big time crush: logan mitchell x reader
des.- in which you are the dumbest person heâs ever met and he canât help but to fall in love with you
tags/warnings: fluff, ur really stupid, slowest burn to the point it doesnât even burn
a/n: for my himbos, bimbos, thembos, and everything in between. they/them are intentional and used to describe the reader.
âNo dude, I genuinely do not like them,â Logan groaned for the umpteenth time, burrowing his face into his hands. âYou guys just donât get it âcuz youâre stuck in trig! Theyâre genuinely so-I donât even get how sheâs in the same class as me!â
âItâs Hollywood, brains arenât the biggest thing casters are worried about,â Kendall shrugged, tossing him an apple. James primped his hair before smiling.
âYeah, just look at Carlos.â
âRude!â Speak of the devil, as the helmet-bearer slid out from the yellow slide. âIâll have you know I scored way higher than Logan once on a silence test.â
âYeah, in like first grade?â Logan grinned, before shaking his head. âI canât stand them guys! They literally asked me what a cosine was!â
âI donât know what a cosine is,â James muttered.
âThatâs not the point-Although thatâs actually really sad for you. Either way, them sitting next to me is so obnoxious. They fix their hair every second, and they always wear these earrings that make so much noise when y/n moves their head, and they did their nails the other day and theyâre so-â
âIf youâre distracted by your nails, Logan, you probably have a crush on them,â James sighed. Logan simply took a bite of the apple that was aforementioned, rolling his eyes in frustration. âI donât see the issue, why donât you just take an hour off of math? We only need four hours a day.â
âNo!â He immediately exclaimed, face heating up. He didnât even know why he didnât want to leave that class, but he knew he just couldnât. Carlos gave Kendall and James a knowing look, Logan rolling his eyes and leaving to his room.
âOooh, let me guess, Virgo!â You beamed at Logan.
âYes,â he sighed. âLetâs move on to part two-â
âYou got this one wrong,â you pointed. âItâs not supposed to be an integer, the answer should be an algebraic equation.â
âFor i n three x equals five?â Logan asked quizzically, confused how you even knew what algebra was from the emptiness going on in your head.
âUhm, ya,â you chewed your gum. âOh, want some gum by the way?â He waved a dismissive hand as you leaned over and sighed. âDo you not remember this or something? You have to expo-nen-shi-ate both sides. UhmâŚOh! Thatâs x equals three to the fifth power which is 243. So, the answer is C.â
ââŚAre you sure?â He asked, hiding his doubt as best as he could but you could tell his tone was dripping with some pity.
âLogan, Iâm not that stupid. Call over Mr. Lee and see, Iâm right!â He sighed, hesitating to raise his hand. There was absolutely no way you were correct, but if he could indulge you to avoid a ridiculous argument it would be better. And he didnât want to see you upset, that would be worse for some reason he didnât understand.
âYes, Mitchell? Whatâs this?â
âQuestion 4, Lee,â you grinned, knowing you would prove him wrong.
âOh, yes. Youâre right, it is C. Do you need me to explain it?â You could tell Loganâs cheeks were heating up with a blush, and you tried to hide your smug smile while popping a bubble from your gum.
âNo, I donât think we need it. Thanks though!â
You were minding your own business in the library, your favorite study environment. You didnât understand anything, but you were having fun looking through books with ridiculous words and formulas that would never be of use to you. You knew very well that Logan thought you were, âdumb,â and you could care less. It was honestly amusing seeing how pressed he would get over your lack of knowledge on a subject, especially math.
You didnât like or dislike him, it was justâŚA consistent relationship. Thatâs the best way you could describe it, so angry and tense but it flowed so well at the same time. Like a rushing current. You jumped at someone popping up behind you.
âHow did you get that math problem right?!â Logan exclaimed, a leaf in his big hair. You rolled your eyes and flicked it out, snapping your gum in exaggerated annoyance.
âItâs just calc, Logan. Just âcuz I donât know what an iso-iso-se, never mind, the names of all the triangles doesnât mean I didnât get into calc for a reason.â
âYou didnât know what a function was, y/n.â You giggled and shoved a book back into its home on the shelf.
âYouâre so dumb for someone so smart. Bad bitches are good at history over math anyways.â
âI think I like them, dude,â Logan said exasperatedly, James throwing his hands up in relief.
âFinally! Youâve been blowing the group chat everyday talking about how dumb their hair and nails look, criticizing every single detail of their outfit and yet you have put up every single gum wrapper heart they made you on your wall!â James gestures towards the collection, something Logan acquired over the semester, keeping every single one.
âItâs just polite!â Logan insisted. âThey told me they kept my math notes in their favorite folder-Do you know how sweet that is?! What an idiot!â He groaned, shaking his head.
âIâve never heard someone love so violently, Logan,â James sighed and combed his hair out. âAsk them out or something, just stop blowing up the group chat. Iâm trying to watch Gilmore Girls, and you my friend, are not helping.â
You sighed after arriving at your apartment, kicking off your shoes and flopping onto your bed. You grabbed your book bag to dig for 1984 to do your assigned reading, and as you yanked it out a silvery piece of paper flew with it.
It was a crude gum wrapper heart. It was uneven and folded quite badly and it looked like itâs been through a lot, but attached to it was a sticky note.
Thanks for the trash. Decided to show my gratitude.
You beamed, knowing exactly who it was. Logan. You quickly got to work with a pack of gum, grabbing the wrappers. Oh, you couldnât wait to shove these in his bag.
And little did you know how happy he would be to find them.