Page 22 of The Lost and the Found

I knew I wasn’t bad to look at, and I attracted my fair share of attention, but to attract the attention of someone so shy was interesting.

I’d never considered dating. What I had with Sebastian wasn’t dating. But I had been thinking about that a lot lately, and I knew it had everything to do with Logan and all the feelings he was able to bring out of me.

But Logan was dangerous. He could so easily break my heart. And just one look at him and I knew he was experienced. I wouldn’t know what to do with him, even if I was able to have him.

But this boy…

He was the exact opposite of Logan. He was safe. It was a damn shame he didn’t make me feel the way Logan did. He didn’t set my body on fire and fuel all these dirty fantasies I had no business dreaming up when I laid in my bed at night.

Shaking myself from the stupor, I headed to the study area. I spaced my classes out with a break in between them. It was in case I didn’t have time to do any assignment given out because of work, but surprisingly, I was all caught up this week. Today was going to be a long one.

* * *

By the timemy last class let out, I was in desperate need of coffee.

With only two hours before I needed to get to work, I knew I could make it to the bus stop in time if I hurried. I walked between the masses of students who were just getting out of their class as well, and finally made it to the small coffee shop inside one of the buildings on campus. As usual, it was busy.

Taking in a deep breath, I reminded myself that I still had time. I had memorized the bus schedule months prior and I knew the bus I needed to get on doesn’t come for another half an hour.

There was still time.

People in front of me chatted away, as if they had all the time in the word, and I was convinced they probably did.

I was only halfway up the line when a movement from across the place caught my attention. I turned to the large figure there, and I swore his back looked like Logan.

But why would he be here?

I was almost sure Logan didn’t work at the school. I didn’t know what he did, but it had to be important, and it had to pay well, or he else wouldn’t have been driving a Mercedes and wearing suits that looked like they costed more than my monthly rent.

Without thinking about what I was doing, I got out of line and followed the man, right into a… classroom?

Why would he go in here?

I followed silently. This classroom, where I had a class my first year, was made for some of the larger lectures, with at least seventy seats in it.It was more or less like a small auditorium.

Once the doors opened, you wouldn’t see into the classroom right away, but instead a long narrow hallway that led to the back of the room.

I opened the door, thankful it didn’t make a sound. As quietly as possible, I walked down the hallway, all the while, the saying curiosity killed the cat running through my head over and over again. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t be here. I should mind my own business. But what if the man I followed was Logan and I found out something about him he didn’t want me to know?

Wasn’t it better for me to find out now before I became invested in him?

Because with the way things were going, I couldn’t see myself not falling for him.

Voices rang out and I knew right away one of them belonged to Logan. The other voice surprised me more than Logan’s did. It was Dr. Reynolds’. He sounded nervous while Logan sounded angry. Even then, he didn’t raise his voice.

I thought that said a lot about his self-control.

Logan spoke then, bringing my attention back to them. “This is the last time, Greg. I can’t keep bailing you out.”

I moved in closer until I could see them in the front of the classroom and still remain out of view.

“I know. I know that, Logan. I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me,” Dr. Reynolds said. He was sitting on the chair, and even from the distance I could see sweat coated his forehead. His hands twitched restlessly while Logan stood in front of him, leaning his weight against the desk.

“Then act like it. Get out of this mess. Get help. I can’t keep doing—”

I moved in closer, and that was a mistake. The floor creaked beneath me and Logan stopped talking. I pivoted around and moved to the door quickly. I didn’t care to be quiet anymore.

The hallway was nearly empty when I emerged. Most of the students from before were either in class or had gone home, and I would be late getting to the bus, which would come in about ten minutes.

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