The sun was lit on Pacific Coast Academy's campus. Students milled around, some tossing a Frisbee, others enjoying a smoothie. An older looking student rode by on his Jet-X. He passed by Logan, Michael, and James who were spending their free period hanging by the fountain.
"Okay, seriously, you guys have never seen a three-legged dog?" Michael asked.
James shook his head. "I can honestly say I haven't."
"And I can honestly say, 'who cares?'" Logan smirked.
Michael was offended. "Man, Logan, you can be so rude! Just because you-"
A girl walked over to them, interrupting Michael's rant. She was clad in a shimmering turquoise tank top and jean mini-skirt. Her blonde hair was pulled back halfway with a silver clip and she had big blue eyes. She smiled at the boys, especially at one in particular.
"Hey, Logan." She said playfully.
Logan barely acknowledged her, slightly nodding at her. "S'up."
Michael nudged Logan. "Oh, hey Denise! And uh, how are you doing this fine Thursday afternoon?"
"I'm uh…great." Denise glanced at Michael and then focused back at Logan. "Logan, did you get what Ms. Pruett was saying in Algebra, today? I was just so confused." She smiled at him, flirtatiously.
"Yeah, well…" Logan started. "Once you think about what Ms. Pruett is saying, you know, over and over again, it gets less um…confusing. You, uh, you should try it." Logan advised.
Denise looked confused and a little disappointed. "I will. Uh…good tip. See ya around." She started to walk away from the group of three.
"Later." Logan gave a casual wave. He turned around to see Michael and James staring at him with wide eyes and open mouths. "What?"
"You do realize Denise was waiting for you to ask her out on a study date, right?" James asked.
"Yeah" Michael chimed in. "Why else would she come to Mr. C-Average-in-Algebra guy for help? "
"She's just not type." Logan shrugged.
Michael was dumbfounded. "Girl is your type. Not to mention that she's one of the finest females in the eleventh grade."
"No, she's not!" Logan said a little too quickly.
"Boy, do you need your eyes checked? What's with you, man?" Michael said.
Logan tried to play dumb. "What- what do you mean?"
"Dude," James started. "I haven't seen you on one date in over a month. What happened to you having three dates a week?"
"Hey, I date plenty!" Logan said defensively, sticking his finger in James's chest. "Tell him, Michael."
"Why? I completely agree with him."
Logan turned to face Michael. "Huh?"
"You, my friend, are in a dateless slump. A dateless, girl-free slump. A dateless, girl-free, month long-"
Logan cut in, throwing his hands up into the air. "Alright! I get it."
"So you gonna ask Denise out?" Michael grinned.
"No way!" Logan said disgustedly. He noticed weird looks from James and Michael. "Who wants to spend a date doing stupid Algebra?" He added lamely.
"Dude- are you even listening to yourself?" James said.
"Look, I just don't want to ask her out." Logan's cell phone text message alarm went off and got his phone out and looked at it. He smiled when he read the message. "And now, I'm late! So see you guys later!" Logan hurried off with an even bigger grin on his face.
Michael was confused. "Late for what?"
"Got me." James shrugged.