"Oh my god." said Marion as we stood by the railing again. Her friend Delilah had seemingly disappeared, thank god. "Logan Lachlan is so hot."
"Right." I said, not really wanting to listen.
"And he's off limits," said Clark, standing at the other side of Marion.
She sighed dreamily. "His blue eyes, his brown hair, his dimples when he smiles. Why do people like Kendrick have to like me?"
"Don't be so ungrateful." I said. "Can you point him out to me?"
"Yeah." said Marion. "He's right there," she pointed and I followed the direction of her index finger. "Between his mother in the red dress and his dad with the black hair.
I looked at Kendrick. Even from this great distance I could see how amazingly green his eyes were and the way the light caught his silky black hair. It was likely tha
