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The first few chapters give an insight to Logan's life. This story has a slow beginning but does speed up.

A sigh escaped me as I closed my locker. The hallway was crowded and buzzing with conversation, like sardines in a can, pushing and shoving to get by. I threw my bag over my shoulder and carried on.

Like always, the students in the hallway parted like the red sea as I walked down. It both amazed me and frustrated me. I was just a normal high school guy, I was a normal seventeen year old senior but because I was the captain of the soccer team and I was part of the 'popular group at the top of the social food chain', as my teammates called it, I was deemed different.

I was the Sardine king.

My teammates on the soccer team, and the members of the populars clique, saw it as a privilege, they saw it as a way to get what they want. They thought they were the big kids; they were the boots and the rest of the student body were the ants. They loved to squish them.

I, however, wanted to be an ant. Popularity was never an intention or interest. I just loved soccer, that was it. I had been playing it since my dad introduced it to me after I started walking. I didn't care about being popular or about getting girls, like my 'friends' were, I just wanted to be normal which was pretty hard to do when people called me 'Logan the Legend'.

I played soccer, I went to class, I did my homework. Even at after game parties I mostly stayed away from the crowds and the drama. I would keep to myself outside, drinking water from a red cup so no one said anything to me and only talking when someone spoke to me.

Being pretty tall and well built -thanks to my years of soccer training and the weekly trips to the gym- was another reason why I was singled out. I just wanted a quiet high school experience but I got anything but.

"Logan!"

I nodded my head to Connor as he stopped me from going in to my first class of the day, slapping me on the back. "Connor." I greeted.

"Never saw you this weekend." He narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinising me.

This was the way it was. I get judged for not going to a party and I get judged if I do go to a party but don't sleep with a girl or don't get drunk. It had been the same for the last three years and my patience was finally snapping.

"And that's my problem?" I raise my eyebrow.

He smirked. "You missed one hell of a party." He ran a hand through the blonde hair on his head. He was only an inch shorter than myself. "That girl.... what's her name? Lily? Layla! She was amazing."

Parties, parties and more parties. That's all anyone could give a shit about. And I think I threw up a little in my mouth.

"I heard." I responded, trying not to let the disgust mask my face. "But I had family matters to attend to."

Playing video games with my brother.

"I heard there's a new guy starting soon, Harley. Let's hope he's good at soccer, we need anothet bench warmer." He rolled his shoulders with a smirk.

I almost rolled my eyes. "Maybe don't be so concerned about others, you might end up as a bench warmer at our next game."

He scoffed a laugh, shaking his head. "See you at practice man."

I nodded my head and walked in to the class, nodding to the teacher and sitting at the back of the room with my oldest friend.

"Connor's a prick." Parker spat, staring at the doorway to where Connor just stood a few moments ago.