"It's cool I guess."
Logan replied after a bit of thought and an awkward adjustment of her shirt sleeve. Amy blushed lightly and looked at him. She had liked him for most of her junior year and the whole summer, so about as long as she had known him. She had somehow avoided telling her best friend she liked him for all this time, dating a guy here, ignoring another one there. Average girl stuff. Funny thing was, he had been keeping a secret crush on her since they met. He had fallen in love with her soft Texas accent and her crazy outfits. He had spent all of junior prom sitting back in anogy as she had a great night with some foreign exchange kid.
"You guess? Loge, today is the day we see if we got into CFA! This is not a day for guessing. This could be the day somebody looks past my problems at the things I can do with a piece of simple fabric."
She looked suddenly serious as she eyed him down, and he sighed, hugging her tightly.
"You'll get accepted, Ames. I'm not so sure if I will, but I know you're getting in the moment they see you."
He had been slipping hints like that in on her since about mid-summer, hoping she would get the message.
"If any of us gets in, it'll be Scottie."
She nudged one of the other guys. He was rather tall, with black fluffy hair. Logan was about Amy's height, with short dirty-blonde hair. He wore a t-shirt and the most ripped up jeans he owned, trying something to catch Amy's eye.
"Thanks, that gives me a ton of hope."
Logan sounded disappointed, saddened even. He spun his car key on his finger.
"Care for a ride after school, firey red-head?"
Amy blushed at him and shoved him softly.
"I told you, it's a shade of brown, not red. And sure, as long as we don't have to spend the first five minutes making room in that cramped up car of yours."
She giggled a bit and sat down on a low brick wall in the hallway. She smiled at him, as they had made their way just a bit away from the group. She looked into his stormy grey eyes.