~Ava's pov~
The next day, Charlotte nearly choked on her cereal when I told her about what happened with Logan.
"You did what?" She gaped at me from across the kitchen table.
"I said yes to a date with Logan," I muttered, sipping my coffee, trying to sound casual but inside I was freaking out.
Charlotte slammed her spoon down. "Ava! This is huge! Logan doesn’t date. He flirts, he hooks up, and then he moves on."
I winced. "Thanks for the reminder."
"But," she continued, pointing her spoon at me, "he likes you. Like, actually likes you. I seen the way he looked at you everytime."
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
Charlotte smirked. "Ava, that boy is whipped. He is glaring at any guy who so much as glanced in your direction whenever you aren't looking. It is so hilarious."
I blinked.
