When I get outside, I sit on the bench outside my dorm only briefly until I see Logan’s familiar figure approaching, his hands stuffed in his pockets. A few girls from my hall pass by as he approaches, and I notice that they give him more than a few appreciative glances.

I have to admit, Logan Hawkins is pretty cute. He has dark brown hair that sweeps across his forehead and stretches briefly down the back of his neck. He’s tall and, though not beefy, definitely has muscles. I smile when I remember the days in junior high when he’d had long hair and braces. The girls on my hall might not have given him such leering looks if they’d known him back then.

“Hey, Em.”

My heart skips a beat at the nickname—that’s what Nate calls me. I brush the feeling aside.

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