I finally realized why Logan was looking at me. He thought I did it. That I put, like, tomato juice on the pillow or something. I can see where he’s coming from. I mean, why wouldn’t I? Seems like something I would do. As a matter of fact, I was able to pull that prank on my cousin four years ago.
“I promise, it wasn’t me! How would I get the timing right and stuff? Like, you walking out? How would I know? And I thought you were smarter than me.”
“That’s true. I am smarter than you.”
“I have more,” I said. I held up another bottle of syrup.
“No! Fine! You didn’t do it. Jeez.” Logan finally shuts up.
“What are you even doing up here anyway?”
“I’m looking for Miranda. She’s supposed to have started on our project by now. I don’t know what’s taking her so long.” Logan tries to storm into the nurse’s office, but I grab his arm.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I say. He peers in, and sees what changed my life. . . Forever.