It was just to make your boyfriend, Barron mad. Ex-Boyfriend. Logan had always thought you were too nice to be dating him, after you saw Barron and Logan's fist-fighting behind the arcade you'd finally broken up with him. Logan had just been trying to thank you for shouting at Barron, but you'd mentioned wanting to get back at Barron for manipulating you. Logan agreed to fake date you. "He's looking."

Logan took a deep breath and wiped his sweaty hand off on his pants, reaching out to grab your hand. Barron shot you both a glare and Logan cleared his throat, looking down at his book and trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach. He didn't mean to get a crush on you, "So how's your book report coming?" He asked, trying to distract himself.

You were so nice to him, you were interested in his books, hell you even star gazed with him instead of going to a party. Logan hadn't ever been so head over heels, "I can help you with it if you need me to. I've read that book a million times, we could talk about our favorite themes and stuff."

He felt his cheeks warm up and his hands get all clammy and damp. Logan tugged his hand out of yours quickly, wiping it off and shoving it in his pocket. Shit, shit, shit.