I think I was losing my mind. No joke.

Huge chunks of my mind were completely hijacked by the images of a green-eyed boy whom I met not long ago but for some weird, unknown reasons, seemed to be doing just that.

His phone number on my phone was weighing on me heavily. Its existence was something that kept nagging me every freaking time I would take my phone to do anything. Like that pimple in the middle of your forehead or any part of your face that you really want to pick on even though you know you shouldn't. But it's just so damn tempting.

I hated its existence but I also loved the fact that it was there. Yeah, confusion was the new thing.

"Amelia, hurry up," mom called from her doorway. "I got to drop you off at school before I head to work myself, and we are already almost late."

"I'm coming; I'm coming."

After finishing up with getting ready, I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a small pack of chocolate-flavored milk and an apple to eat in mom's car.

"I hope they will finish with your car soon. Feels like it's taking them too long to fix and service it," Mom said as I sat down in her car.

"I passed by yesterday. They said it would take at least three more days. I didn't realize the damage was that big. But you know, I can take a bus to get to school if you are in a hurry, I don't mind."

"I know you don't, honey. But I wanted to drive you to school. I haven't done that in a while."

"True," I joked and smiled at her before I slowly started to munch on my apple.

"And before I forget, I will be having a long day at work today so, I won't be back until late. Will you be okay by yourself for some time?"

"Mom, you know I'm not seven, right?"

"Right. So, I should take that as a yes then?"

I shook my head in disbelief, she was always like that. "I'll be fine."

*****

I walked straight to my locker as soon as mom dropped me off at the school's gates to get the books that I would need for the morning. There was supposed to be sports just before lunch break but thanks to my evidently crippled hand, I'd been assigned to never-ending torture of sitting and taking points to the teams. Which really wasn't much of an upgrade.

So... so much for that.

"What the hell, Amelia?"

At first, I was confused especially since I knew it in my gut that I knew that voice. No mistake about it. The only problem was, I didn't understand why I would hear it there. Standing at my locker and why it would sound a little frustrated if that's the word I would use. Without even meaning to, my eyes widen and everything inside me stiffened as I prepared myself to turn around and face him.

Just as I suspected, Logan was striding toward me in straight and precise steps that completely took me by surprise. What surprised me, even more, was how brazing his already brazing eyes seemed to be as he looked straight at my own eyes without so much as blinking. He didn't care about anybody on his way as if he knew nobody would dare to stand in his path and true to that, just like ants, students moved away from his path.

I found myself standing up straighter. My eyes widen even more, and my heartbeat sped up. Before I knew it, I had taken a step backward as if some invincible force had pushed me.

Logan came and stood right in front of me, only inches away from my face. His scrutinizing eyes never left mine even for a second, causing me to staggered in confusion. Honestly though, this close, his beautiful chiseled face took me by surprise.

As if my fight or flight kicked in, I run my eyes left and right in quick succession to see if there was any chance I could step away and probably run for my life. There was no way. He'd completely enclosed me in with his body.

Fight it seemed was the only thing left or at least ask questions of my own.

I peered up at his towering height and asked the only thing that came to my mind.

"Err... What?"

"I said, what the hell? Amelia."

I blinked and proceeded to keep on blinking as I thought of what could have possibly brought this weird, predicament.

Nothing.

Not a peep.

As far I knew everything was good. So, it was safe to say this, whatever this was, didn't jog up any forgotten memories I was supposed to remember, and to be quite honest with you guys, I was a bit frightened. Mostly of how close he was standing to me. So, I took another step back, only to slam my back against my locker.

Crap!

"Um, Logan. What is going on? Is there something I did?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "That's just it, you didn't," he answered and took another step closer.

"What?"

Confusion, suffocation from his proximity, and anxiety made me want to squeeze myself inside the locker behind me.

"Logan, I'm really confused. What's going on?"

This time, Logan narrowed his eyes like I was supposed to know whatever it was that I didn't do. 

"You didn't call me or text me. You didn't do anything, nothing at all," he said. "That's what's wrong here."

I gaped at him, not quite believing what he just said. When the full meaning of his claim completely registered in my mind, I furrowed my brows in astonishment.

"Wait, you were expecting me to?"

"What's the point of me giving you my number then?" He growled and at that moment his voice made him look a little frightening. "What did you think it was for?"

You know that moment when enough is enough? I was tired of feeling like a little bunny in the clutches of a Lion. Not to mention I didn't like the way my body was responding to him being this up close and personal. So, I raised my clear of hand-cast hand and gently pushed him on his chest to create a bit of a distance between us.

"Hold up a second," I said, still trying to push him back. I might as well have been trying to push a telephone pole because he moved only an inch. And that was because he wanted to.

"First of all. You didn't give me your number, you just saved it on my phone."

"Second of all."

I abandoned my attempts at pushing him any further since it was useless anyway and opted to raising two fingers in the little space that was now left between us.

"You didn't say anything to me. You could have told me that you wanted me to call you. No--better yet, you could have asked me to call you."

"And thirdly," I added another finger. "Why didn't you?" I raised my brows and brought my crippled hand against my waist to demonstrate some sort of defiance. "You have my number. You told me you took it, remember? so why didn't you call?"

He didn't answer. He stood there looking at me for a long moment before he cocked his head to his left side with a slight frown on his face. And then, he narrowed his eyes, turned around, and left without so much as another word or glance my way.

Bewildered, I stood there staring at his back as he disappeared among the students. Only when he was completely gone did I find my voice. "Jesus Christ."

"What was that about?"

Suzy's voice startled me back from my moment of shock and apparently praises to the son of God. I clutched at my chest as it seemed like she had come out of nowhere. That was when I realized; there were quite a lot of students around us - watching, some giving me weird looks. Sighing, I took Suzy's hand and walked away from the prying eyes.

"I have no idea," I said once we were far enough. "He just showed up to accuse me of not calling him. I'm still trying to process it myself."

"What?" Her eyes widened as her face morphed into what looked like excitement. I wasn't sure why that is. "Oh, my God. Amelia, why didn't you call him?" With the question from her lips, a little slap on my shoulder came from her hand to send the message across.

"What? Suzy!" I threw my hand up incredulously. "How could you ask me that right now? And how was I supposed to know he was waiting for my call?" I questioned. "I mean, if he wanted me to call him, why didn't he call me to ask me to call him?"

She creased her brows and stared at me. "That doesn't make any sense," she said. "You know what? it doesn't matter because you are going to take your phone and make that call later."

"No, I am not." I shook my head and step away from her. "I don't have anything to say to him, and besides, I don't want to come off as desperate or something."

She rolled her eyes and let out an irritated sigh, "You're not desperate, Amelia. If you call yourself desperate, then I would be..." Reaching up, she planted one hand on her waist. With a frown, she tipped her head up, trying to find a word she wanted to use. "Hmm, I don't know what I would be, to be honest," She mumbled. "Anyway, the point is, he wants you to call him. And that is exactly what you, Amelia Alfred, are going to do," She declared, then took my hand and led the way to the class.

I wasn't so sure about what she wanted me to do so, I just looked at her and kept quiet. When I reached my class, I said my goodbyes to her and went in for my first period.

*****

I was tired, grumpy and to top it up, had lost my appetite by the time I sat down at the table with the guys for the lunch break. Part of it was because my arm had started acting up and somehow, I had forgotten my pain medications at home. The other part, maybe a tad bit bigger could have been the fact that after dropping all that drama with me in the hours of the morning, Logan sat there on the opposite side of the lunch table like a statue, completely ignoring me.

Seriously the mixed signals and confusion had really begun to get to me especially after his accusation spree this morning. After something like that, you would think... I don't know what you would think would happen but most certainly not what was evidently not happening.

Even as the guys, apart from him of course, chat away with each other and even occasionally laughing here and there, he sat there like a statue of liberty only speaking when he was directly spoken to.

Not wanting to seem too far from anybody, even I managed to put in some inputs of my own in some topics here and there. At some point even decided to ignore him just as well and concentrated on the others but even that, seemed to have been not sticking well.

He didn't say a single word to me. He did, however, from time to time, briefly look my way. But that was it, nothing else. Needless to say, that didn't improve my already sour mood.

"Suzy." I tapped my best friend on her shoulder to get her attention. "I just remember there was something I was supposed to be doing. I'll see you in class, yeah?"

Just to be clear, there was nothing I was supposed to be doing. Just FYI. But I couldn't handle it. The tension that nobody else seemed to have been picking up on or the fact that I didn't expect this overwhelming feeling of disappointment from something I didn't know I was even expecting was just too much.

I knew Suzy knew something wasn't alright the moment her eyes locked to mine from the way she creased her eyebrows.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. I just, I have to take care of it before class starts."

I didn't want to stick around for her to ask any more questions. I wanted to leave so before she could, I stood up and waved to the guys.

"Wait up."

I'm not admitting and even if you ask me any other day, I would deny it all the way, but his voice as he said those few words, I think was just what I needed. They ground me right there. One leg out of the chair and the other one still inside.

"I wanna talk to you about something."

With that, he stood up from his chair, moved around the table, and started walking toward the exit.

Suzy and I exchanged a brief look at each other before I turned around and followed him.

He led the way out of the cafeteria, through the schoolyard and into an empty classroom. He never looked back, not even once to make sure I was following. He just kept walking. The level of self-assured he had was somewhat mesmerizing and nerve-wracking at the same time.

When I reached the class he was in, I stuck my head through the door and found him leaning against the furthest wall with his hands on his pocket, waiting for me. My eyes roamed around first to make sure we were alone before I moved further inside.

Each step I took towards him felt like a hundred tone heavier that the last considering how his eyes intently watched every little move I made. Like he could see the smallest of flaws I possessed and it was heart-wrenching.

When somehow my feet managed to carry me to him without tripping over themselves, only then did he turn his whole body fully towards me. As usual, he never stopped looking at me.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked. "Do I scare you?"

I didn't expect that.

"What? No, no, you don't scare me."

That wasn't a lie. I really wasn't scared of him.

He took a step closer.

I swallowed.

His narrowed eyes didn't help my nervous situation much. I couldn't stand still, I kept on shifting my weight from hip to hip. Slowly but still, I was shifting. My eyes dashed around everywhere, anywhere but to him, trying to avoid his analyzing gaze.

"Then why do you seem nervous?"

He took another step.

I bit my lip and looked at him. I couldn't tell if he was seriously not seeing what could possibly be the cause of my nervousness.

"I don't know!" I threw my hands up in frustration once it became apparent, he really didn't know. "Maybe because you're looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like that!" I pointed my finger at his face. "Like you are trying to see through my soul."

His brow creased like he was confused for a few seconds, then the creased lines slowly straightened out before he chuckled. Finally, understanding what I had said.

That sound, let me tell you that sound was something he was supposed to be making more often. It sounded delicious. It caused me to gape at him with my mouth open. The guy needed to chuckle every chance he got.

"Tell you what? Let's start over," he said and stuck his hand out for a handshake. "Friends?"

I stared at his hand, then his face then back to his hand again.

"Is this a trick?"

That looked almost too good to be true.

"No."

An almost shy smile spread itself across my lips. I decided maybe if we were friends, there would be no more confusion moments between us. Slowly, my hand moved towards his. For some reason, the anticipation of my hand on his jolted my heart into a frenzy of loud thumps. When we finally made contact, it was exactly how I thought it would feel. Good, perfect. My hand perfectly fitted to his.

"Friends," I said.

"Good." He smirked. "I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye, Amelia." With that, he brushed passed me and out of the classroom leaving me baffled, standing at the same spot.

I should have known with good comes bad.