Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 7

"What happened to your face?" He asks bluntly.

        Some giggles are heard, traveling around the classroom at his question. I'm quick to pull my hair forward and stare back at him.

"N-Nothing."I stammer."Pl-please,I need my book back." I hold my hands out, waiting for him to hand over the heavy book but he instead takes the book, sets it down on his desk far away on the left side. Just as he opens his mouth to say something he gets interrupted.

"Logan!" A feminine voice calls out. Logan turns his head,his attention no longer on me.

        I take the small moment to turn around in my seat and grab my book,carefully placing it as far away from Logan on my desk. I press my lips together as I glance back when I hear a squeaky laugh. It was Lacey. She sits with her legs crossed, one over the other, leaning in with her arms crossed underneath her breast, showing off her assets in the crop top she was wearing. Her long black hair was straightened to perfection, her face was quite pretty, and overall she looked like a model. Too bad her personality was the worst.

        She was the most stuck up person ever. Currently, she was staring at Logan like she wanted to rip his clothes off. Her arms become un crossed and she begins to run her hands up and down Logan's arms. She stares at him, batting her eyelashes and even pouting sometimes up until she looks over at me. In a panic to act as if I'm not staring I whip back around in my seat. A sharp pain travels through my body and I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out.

        I sit there for a couple of minutes, looking up and checking the clock above the board.

        1:53

       Sighing, I get back to work, jotting down answers on my worksheet, ignoring all the conversations going on around me. 2:00 could not get here faster. 

        When the bell finally rings, signaling the end of seventh period, students rush to get out of the classroom, myself included.  Hurrying out of the room , my book and my folder held in my arms, I begin to make my way towards my last class of the day. Walking fast, I lose my footing, causing me to drop my book and my folder. Papers fall out from the folder, dropping everywhere across the floor as people carelessly walk right on top of them. I close my eyes for a second. taking a deep breath before I slowly bend down to pick up my things.

        After I've collected what I can and stand up, I decide to make the smarter decision and stuff everything into my bag. It takes me a minute, shoving things around to make space for the larger book and when I'm done, I look up to find the hallway almost empty. There are a few people standing up at their lockers, rummaging around and hurrying to their classes.

        I look down as I walk past them. Halfway up the staircase, my legs cry out in pain. My grip on the railing tightens as one of my legs catches a cramp. I hiss in agony when I try to continue walking anyways. I'm forced to sit down on the dirty steps and wait it out. The late bell rings but it doesn't matter. There's no way I'm going to last period now.

        Every now and then for the past twenty minutes I give my leg a small shake but pain shoots through and I give up and go back to fumbling with my fingers. A sharp gasp escapes my mouth when someone touches my shoulder.

"You don't seem like the type to skip class." Logan declares, letting out a low breath as he bends down to sit down next to me. Guess I was too distracted to notice his footsteps.

        I remain quiet, silently freaking out at the fact that he's sitting next to me.

"Why are you here?" I blurt out.