Scoring Hearts

18.

Gigi

I woke up to an empty bed and decided to head downstairs to make breakfast and tea. Logan was at training and would be home in an hour. As I sat down and talked with his mom, our conversation naturally drifted toward the plan for the 26th. I needed help getting in touch with the parents of the other players, and luckily, Dianne had their numbers. It worked out perfectly.

Dianne expressed pride in the idea I had come up with and appreciated the thoughtfulness behind it. It warmed her heart that I wanted to make the lads happy again.

"Dianne, do you have some of the parents' numbers?" I asked, hoping that my boyfriend's mother would have them.

"Yes, dear, I do. Whose do you need?" she smiled at me.

"Almost all of them! Hahahaha!" I couldn't stop laughing about it; I didn't know why. Since I was so close with all of the boys and never got to meet their parents, the situation struck me as amusing.

It was my last day in the city for quite some time, and I had to go back to school. I was going to be away for a while, and I knew I was going to miss the Logan's very much. Leaving them was always tough, but I always knew I'd be coming back.

"I'm going to miss you, Mama. It's so hard leaving everyone every single time. I'm glad this is my last semester because I don't know how much longer I can do this." I couldn't be more upset, and it was clear I was about to cry. I wasn't someone who normally cried or was very emotional, but ever since I started dating Logan, that boy brought out the sensitive part in me.

"I know, love. But soon, you will be out of school and have a job, possibly living down here," she said with a smile, clearly very happy at the thought of me living in Liverpool soon.

We continued to talk for a while until Logan came home. He had showered after training to spend more time with me today. When he walked in, he saw the two of us on the couch watching TV. He laughed and sat down next to us. Eventually, he laid his head in my lap, and I started playing with his hair.

Dianne went to the store to grab a few things, giving us a little alone time before I left in an hour. Logan and I stayed on the couch and just talked.

"How was training today?" I asked.

"It was good. Andy and I were getting lots more cross practice in so we can try and get more assists," he said as he walked into the kitchen to get a cup of water.

"Good. Is your stupid competition still going on?" I laughed at him.

"Of course! It never stops. I gotta beat him, or he's going to get all cocky about it, you know."

"You two and your stupid games. Always brings out the laughter."

We kept talking, but eventually, we had to mention the one thing we both hated.

"I know we don't like talking about this, but I'm leaving in 1 hour, love. I have to start packing up," I said, walking upstairs to pack my bag. "Ugh, I hate that you have to go. It's always the worst part."

"I know, but you will see me in 3 weeks." "I don't want to wait that long. Why can't you come back earlier?"

"Logan. We have talked about this. No matter how much I care about you, graduating is equally important." I was moving around the room, grabbing everything I could to make sure I was all packed up.

"I hate that you have to go. It's always the worst part," he sighed. "I know, but you will see me in 3 weeks."

"I don't want to wait that long. Why can't you come back earlier?" "Logan. We have talked about this. No matter how much I care about you, graduating is equally important." I was moving around the room, grabbing everything I could to make sure I was all packed up.

"I know, but I want to be your priority."

"You are a priority. But so is me graduating and finding a good job and living my life."

"I understand that you graduating is important. But I hate you leaving me every couple of weeks. I don't like it at all. It hurts so much." "I hear what you are saying, but it hurts me too. I am the one who has to leave. I leave a place that is now home to me every couple of weeks. It is the worst feeling in the world sometimes. I hate seeing your face like that when I leave."

"Then stay, don't go. Don't leave me. Not again. Why can't you realize I don't want you to go? Please."

"Logan. I care about you so much. But I need you to understand that I have to go. Why can't you realize I don't want to go, but I have to? I have to think about myself for once. I don't like leaving, but I have to." "I don't think we are ever going to agree on this, are we?"

"No, I don't think so. Great. Well, I have to leave, so I will see you when I get back. I'll get Andy to drive me to the station, so don't worry." "Okay. See you then."

I walked out of the door, leaving him behind. This was the first time we had ever left each other in a fight. I called Andy to come get me and take me to the station, and he was there in 10 minutes. We talked for about 40 minutes about everything that happened. He remained neutral about the situation because he cared about them both. Eventually, he had to leave me because the train was boarding. We said our goodbyes and shed a few tears. I hated leaving with a passion; every time I left, I cried so much. Finally, the train set off and left back to Glasgow.