Shattered - By Sophia Sharp Page 0,13
annoyed, but didn’t protest when her students started getting up. Laura sat still in her seat. If Logan wanted to speak with her right now, she didn’t want to rush out prematurely.
“Laura.”
She looked up, and saw Logan standing beside her. For a split-second she thought she could see a golden-red halo surrounding the pupils of his eyes, but it went away as soon as she shifted in her seat. Probably just a strange reflection of the light.
“Hi, Logan,” she said.
“We need to talk,” he said seriously. “Would you come with me?” And without waiting for an answer he started walking away, leaving Laura to scramble to get her belongings into her bag before rushing after him.
She caught up outside the classroom, where he stood with one shoulder leaning against a locker. On seeing her, he nodded to one side and proceeded to walk in that direction. Laura had to push her way through the mass of bodies in the hallway to keep up. Not losing sight of him was easy, though. He stood nearly a head taller than everyone else.
She trailed after him, wondering where he was taking her. She knew the hallways of the school like the back of her hand, but couldn’t figure out where they were going. Plus, the longer they walked, the less time they had before they had to go to their next class.
Eventually he stopped, pulled open a door, and ducked inside. Laura paused before following. She had never noticed that particular door before. Bodies continued to mill around her, and she was jerked to and fro by the crowds. Well, there was no use in waiting. She twisted the doorknob, and walked inside.
It was a small room with a single row of lights. A stack of chairs stood in one corner coated in dust, but otherwise it was empty. Logan leaned casually against the far wall, and smiled as he saw her.
“What is this room?” Laura asked suspiciously. “I’ve never been here before.”
“Just as well. I stumbled upon it last week, when I was searching for a particular classroom. I thought we’d have some privacy here.”
“I mean, I guess…” Laura began, “…but we don’t actually have much time. I have to get to next class soon, and so do you, I think.”
“Yes, I know,” he replied. “But I didn’t want to talk to you where anybody else could hear.”
“Why not?”
He paused for a second, studying her intently. Then he sighed audibly. “I wanted to apologize.”
“Apologize?” Laura was taken aback. She was ready to apologize to him!
“Yes. For what I did last week. I realized, in the last few days, that what I did was… wrong.” Laura could see that he was struggling to say the words. “But it was wrong not because of what I did, but because I did it without asking.”
“Asking who? Me?”
“Yes. I shouldn’t have acted without your permission.”
“Well, to be honest… I doubt I would have objected. I just wish you weren’t so violent. With them.”
“I know. But I also know this: he’s not good for you.”
“Who, Brady?”
“Yes.”
“You know, I kind of figured that one out myself, this weekend.” Laura laughed nervously. “And I also wanted to apologize to you. For the way I acted after. I had no right to punch you, or say all those things. But… I was emotional. I couldn’t help it. So… I’m sorry.”
With the apology complete, Laura turned to leave. Stiffly. Her cheeks grew hot as she said that, and she didn’t want him to see her blushing.
“Wait,” Logan said, stopping her right before she opened the door. “You told me you wanted to know what Brady thinks of you.”
“I did, yes,” Laura admitted, looking down at her feet. “But I was just caught up in the moment. It’s irrelevant, now, anyway.”
“Well, if you want, I could show you.”
“What?” Laura turned back slowly, and looked at Logan. He looked very serious. “What do you mean?”
“I mean what I said. If you want, I could show you what Brady thinks of you.”
“How?” Laura asked suspiciously. “Is this some kind of trick?”
“No, no trick,” he assured her. Then he held out his hand towards her, palm up. “Take my hand.”
“Uh…” Was he trying to hit on her in some strange, unorthodox way? Suddenly the confinement of the room became all too apparent, and the feeling of being trapped that she experienced with those four guys around her returned.
“There’s no trick, I promise.” His voice was sincere, and it seemed… trustworthy. If he wanted to do