Chapter 29 Moving In
Ava’s POV
Moving day came faster than I expected.
I woke up to the sound of Charlotte banging on my door, her voice too energetic for the early morning.
How can she be chirpy so early in the morning?
“Rise and shine, apartment owner! Time to move your broke ass out of here!”
I groaned, burying my face in my pillow. “Five more minutes.”
“Nope.” She yanked my blanket away. “We have a lot to do. Logan’s coming soon, and if he sees you drooling on your pillow, I will never let you live it down and I don't think he'll appreciate that” she winked at me
That got me up.
I threw a pillow at her, but she dodged it with a laugh. “Get dressed, loser. I’ll make coffee.”
I sighed, dragging myself out of bed.
By the time I was dressed and had shoved a piece of toast into my mouth, Logan had already arrived.
He leaned against the doorframe, looking way too good in a simple hoodie and jeans. “You ready, nerd?”
I rolled my eyes. “You know, normal people say good morning.”
“I’m not normal,” he said with a smirk, stepping inside. His gaze passed around my nearly empty room. “Damn. You really don’t have much stuff.”
“Yeah, well, not all of us live in mansions, Logan.”
He chuckled. “Fair point.”
Charlotte clapped her hands. “Alright, team! Let’s get this show on the road.”
We didn’t have much to move, just a few bags and some boxes. It still took longer than expected, mostly because Logan and Charlotte kept getting distracted.
They talk too much!
“This is so ugly,” Logan said, holding up one of my old sweaters.
“Excuse you! It’s vintage!” I argued.
Charlotte snorted. “Ava, that thing belongs in a museum.”
“Fine,” I huffed. “I’ll throw it out.”
We finally loaded everything into Logan’s car.
“Next stop your new place,” Logan said as he started the engine.
I bit my lip, suddenly nervous.
This was real.
I was really moving out.
The drive to my new apartment was quiet. Logan was focused on the road, Charlotte was humming along to the music, and I was lost in thought.
When we pulled up, I exhaled. “Here we go.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “You sure about this place?”
I nodded. “It’s not fancy, but it’s mine.”
He didn’t say anything, but I caught the way his jaw tightened.
What was wrong with him?
Unpacking took hours! I had a few things but it still took us a long time.
Charlotte took over organizing the kitchen, muttering about how I had “the worst taste in groceries.” I Know that!. Logan helped move the heavier boxes which were books, mostly occasionally tossing sarcastic comments my way.
At one point, he sat down on my couch well, the couch I got secondhand and smirked. “I give it a month before you start complaining about this place.”
I threw a pillow at him. “I like it.”
“Sure you do.”
Charlotte walked in with two sodas, tossing one to me. “Alright, that’s enough bickering. We’re almost done.”
I looked around.
The place was still a little empty, but it was starting to feel like home.
By the time we finished, the sun was setting.
Charlotte stretched. “Well, I’d say we did a good job.”
Logan stood, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You need anything else?”
I shook my head. “I think I’m good.”
He hesitated.
For a second, it looked like he wanted to say something. But then he just nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you later, nerd.”
And with that, he walked out.
I stared after him, my heart doing stupid things again.
Charlotte nudged me. “You should just date him already.”
I groaned. “Not this again.”
She grinned. “I’m just saying.”
I ignored her, but deep down, I couldn’t help but wonder.
Maybe she wasn’t wrong.
I'm ready to date Logan Carter, the campus heart throb.