Logan smiled at his answer. "I've always liked that name," she whispered. "You're new, aren't you? You can sit by me at lunch, if you want to. I'm not the most popular person in school, but hey, I doubt that the cheerleaders would give you a much better offer."
Logan remembered what it was like to be new. There really hadn't been anyone nice for her to talk to. Sometimes she wished that everyone would just grow up and start treating people like actual people instead of garbage. When she'd first come here, there hadn't been anyone who introduced themselves and lied about some 'lucky seat' to help the kid feel secure. There had just been jealous cheerleaders, shy emos, bullying jocks, know-it-all nerds, and then the guys who were stuck in the crossfire. She had been thrust headfirst into that fabled crossfire with nobody to hide behind.
"What classes are you in?" she asked him out of curiosity.
Logan remembered what it was like to be new. There really hadn't been anyone nice for her to talk to. Sometimes she wished that everyone would just grow up and start treating people like actual people instead of garbage. When she'd first come here, there hadn't been anyone who introduced themselves and lied about some 'lucky seat' to help the kid feel secure. There had just been jealous cheerleaders, shy emos, bullying jocks, know-it-all nerds, and then the guys who were stuck in the crossfire. She had been thrust headfirst into that fabled crossfire with nobody to hide behind.
"What classes are you in?" she asked him out of curiosity.
