“Logan, you are the greatest thing since sliced bread! I could just eat you up!”
Jo raced up to Logan Mitchell and gave him a bear hug and a lip lock which, up to this moment, had been reserved only for Kendall Knight.
“Thanks, I think.”
Logan laughed. Then he bolted and nearly crashed into Carlos Garcia.
Logan grabbed Carlos. “Sorry. But we gotta get out of here!”
Jo chased Logan.
“Logan, Honeybunch. Why’d you run off like that?”
“C’mon.” Logan yanked Carlos by the arm. “You don’t suppose Camille and Kendall are off somewhere making out?”
“Not on your life, Logan Mitchell!”
Logan and Carlos skidded to a halt and collided with Camille. All three of them tumbled to the floor. Jo ran up to them and Camille practically spat at her.
“Tell that tramp –”
“Tramp!” Jo put her hands on her hips and glared at Camille. “Who are you calling a tramp? It takes one to know one, Camille!”
“Ooh, a cat fight!” Carlos tapped his hockey helmet twice as he and Logan sat on the floor.
Camille untangled herself from Logan and Carlos. They jumped up from the floor and Camille confronted Jo.
“Go slink back to Kendall, Tramp!”
“Then go pest Carlos because Logan is mine!”
“Carlos? Are you crazy? Carlos is nuts! I mean, does he ever take that hockey helmet off of his head? I bet he even wears it in the shower.”
“I do not wear it in the shower!”
Carlos looked genuinely hurt. Logan felt sorry for him. He knew it was time to end this little cat fight.
“Look, girls,” Logan said. “You’re both great. But the truth is, Jo, you are Kendall’s girl. And Camille –”
“I s’pose we coud go out once in a while as, you know, boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Camille said. She kissed Logan.