Waiting For Romeo Online


THREE MONTHS AGO, I had never heard of Logan Prescott. Now, he’s in my every thought. As much as I try to forget about him and the pain he caused me; I can’t. Damn him for doing this to me, but part of me feels like I only have myself to blame. I repeat, only a part of me…a small part of me. If I’m being honest with myself I saw the red flags, he told me about his past, and I knew Sebastian and Seraphina were bad news. But despite all my reservations, I got involved with him. And by involved, I mean fell in love with him. Now, I need to get him out of my head.

Christmas is depressing, but it isn’t the first time. After my mom died, Christmas was never the same. As much as my dad and I tried to make the best of it, it was far from the most wonderful time of the year. The reality of it: I would prefer getting my wisdom teeth out. At least, they give you laughing gas and enough meds to make you numb to the pain.

My medicine is running. It has always been and for three weeks I run more than I have ever run in my life. It helps. Well, it helps a little bit. My dad tries to get me to surf with him but I’m not interested. It reminds me of Logan. I listen to music. Songs remind me of Logan. I read. Books remind me of him. I can’t even look at my laptop. The last time I powered it up, I saw that I had at least fifteen emails from him. I quickly slammed it shut. Sure, I’m tempted to read what he has to say, but I can’t. I’m not ready to go there. Everything reminds me of him but running keeps me somewhat distracted.

The worst time of the day has always been nighttime. When I get in bed and it’s completely dark, I stare at the ceiling. There’s no escaping what’s in my head. It’s like I’m trapped on one of those rides at the amusement parks. You know the one, where the bottom drops and you are plastered to the wall while you spin so fast your vision is blurred. I hate those rides. Now, I’m stuck on it every single night…and I thought my sleepless nights were bad before!

Of course, I have Bryn. She calls me constantly and only mentions Logan as “he who shall not be named.” The first time she made her silly reference to Voldemort from Harry Potter was the first time I laughed in days. She was so thrilled with herself that she now tries to come up with other clever nicknames for him. I guess she figures douchebag and asshole don’t conjure up as many laughs. She begs and pleads and begs some more to get me to go out with her. She even invites me to go with her family to Aspen for part of break. I’ve turned her down so many times I’m pretty certain she went into shock when I finally agreed to come to her family’s house in Malibu for her first annual New Year’s Eve party. She calls it her first annual, although it might be her only New Year’s Eve party. She says she likes the sound of it.

It’s the morning of Bryn’s party when I’m lying in bed. I think I actually got more than a couple hours of sleep. I stayed up most of the night having a movie marathon with my dad. After he jokingly referred to me as “Forrest Gump,” he was speechless when I told him I had never heard of the movie. He quickly switched on Netflix. But when I read the synopsis of that movie, I knew I couldn’t handle a tearjerker. He agreed to give me a reprieve on that classic and decided to educate me on classic comedies. We stayed up most of the night and watched, “This is Spinal Tap,” “The Big Lebowski,” “The Jerk,” and “Monty Python and the Holy Grail.”

I don’t know what I notice first: the warmth in my hair, the arm gently sprawled across my waist or the leg wrapped tightly against mine. Maybe it’s everything at once. I don’t know but I do know it only takes me a split second to push myself up and out of his grasp.

“Wha…what do you think you’re doing?” I stammer as I pull up