The next day was low-key. Heather, Logan, Nate, Mason, and I went for breakfast. There’d been no tension or awkwardness, but I wasn’t sure if I should’ve been worried about that or not. Either way, Logan and Heather seemed fine with each other. After Heather left that afternoon, I went back to the dorms to study.
It was during my second class on Monday that I got a surprise.
“Psst.” Logan dropped into the seat next to me and poked my arm with his pencil.
“You’re not in this class.”
He flashed me a grin, raking his hand through his hair. “Actually, I am.” He grimaced. “I’ve been going to the wrong hour.” He nodded to the professor, who just came into the room. “She informed me last week, so here I am. Correct hour, and lo and behold, who do I see?” His beaming smile gave me an indicatio
