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After dinner, we stroll along the sidewalks looking in shops. I peek at my phone for a time check, in which the time appears on the screen. It's 7:30 P.M.

"Ooh! Do you mind if I check out that suit and tie store?" Logan asks.

"Yeah, of course. I think I'm going to go into the chocolate store. White chocolate's my favorite! Do you have a favorite?"

"Milk chocolate, but I don't want you to feel required to buy me anything," Logan pleads.

"Okay. How about I meet you at your suit and tie place?" I propose. We agree.

When he leaves, I feel like I need him back. Lost without him.

I push that thought to the side and head across the street to the store.

I open the door, making the bell on the door jingle. Few customers sit at tables working on computers. The air is sweet. I walk along the counter side eyeing the candies set out in the display cases.

"Can I help you?" a voice says behind the counter. I look up at a girl who looks in her late teens. Her tag on her shirt states her name is Cali.

"Yeah, actually. Can I get five of the heart-shaped milk chocolates and two of the heart-shaped white chocolates?"

"Sure!" Cali replies very cheerfully. She ducks behind the counter for a second grabbing a white box. Just as she's about to put the chocolates inside the box, I stop her. "Wait, do you have a nicer box? I don't mean to be picky, but it's for my ... uh—" I hesitate, not knowing how to address Logan. He's not my boyfriend, but he's more than a friend— especially if we just went out on a really nice date. "...really close friend." Cali nods her head that looks like she understands what I'm trying to say. She ducks back behind the counter again and puts a light blue box with a printed brown ribbon. The color of the box reminds me of Logan's room.

"Here you go!" Cali carefully hands me the box. "That will be eight twenty-three."

I hand her a ten dollar bill from my clutch and she hands me my change. "Your change is one seventy-seven. Thank you!" I smile and walk out the door, box in hand.

Crossing the street, I head toward the suit and tie store. I enter and look for Logan. The store is somewhat big, so it's hard to find him. For a store this big, I'd say it's pretty crowded. Looking for Logan was hard. The men in the store stare as I pass their aisle. In the very last aisle, Logan stands still staring at a suit, his hand rubbing his chin. He looks away from the suit and turns his attention towards me. His eyes meet mine and light up when he sees me. I grin. "Having trouble picking one out?"

"Hey! It's harder than you think—they all look the same. Although, it is easier than women picking out a dress," he defends, cocking his head and shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay, that is so not true!" I argue.

Logan smirks, "It is."

"No, it's not!"

"If it's not, then lets go to that dress shop on Seventh Avenue, buy you a dress, and then you can prove me wrong," Logan bets.

"Fine, we'll go check the place out, but I'm not buying a dress. Dresses are too expensive," I say as we make our way out toward the door.

"Is that why women take so long to find a dress? Because the expensive dresses are the ones everyone wants, making it hard to choose?" Logan comments. I playfully shove him to the side and walk out the door.

As we make our way to the shop, we stop and sit on a bench. I pull out the chocolates and hand the five milk chocolates to Logan. Logan's expression on his face tells me 'I told you not to buy me anything'. I laugh and try to look innocent.

"Okay, it's all you," Logan says as we enter the shop, directing me with his hands. Dresses fill the room—so colorful. The fact that I'm here, trying on dresses for fun, is thrilling. Each rack is labeled with the dress size. I walk over to size three, but Logan grabs me by the elbow, yanking me back. He raises an eyebrow and positions me to the size one rack.

"Well,Logan, I am definitely not a size one," I say, walking back toward the size three racks. Logan doesn't pull me or try and stop me, instead he goes to look at size ones.

I stop and stare at the dresses that were carefully designed and now hang on a hanger just waiting to be bought. I skim through the dresses passing the ones I dislike—tons of sequins and huge holes that show skin. I pull out a deep purple dress that feels like silk. I slide my hands over the smooth fabric letting it run through my fingers.

"It'd be beautiful on you," I hear Logan's voice say. The sudden sound of his voice make me jump. I turn around, still staring at the dress. "But, it's not your size." This makes me look at him. He walks toward me, takes the dress out of my hands, and places it back on the rack. He reaches for my hand, guiding me to the size ones. "Logan—" I start, but he cuts me off.

"At least try it on," Logan replies. He sits me down on a couch outside the dressing room then goes inside the dressing room. A moment later he appears with a dress in hand. He hands it to me. I take the dress and examine it. The dress is a deep blue color.

I move towards the dressing room. I slip of Maria's dress and wiggle my way into the other. Before I present myself, I look in the mirror. I look stunning. The dress fits me perfectly, a single strap around my neck keeping the dress from falling. There's a long open slit along the side of the dress, exposing my left leg.

I open the door, revealing myself. Logan immediately stands up when he sees me. I wait for him to say something, but he says nothing.

"What?" I prompt. Logan opens his mouth to say something but closes it, swallows then opens it again— this time words come out.

"You're beautiful," Logan gawks. "I—wow." I slowly spin around in a circle, holding my arms out as if to say 'what do you think?'. I usually don't like open-back dresses, but this is an exception.

"You like it?"

"Most definitely. Let's get it," Logan says pulling out his wallet.

"No!" I blurt. Logan's head jerks up.

"What? Why not?"

"It's too much! I can't let you do this," I reply.

"But I want to. I want to do something nice," he argues. "You bought me chocolates!"

"Yeah, but it's not the same thing!" Out of the corners of my eyes, I see customers looking over at us, but I ignore it.

"Kinda," Logan huffs.

"Kinda? Kinda? Buying eight dollars worth of chocolates is not the same as buying a—" I look down at the price tag, "—five hundred dollar designer dress, Logan!"

I turn to go back into the dressing room to change with a lump in my throat. I think I hear Logan say, "Yeah, but I can afford it," under his breath. This makes me furious. My heart is thumping so loud I think the entire store can hear it. I change back into my original dress in record time because before I know it, I'm storming out of the dressing room. I shove the hanger with the blue dress into Logan's arms as I rush past him, charging out the door and into the dark streets. After jogging a couple blocks in heals, my feet get sore and I slow my jogging to walk. I turn around and see the bright lights of the dress store. Thinking Logan might be there— running after me and telling me how sorry he is— no one is there. The streets are empty.

***

The rest of the field trip is like a blur. The days seem to slow and it is like my mind is put on hold except for one thing. Logan. All that I could think about was that night with him. I did my best to avoid Logan as much as I can.

It's Monday and the students pile on the bus. Logan's ahead of me and takes the seat where we sat on the way here. Maria and I have become close friends while we were on this trip. She understands what I'm going through and actually helped me. We take a seat towards the front of the bus so I don't have to look at him— even if it is the back of his head.

Falene passes us and sneers. She quickly leans over and whispers to the both of us, "A friend! One down, many, many more to go." She straightens herself and walks on. The next thing you know, I hear an exaggerated shriek, "Logan! An empty seat? Can I sit with you?"

I can tell she's trying to be as loud as possible for me to hear. "Of course!" I hear Logan say. I take a deep breath and close my eyes to keep tears from rolling out.

"Four more hours to go!" Mrs. Driscoll announces. Groans arise and then silence.

"Be right back, I need to use the restroom," I tell Maria. She nods and allows a sad smile to appear on her face. I pass Logan and Falene who both look at me briefly then turn back to snuggling.

When I get back to my seat, a different emotions race through my me, I can't process anything. I can't tell whether I'm sad he's moved on so quickly; or that I'm angry at him. I list reasons in my head. I mean, come on, I do have a right to be mad— don't I?

How could he? I thought he hated her. I thought that he cared about me. Why? Why, why, why, why, why?

I am so overwhelmed, I start to fidget. I have a throbbing headache; a stomach full of butterflies; I'm homesick; and to top it off, a boy I like who said he didn't like Falene, is now snuggling with her.

Logan's words from the first day I met him repeat in my head, I am nothing like Falene, over and over and over again.

Then I remember the words my mother said after Sasha ditched me as a friend, People change. Sometimes they change so quickly, you can't even see it coming.