"He'll probably be torturing squirrels the whole time" Tiffany laughs, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Or plotting to sacrifice a deer to Satan" Khloe sneers.
They clearly don't feel an ounce of guilt as they joke freely about the school loner. Everyone does.
I force myself to laugh along with them, not wanting them to think I sympathize with Logan.
I glance across the courtyard to where he sits everyday. Today he's reading To Kill A Mockingbird. His eyes never look up, even when he's surrounded by the whispers.
"Figures he's reading that book. He's exactly like Boo Radley" I force out.
"Ummm nerd much, you've read that book?" Tiffany scoffs, looking at me disapprovingly.
"We've all read it. It was assigned English freshman year" I reply, blushing slightly
Both Khloe and Tiffany look like I've grown alother head. Of course they don't remember, they were too busy hooking up with guys to remember something that was assigned three years ago.
I shrug find myself looking across the courtyard. Logan Greenwood, more commonly known as the Kingston Prep loner, sits by himself. Even in elementary school he was alone. While most kids were making friends and playing at recess, he content with isolating himself. I've only even spoken a few words to him despite practically growing up with him. He was an outcast, which made him an easy target.
I remember the first time Logan was singled out. A couple of boys from our second grade class approached him at lunch. They teased him about growing up without a family. About being an orphan like it was his fault.
"I bet your parents knew what a pathetic freak you'd be and dumped you!" they'd yell.
Eventually the teasing turned to shoving. But never once did he fight back. I never so much as saw him flinch. He just took whatever hell people decided to inflict on him. He never broke.
Despite being the tallest in the class, he was still a punching bag. It didn't matter to his tormentors. He was a nobody in their eyes.
My eyes run over him slightly. His brown hair a little on the long side, hiding the green eyes I know he has. His frame tall and awkward, like he can't fit in anywhere. He always wears baggy ill fitting clothes, despite our school having a strict uniform policy. He always has on a hoodie, like a protective shield from the world.
His eyes, a vivid green. Something so unique, it'd always caught my attention. They held so many secrets, dark ones. I knew his life growing up wasn't easy, he was an orphan with no home, on a scholarship unlike the rest of the rich kid population. He was the polar opposite of everyone around him.
Yet, I felt strangely drawn to him. Not that I'd ever admit that to anyone. I had to force myself not to acknowledge it myself.
"Whatever, as long as he's smart enough to stay away from everyone on the trip" Tiffany says, turning back to us.
The senior camping trip was coming up. A tradition for the graduating class every year. If you can even call it camping. This trip was basically the rich person's equivalent of camping. Luxury cabins, a spa, lodge, and five star service.
I was accustomed to the real camping trips my father used to take my sisters and I on every summer growing up. The real wilderness experience, tents, hiking, fishing. We haven't gone in years, it's like that tradition died along with him.
"So you gonna find sometime to finally fuck Chad, He's been panting after your ass all year Liv" Khloe nudges me.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Puberty hit me hard sophomore year. Suddenly I wasn't rail thin with no boobs or ass. Over night my figure curved out and along came the Coke bottle figure I've been sporting since then. All of a sudden guys wanted a piece of me.
I have the figure of a Instagram model but I have the innocence of a nun. But people didn't know that, since Trevor Woods claimed he fucked me behind the bleachers sophomore year. After that guys were bragging left and right that they'd had me. No one even batted an eye when I tried to set the record straight.
My faux experience and good looks catapulted me into the popular crowd. And here I am, friends with the two most relevant and popular girls at Prep, Khloe and Tiffany.
Maybe I'm an idiot surrounding myself with the type of girls who gossip about everyone including each other, but highschool is hard. I'd rather be part of the snob crowd than be alone like well, Logan...
My eyes wander to him even now, my pull to him beyond confusing. But it's not like I'll ever get the opportunity to explore it.
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Waking up at the crack of dawn was something I was used to when it came to camping. My dad would wake me and my sisters up around 3 in the morning to head out. We'd all pile into the Jeep my father rarely used and drive into the mountains. There was something so special about being up when the rest of the world was still asleep, it was like the world was ours.
Except there wasn't an old dusty Jeep waiting for me. Two big luxury buses were parked in the school parking lot, two drivers loading all the luggage into the compartment under the bus.
I roll my suitcase, a modest blue case far cheaper and less extravagant than the Louis Vuitton and Supreme cases everyone own. I got in line to load my luggage and take a moment to look around. Everyone is dressed in outfits more suited for a weekend in a five star resort. I don't think they all realize we'll be surrounded by snow. I on the other hand, have everything I need to stay warm.
A figure at the corner of my eye catches my attention. I look over and find myself staring into Logan's eyes. My breath catches when we make contact. Green eyes immediately pull me in and I'm drowning. Everything around me becomes mere background noise, blurring anything and everything.
He watches me openly. I've never made complete eye contact with him before. If I did catch his eye, we'd both spare a glance then look away. This is totally different. It's unexpected and unexplainably intense.
I vaguely hear someone say my name in the background. But I can't pull myself away from this moment happening between us.
"Hey dummy!" I'm suddenly nudged, bringing me out of my haze.
I see an unreadable expression cross Logan's face before I turn around. Strange.
"Didn't you hear me calling you? What the fuck were you looking at?" Khloe snaps her fingers in front of my face.
"What? Nothing!" I say far too hastily to be believed.
Khloe looks suspicious, looking me over slowly. I bite my lip, hoping I don't draw more attention.
She looks behind me and smilies slyly, "Oh now I get it. You were scoping out Chad, you little slut."
I follow her eyes and my stomach knots. Chad stands with a two of his boys, openly challenging Logan. Chad pokes Logan's chest, getting in his face. But Logan looks back at him, void of emotion. One of Chad's friends, slaps Logan upside the head.
I feel protest rise up in my stomach. It's cruel the way they poke at him. Logan does nothing in retaliation, he just stands there enduring it. It only encourages them to continue the torment.
Before I even know it I'm calling out, "Chad!"
All three boys stop and turn to look at me. I plaster a fuxe sugary smile on my face. Cockiness lights up Chad's eyes. But it's Logan I'm actually looking at, again our eye meet. I swear I see a trace of emotion in his green eyes.
"Babe, I've been looking for you" Chad drawls, obviously lying.
He begins to walk towards me. His friends giving Logan one last shove before following. Logan gives a visible flinch, the first emotion I've actually seen from him. But it's not a flinch from the shove, it's when Chad calls me 'babe.'
Chad reaches me and wraps his arms around my waist. He leans in like he's going to kiss me and I quickly turn my head so he gets my cheek. He doesn't seem to care because he picks me up, much to my discomfort and spins me around. He sets me down and his strong cologne clogs my nose making me want to gag.
"You look hot babe" He smirks, looking at my body hungrily.
When Logan looked at me, it gave me butterflies. When Chad openly eyes me, it makes me sick to my stomach.
Chad pulls me closer and whispers in my ear, "I can't wait to finally get you alone and naked."
I want to throw up, his confession making me feel uncomfortable. He obviously thinks he has it made when it comes to me. His hand trails to my hips and I try to wiggle away. But Chad mistakes my wiggle for lust.
"Don't worry baby. You'll get my cock soon enough."
"Oh my god you guys are too cute" Khloe squeals, saving me from saying in responce.
Chad gives her a cocky smirk, still holding my hips.
I glance over his shoulder but Logan is gone. Disappointment prickles my body and I look back to Khloe.
This is going to be a long trip.