Chapter 4

Logan

 

        “And I hope to see you two around campus,” Faith said to Mason and I.  “I’m around all the time.  Feel free to say hi.”

        “Uh, yeah, sure!  Absolutely!” I replied, kinda dumbly, practically jumping out of my chair. I sank back down, hoping no one noticed.

        Faith headed out of the coffee shop.  She had straight chestnut brown hair and light brown eyes.  Her body was definitely a ten, but she dressed it down to a seven.  I was guessing she was either self-conscious or religious.  But, the eyes were what did it for me.  She was smart, you could see it in those light brown eyes, but in a way, she was also an innocent.  I watched her fantastic ass shake as she walked away.

        “Amy, tell me the deal with your friend,” I begged.  “What’s she into?”

        “Oh, my God” Amy blurted out laughing.  “You like Faith?!  Ha!  Wait until I tell her!”

        Killian leaned over to Amy, smiling, and took her hand.  I could hear a tiny whip being whipped in the distance.  But, seriously, can’t say I blame him for doting on Amy.  She’s pretty hot.  Not as hot as Faith, but hot.  Faith was the perfect girl next door.

        “But she’s probably not your type, Logan.” Amy continued, wiping away tears from her laughing spurt.

        “Yeah, Logan,” said Mason.  “Besides, she was talking to me.”

        “Whoa-whoa-whoa, everyone relax,” I said.  “What do you mean, not my type?  What’s my type?”

        “She’s a pretty traditional Catholic girl,” answered Amy. She took a sip of her latte, and then continued, “Her mom practically runs her life.  I don’t think her mother would like you.  Mason on the other hand…”

        “What?  I’m charming,” I insisted, placing a hand over my chest in an offended manner.  “Just because Mason’s shy, he gets the girl?  That’s ridiculous.”

        “She did seem to like Mason,” said Killian with a shrug.  “Just sayin’, bro.”

        “Well, maybe she could date both of us,” I suggested.  “Like you guys do.”

        Amy was actually dating not just Killian, but also his brothers, Teagan and James, in kind of a group thing.  What was up with that?  Not my business, but I was curious how something like that worked or didn’t work.  Seemed like it would be tough to schedule time with your girl alone, but Killian seemed happy.

        “Uh, no,” said Amy, shaking her head.  “Traditional Catholic girl?  Hello?  Did you not hear a word I just said?  Probably thinks me and the boys are all going straight to Hell.”

        “That’s your best friend you’re talking about, Amy,” I pointed out.

        “I don’t take it personal,” assured Amy with a shrug.

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        Back at Mason and I’s dorm room, I rested on my bed just staring at the ceiling.  I just kept replaying my meeting Faith in the coffee shop over and over in my head.  Everything had changed when she entered the building--my life, the world.  It was like time had stopped.  And now, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.  I had to get with her.  She was so hot.

She didn’t seem overly impressed with football players, but she did seem to feel sorry for Mason.  My old sad sack of a brother had the sympathy vote locked up. Faith had seemed genuinely interested in him, which was good for me being an identical twin.  It meant I at least had a shot.

This morning, as usual, Mason was down in the dumps about something that should’ve made him happy.  I mean, jeez, he made backup quarterback freshman year in college.  That’s like the best you could ever do as a freshman.  Mason, of course, not only wasn’t celebrating, he was actually still a little annoyed by the entire situation.

        It wasn’t easy cheering him up sometimes.  Mason was the sort of guy that could take the best day of his life and find faults with it.  He could find problems with rainbows or bum out even the happiest person on their happiest day.  It was exhausting being his brother sometimes.

        Faith had tried drawing Mason out of his shell, at the coffee shop and into a conversation, but my brother was a reluctant quarry.  Mason hated talking about himself and would do anything to stop the conversation.  I chimed in as best I could.  I mean, I didn’t want to overwhelm her, but clearly Mason couldn’t handle a relationship right now.  The pressure alone would spiral him into despair.

        But Mason had suddenly started talking to her!  It was shocking!  All these years, he was absolutely petrified of talking to women.  Suddenly, he was having a conversation with this knockout.  I tried to get a word in edgewise, but she kept focusing on Mason for some reason.

        I rolled off my bed, stood up and wandered around my dorm room.  I had to have this girl.  She was special.  The way she looked, the way she talked.  I couldn’t get her out of my head.  Yeah, she might be interested in Mason now, but I could change that.  I turned and looked at myself in the mirror.  We were identical twins, if she liked the way he looked, she liked the way I looked.  All I had to do was charm her.  

        In the mirror, I psyched myself up.  This is a twist, huh?  Mason talking to the girl and you trying to get up your courage.  Normally, it would be the other way around.  You know, except Mason would probably be in here beating himself up about it.  The kid had zero self-confidence.

        I needed to talk to Faith.  God, I hate small talk.  What do you say?  What do people talk about?  When you’re a kid, it’s easy.  You talk about what’s happening in school or on TV.  College was close to the real world.  Sure, you could talk about class if you were in the same major.  Maybe you could talk about campus life, but all that stuff was pretty boring.

Maybe I ask her about computers?  Could I pretend I had a computer problem?  It had to be a big enough problem that I would need help, but not so obvious a problem that I was faking it.  Maybe I could ask if she knows how to set up school email?  No, what am I?  A 70-year-old grandfather?  Besides, you can always call the campus helpline.  I frowned at my reflection. 

        Maybe a virus!  What’s the first thing she’ll ask if I say that?  Do I have virus protection?  Hmm, do I?  I don’t even know.  I could guess.  I’m sure I do.  Wait, then that looks like a lie, too.  Can’t have a girl show up to your place after you tell her you have McAfee and then you have Windows Firewall or something.  Man, this is hard.

        I stalked away from the mirror and flopped back down on my bed.  I covered my eyes with my arm.  I kept thinking of Faith’s sweet ass shake as she walked out of the coffee shop.  My dick hurt.  I had to tap that.  I rolled onto my stomach, resisting the urge to touch myself.  Fuck!  I’m just going to ask her out.  If I waited in the quad she would pass by at some point.  Girls liked it when guys were bold.  Right?  I would ask her out to dinner just as soon as I could.