Lies

Chapter 8

Kagami

PE finally arrives and I thank the gods above for making this day go by quicker. I want to go home and lay on my bed. I want to take a shower and feel the steam rise as the water hits my skin. I want to immerse my life into a book. I don't want to worry about a boy who has no issue leaving me with perturbing thoughts, but he did and I continue to think of him.

"Kagami! We are doing archery today." Logan walks over to me as I grab my bow. "Looks like you already knew that though." He laughs off his embarrassment.

I grab the black recurve bow that's located on the rack and test the string out. My bow isn't great, but it satisfies what I need to do. I grab a total of three arrows, each of them having a narrow orange notch at the very end to contact the bowstring. They are light and pierce nicely into the wooden targets.

"I saw them set up the field while I was in science class." I gleam.

"Is this your favorite thing to do?" Logan grabs a bow from the many provided. He starts testing it out by pulling the rope back. He pulls it with ease and for a moment I envy him.

"My favorite thing is fencing. This comes second." I head over to the targets that are set up on the field. Logan follows behind.

On the field there are a total of seven targets, three are farther than most. Students have to line up at a target of their choosing and shoot. More skillful archers, like myself, will likely choose the farther targets, while the majority of students choose the closer ones. You get three chances to hit the bullseye and then your time is up. After all students finish hitting their target, we are all ordered to retrieve our arrows. Another way to keep us from shooting one another.

Logan follows me to the line with one of the farther targets. He doesn't seem worried about the distance, but then again I've taken into account that he may be good. He's third ranked at school for exams and has attractive features. However he's humble about it which is a great character trait for him and as a bonus he doesn't give off the flirtatious vibe that Felix does.

His hair flames brightly with the hit of the sun and I notice him smiling as he notices me watching him. He doesn't say anything to embarrass my captivation of him. Logan is up next and he looks pretty thrilled. He grabs his arrows and lays them on the table in front. He runs his fingers through his hair pushing it away from his face. His hand reaches for an arrow and he pulls it back slowly. His concentration is another face I've never seen and it intrigues me.

He let's go and the arrow cuts through the air and a slap of the string connects with Logan's skin. He doesn't wince, but watches his arrow as it hits just beneath the bullseye. He clenches his fist and smiles at his first hit. He's happy. With each arrow he closes the gap. The last arrow hitting the bullseye.

He turns around and the pride in his eyes shows. I feel the part of me wanting to compete and wonder if Logan is that type of person. I can easily knock his arrow out, but will this upset him? I start to second guess whether to go all out, but if he wants to start out as friends this is what I do. I live for moments like these and if he decides in the end he still wants to date me, then I will be happy to.

My turn comes up and Logan stands to my right as he waits for me. He says good luck and I smile at the sweet comment. I won't need it, but I'll humble myself for now. My fingers graze over each arrow placed on the table and I twirl it around my fingers. While pointing my bow down, I place the arrow against my bow and slide the plastic tip of the arrow onto the string. My torso is straight up, with my collar bone parallel to the arrow. I pull the bow up and raise it to eye level.

I aim at the target, breathe in slowly and focus my concentration on Logan's arrow. My left hand pulls the string back and for a moment I just hear the wind. It's only me and the target. I exhale as I let go and hear the arrow whistle as it glides through the air. The string lashes me and the pain is endurable.