widened, he opened his mouth but Mrs. Harper just raised her hand. He stayed quiet and listened. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t take initiative, so I signed you up for the tutoring program.” Mrs. Harper took a step closer. The click of her heels didn’t help to ease his anticipation, and her soft tone made it difficult for him to focus on her words. “I know you can do this, Logan. You need to put in the work. I recommend you meet with your tutor very soon. Tonight, even.”

Logan couldn’t do anything but nod. Mrs. Harper gave him a final apologetic look. “Ok. You’re excused.”

It took all of Logan’s control not to sprint out of the door.

Breanna walked briskly to the school parking lot. She figured Trey had just gotten out of gym class and was waiting for her in his truck. No sooner had she walked out the door and felt the fresh air hit her skin did something else hit her. Well, someone else. A scruffy-looking boy with shoulder length brown hair on the way to the parking lot himself bounced into her side, nearly taking her down. She would’ve fallen if the boy hadn’t reflexively steadied himself against her, his strong hands gripping her by the waist. With the anticipation of her rendezvous with Trey, the sensation did a number on Breanna. Her cheeks and chest flushed and she gasped, the feel of the boy’s touch like fire on her abdomen. when he realized what he’d done, the boy moved his hands as if he had just touched a hot stove.

“Shit! Sorry!” Logan said. He stopped to catch his breath and scanned the parking lot for Gia’s car.

“It’s ok. I was going pretty fast too.” Breanna tried to shake the feeling of the boy’s hands still on her waist. Something about him seemed familiar. Sure, she had gone to school with him for four years now but, for whatever reason, she felt as if she’d thought about him very recently. He was taking a step away when she finally figured why. “You’re Logan Barre, right?”

Logan was seconds away from sprinting, but quickly turned around as the blonde continued their conversation. He didn’t want to be rude, but all he could think was how pissed Gia would be if he didn’t get to her soon.

“Yeah. Sorry again.”

“No worries. I’m Breanna Diehls —“

“I know who you are. I’m sorry I’m kind of in a hurry —“

“Sorry, I mean, I’m your math tutor.”

Logan cursed in his head. The sooner this conversation ended the better. He felt himself switch into auto-pilot

“Oh. Uh, yeah.”

“Would you want to schedule a time to meet up and…”

Logan was already walking backwards towards Gia’s car as he blurted out the first thing that came to mind: what Mrs. Harper had told him.

“What about tonight?”

Breanna was shocked by Logan’s urgency, but guessed it was good that he was so eager.

“Oh, uh, sure! That works.”

“Cool. I live at 301 Page street. Come over whenever!”

He was gone before she could respond.

Breanna looked around and saw Trey’s truck start up. She made her way there as she watched Logan jog to the far edge of the lot.

Logan wasn’t entirely sure what he had just agreed to but he couldn’t afford to think about it now. There wasn’t enough blood in his brain for complex thought. As he approached his girlfriend’s car he became confused to see that she wasn’t in the driver’s seat. He figured she would be waiting for him with the car in gear for him to show up. But then he found her in the back seat.