Page 25 of To Love or to Lose
I can tell it’s a sore subject, so I don’t push it any further. I wonder if he and Winnifred ever tried to be together how I originally thought they were.Did they not work out? Did something happen between them that forced them into a strict friendship?
“My burning question never got answered.” Logan changes the subject before I have to.
“Did you ever ask yourburningquestion?” I counter.
He grins, like the question he’s about to ask isn’t going to be an easy one to answer. “You seem to like Plato’sideaof soulmates, but do you believe in them?”
“In soulmates?” It’s a rhetorical question, I already know that’s what he’s talking about, but I’m trying to buy myself time to articulate my answer.
“Yeah, do you think there’s someone out there for everyone?”
“I’m not sure, obviously there's no way to know for certain. I think it’s feasible, but more often than not there are factors that obstruct people from being with who they are truly meant to be with.”
“So, Ted Bundy’s soulmate is somewhere out there?” Logan asks.
I laugh, “Maybe.”
“Do you have hopes for your soulmate?”
“Jeez, asking the hard-hitting questions, aren’t you?”
“Answer the question. I won’t tell anyone.”
I cave, answering, “No, I don’t have any hopes for my soulmate because I worry if I have hopes for the person I’m supposed to fall deeply in love with, I won’t recognize them when I meet them. What if they are less than what I expect them to be? Then, I’ll never acknowledge that they are the person for me.”
“Wow,” Logan sighs. “That was deep.”
“Announcement everyone!” A girl I don’t recognize stands on a table in the center of the classroom, “The theme for tonight’s football game is Hawaiian! Bring your leis!”
I don’t think she would get away with doing this in any class except this one. In fact, when everyone in the room starts hooting and hollering, Ms. Geller joins in.
I lean toward Logan amidst the chaos. “Do you have an extra lei? I forgot to bring mine from London,” I joke.
“Do I have an extra lei? Do you know who you are talking to?” He looks at me in mock horror. “I am the absolutekingof the student section, of course I have extra spirit gear.”
“Perfect.”
We are on our way to the football game. Logan and I are both wearing white, ribbed tank tops and brightly colored swim trunks with leis around our necks, per the Hawaiian theme.
Almost all the guys are planning to go against school rules and rip their shirts off at halftime. While they tried to convince the girls to wear bikinis, I heard through the grapevine that Genevieve shut that down quickly—saying something about how the girls should only wear bikinis if they want to, not because it’s ruled they have to.
Logan has been unusually quiet almost the entire ride to the school, and when he finally speaks up, it is a conversation I was not expecting.
“If you’re trying to get Gen’s attention, what you are doing now will never work,” he says.
“Huh?” I ask in shock, “Gen? As in Genevieve Alderidge?”
Logan doesn’t look fazed. “I saw the way you acted when Winnie brought up Gen’s male escapades.”
I shrug. “I was just curious.”
“No boy is that curious about a girl’s sex life unless he wants to be a part of it.” He laughs.
“You sound ridiculous.”
Logan pulls his Mercedes into the school parking lot. Somehow, even with the rest of the parking lot being packed, he’s able to find a spot up front, like it was reserved for him.
“Whatever you say,” he sing-songs. “All I can tell you is that Gen hates you. She doesn’t do well with competition that she isn’t able to obliterate.”
