Yeah, I'm A Maslow. So?

"Um....I'm Busy!"

"You could be," she answered.

"Hah!" i retorted. "As if!"

"Please?" she asked,

"You're not even staying for dinner."

"What are you talking about? Of course, I am!"

"You asked your mum?"

"I texted her."

I shook my head, disapprovingly.

"You should give her a call, you know," I told her. "She might be worried."

"Fine," she grumbled.

She left the kitchen to make the call.

When she did, I can't help but look at the guys and saw them talking and just chilling with each other. My eyes landed on Logan. I can't help but wonder what he's talking about and possibly what he's possibly thinking.

He suddenly turned and caught me staring at him. He flashed me a grin which made me blush.

I quickly turned and continued cooking.

What an emberassment! I just got caught staring! He must have thought I'm a creep for staring. Well, if he thinks that, then he's a creep for kissing me!

Oh God! What am I thinking?

I have to keep my distances from him.

Monday

I came home from school, tired. I got scolded by Miss Wilson for forgetting her damned assignment. 

 The house was empty when I arrived. I plopped my bag on the couch and went in to the kitchen to look for some snacks.

"Hey, didn't realised you were home."

I froze and turned around slowly.

"Hehe...yeah," I said, nervously.

"I ordered pizza," Logan told me. "You want some?"

It was a tempting offer but the thought of being alone with him even for a moment freaks me out a bit.

"Nah, I got some works I have to do and some of them are due tomorrow," I told him, slowly walking towards the stairs.

"Really?" he asked, not really believing me.

"Yeah. you know how school is. You were in it," by then, I was already at the stairs. "So bye!"

I was about to dash upstairs when I heard him calling my name. When I was at the top, I finally turned to him.

"Don't you need your bag and all the school stuff in it?" Logan asked, holding out my bag.

I went down a couple steps and quickly snatch my bag and ran to my room, shutting the door.

That was close!

Tuesday

What to do, what to do? I looked at all the homework I had to do. My books and papers were all over the dining table and most of them weren't even touched yet. There should be a limit of how much homework the school can give us per day.

  "Need help?"

  I looked up to see Logan taking a seat across me. He took a paper and started reading it.

  I began to get nervous. What is he doing here?!! The guys are supposed to go to some interview tonight. So, what are you doing here?!!

  "Oh, they only needed James and Carlos," he suddenly said.