2 Chapter 2

"Did I mention that I hate sports?" I looked over at Beren and waited patiently for an answer.

At the moment, she was occupied with her shoelaces, so I kept peeking around the field and spotted my two enemies: Megan and Logan. They were still beaming at each other.

The oh so charming couple and everybody's favourite people, well, except mine of course.

"Yeah, but only like a billion times, so you can say it again." Beren was now ready to walk alongside me and we made our way over to our group. In the middle stood our teacher Mister Meyer.

He was an older guy with a beard and did not exactly have the figure of a typical sports teacher, but who was I to judge? I couldn't even throw a ball properly.

"I hate sports," I whispered in Beren's direction and saw Kyle, who was talking to none other than Logan.

Except from sports, I hated even more what I had to witness. Kyle seemed not only to be friendly with Logan, he also seemed to enjoy their conversation.

Life was bugging me today – big time. First the article, now my best friend talking to my enemy. It couldn't get worse. To make sure of that I touched wood – as in my head - just to be save.

"So, Ladies and Gentlemen, lets run around the field." Mister Meyers voice was like a background sound to me; I didn't quite register what he had said.

But when everyone else started running in the same direction, I did it too. But in my lazy kind of way.

I was at the very back of the group, also to make sure to not come in contact with a certain person, when I realised that Mister Meyer was now jogging next to me.

"Can't you run a little faster, Miss…?"

"My name is Miss Bloomfield, I`ve been in your class…" I coughed, "for three years now! How come you don't know my name?"

I started sweating and I absolutely hated it. I was a mind person, not a body person.

"Oh yes, Miss Bloomfield, how could I forget? So why don't you run faster?" He was already annoying me.

"I'm sorry Sir, I really can't. I just…I fell off a 20ft ladder." I wasn't even lying.

Mister Meyer looked at me, worry on his face: "Oh my! Are you ok?"

"Yes," I assured him, "luckily, I was only on the first step when it happened."

And all the worry he had for me was gone and replaced by annoyance. The older man was frustrated. At least he felt the same way about me as I did about him – that was good, right?

I found out it wasn't. Because after my smart response I had to run as fast, jump as high and play as good as everybody else, while Mister Meyer was watching my every move.

So when everything was done and over with, I felt exhausted and tired – and for the record, I hated sport even more than before.

I left the locker room half an hour later. I was ready to go home and read one of my precious books to make my day a little better when a bus hit me.

Ok, it wasn't really a bus like in Mean Girls, but it was still something that made me lose my balance.

Or rather someone that made me lose my balance - Logan.

"Hey Squirrel," he called me by my old nick name, but I ignored him and went straight for the parking lot to reach my car before he could catch up to me.

But luck wasn't on my side – he was a football player and I was a nerdy book worm. He had reached me with just a few steps and walked alongside me.

Did I accidently kill someone or why was karma such a bitch today?

"What do you want, Hawn?! Where is your Barbie girlfriend?" I wouldn't try to be nice. He never treated me nice either. Not since we broke up. He made me feel like dirt on his shoe. He never said something when people started to harass me.

"She has to study for a test." He was too close for my liking. I could see the colour of his beautiful eyes and his charming smile. Two of the reasons why I fell in love with him.

God dammit Maisie, you hate that guy! You have to hate his good looks too!

I didn't want to be alone with Logan. Since our breakup…everything was so different.

At least I felt different.

Where was Beren when I needed her? Or Kyle? They were my best friends! Couldn't they smell that I was in trouble?!

"I wanted to talk to you about something," Logan said and looked at me while I looked at the street to avoid his eyes. His really beautiful green eyes that I fell for a long time ago.

I made an abrupt stop and crossed my arms over my chest, at least no one else was at the parking lot: "And what would that be?"

"I heard from Kyle that you need to write an article about me."

"So…? I will just write about everything I know already, ok? We don't have to come across each other for that."

Why wouldn't my heart beat slow down?

But I would never admit that out loud, Logan didn't need to know that. Nobody did. I should have been over him by now, we were broken up for almost a year.

And still…when I looked at him now, with his styled brown hair and the cool jeans, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how good he looked. And how handsome that stupid grin on his face was.

"I offer my services. I mean - if you need me for research or just talking…I'm here."

He had said something like that before, when we were still together, but back then it had a different meaning.

He also said that he would always choose us. And now everything had changed.

His words had an effect on me. One that I did not like and Logan knew it. Argh, he frustrated me so much!

He came a step closer and raised his hand to touch my cheek, but decided against it the last second. Like an invisible force had stopped him from crossing that line.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I scrunched up my nose. "I rather work on my own. And I mean, if I have to ask you about something, it will be totally professional, so you will have plenty of time to lock lips with Barbie."

I only said that because I knew it would annoy him.

"You're no longer the Maisie I knew." That stung. He knew me better than anyone else. But I wouldn't cry in front of him, I was so done doing that. I did not want to be weak anymore.

"And you're no longer the boy of my dreams. No need to state the obvious." I didn't want to be mean, these things just slipped out of my mouth. Maybe because I tried to hide my real feelings for him.

"So why did you dye your hair blue at the tips?" He asked me out of context and for a moment I was perplexed. He still could make faster transitions than anybody else I had ever met.

That was another reason why I fell for him – he was spontaneous, quick in thinking and could even translate when I gushed over characters in a book that I liked.

"Why does it concern you?" Why couldn't he just go back to Megan and leave me in peace?!

He did not talk to me in weeks, so why now? He couldn't seriously be interested in my article? I knew him better than that, there was another reason for talking to me.

I just had to find out what it was. And let me tell you, I was a good detective.

"I always said it would look good on you." Logan grinned. "You still listen to me, huh?"

"Oh shut up, will you? I did that... because- because they went out of red."

Really Masie? That was the one thing you could come up with? They went out of red?

"Of course. And why are you blushing? Do I make you nervous?" He just wouldn't stop it. He was always such a tease.

I held on tight to my bag and stared at him as blankly as I could, while he came closer to me: "No, you make me angry because you're wasting not only my precious time, but my oxygen. So please go back to your little Barbie friend and let me live in peace."

"Always so polite! You even said please!" I did not like his humour.

I bit on my lip and looked into his green eyes, for a moment I forgot about the last year.

My body craved for him, for his mind and his touch. He was the only person who could make me feel whole.

Before he came into my life, I never understood the concept of love and how it inspired so many novels, but when I met him – it was as clear as the sun.

"I am a polite person, in contrast to you. You are a conceitful, hoity-toity jock."

I glared at him with the best stare I could master, I imagined to be pretty good at it, until Logan couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing out loud, like the mean prick he was.

"Hoity-toity?" He couldn't catch his breath. "You`re something else, squirrel."

And I felt it again. This…feeling. That undying wish for everything to go back to how it was, when my world was still okay. When Logan's and my world where still the same one. When we shared everything together.

Before had the chance to answer, somebody called his name from behind. When I took a look it was none other than Megan's best friend, Andrea. I think Logan and her had something going on before he started dating Megan, but I wasn't sure.

There were so many rumours flying around at school that nobody could separate a lie and the truth. And I think nobody wanted to.

"Oh look," I said with an annoyed tone in my voice, "there is your fan club. I'm sure they missed you. So leave me alone and annoy them with your company."

Logan did not take his eyes off me, when he waved at Andrea and told her to wait.

"Maisie," my name still sounded the same off his lips and made my knees weak, "I really want to help you with your article. I know that you love good research, and we both know that you need me for that. In exchange, you could help me with something."

Ha! That was it! I knew he wanted something! Logan was still the same.

"And with what exactly?" I had no idea where this was going, but I was sure that I wasn't going to like it one bit. I didn't want anything to do with him.

"I`ll tell you some other time," he told me and grabbed his bag that he had thrown on the ground before, "by the way, your hair suits you. It looks cool."

I couldn't come up with a good answer, so I just turned on my heel and stomped over to my old, red car called Old Tomato. Yes, you heard it right.

You sure want to know why I named it like that? I actually didn't, Logan came up with the name.

And even if he didn't stick around any longer, the name did. I never changed it.