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Chapter Two
Logan Clark
“What the hell?” Sam laughs, so beautiful that I no longer feel pain. It’s rare that natural blondes have brown eyes, but everything about Samantha Cocker is rare. “Why were you bent over like that? I hit the hardest part of your forehead.”
While stealing a quick glance to her glistening neck, wishing for the millionth time that I could kiss it, I laugh, “Sam, holy shit, I didn’t see you!”
“Is it bleeding?”
To examine her nose, I lean a little closer than I should for the betterment of my own sanity. She’s sweaty from the audition. I love this smell. Lord knows it’s familiar.
We’ve been dancing together since we were six, when my parents enrolled me in classes, despite my early objections. I mistakenly thought I wanted sports. Turned out I was wrong. Though some say this is one. We sure train as hard.
“Nah, you’re good.” I rake my hair back as I bend to show her my mess. “I just noticed ketchup on my tank top. Look! Think they’ll care?”
“You’re auditioning for the musical, too?”
“They asked me to try out for the lead’s brother.”
She reacts with the surprise due such an announcement. She and I always dance background.
“That’s amazing! Here’s what you do. Tell them he spilled the ketchup on you to mess with your audition. Then roll your eyes and say, Brothers!”
She’s got three; she's the expert.
I’ve got one sister, five years older with no sense of humor. Life is a serious game for Hope. She’s out for blood and do not get in her way. If you’re nice, she takes that as weakness. I steer clear. Like last night when we stopped by for dinner, she grilled Mom on why she won’t leave Dad. This audition gave me an excuse to dodge the broken record of that none-of-her-business conversation.
“How long were you here?”
Sam misinterprets my accidentally checking out her hot body, and teases me, “Don’t judge my sweat! Just shows Iworkedfor it.”
“This face?” I circle my index finger. “Admiration. How’d you do?”
“Good.”
“You’re lying.”
She crumbles, playing with her braid as her sweet eyes dart away on the confession, “Terrible. I did terribly.”
“No way.”
“I did.”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know, Logan. I wasn’t on my game up there. Off day. No big deal.”
This is what I love about you, Sam. You could unload all of your shit onto me — and it’s probably about your sister, Lexi, again — but that would be selfish, and you never are.
Wishing we weren’t two feet apart, concern deepens my voice. “Any chance?”
“Um…yeah.” She gives me a huge smile. “I finally clicked into it. I was really there, you know.”
“The zone, man, I love that.”
“Isn’t it the best feeling?”
“It’s everything.”