The Journalist and The Photographer vs The Soccer Player

The New Kid

I'm Logan Star, and I'm the new leader of the journalist club.

I'm known around the school, not for being the captain of the journalist club, or for being the top student already when in just my Sophomore year, but because of rumors that I slept with the football team. All of them.

"Logan! Thank god you're here," Vivian called out, rushing into the printing room. I turned her, an eyebrow raised. Her and I have been friends since we were kids, mostly because of my brother, Luca.

"What?" I asked.

"One of the new kids, the twins, signed up for the club. He seems like one of those punks you don't like," she huffed, out of breathe.

"Okay, if he can handle my bitter voice, then he'll stick around. But why'd you run? The other members won't show up for another 2 hours," I questioned. She paused, seeming to try and remember why.

"..Oh, right, uh, Pat is trying to smutter me," she huffed.

"Makes sense," I sighed heavily.

"I'll be back later, I need to keep moving," she told me.

"Fine by me, I'll meet you all at lunch," I told her. She waved, then rushed out.

I turned back to the printers, waiting for the last papers to be printed. I was waiting 10 more minutes, and they still weren't done.

"Didn't know a teacher led the club," a male's voice spoke suddenly.

I spun around, seeing the new guy.

Brown hair, honey-nut eyes, fair skin, football jacket from another school, jeans, band shirt.. Interesting.

"I'm not a teacher, I'm one of the Sophomore kids," I scoffed, stacking some papers.

"No need to scoff, pretty girl," he grinned. I looked at him with a cold stare.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm one of the new kids, Roman, Roman Alexander," he introduced.

"Let's see how long you'll last here," I told him. He rose an eyebrow, then glare back a bit.

"Bitter tongue I see," he scoffed.

"I won't hesitate to use it," I snapped back.

"What even is your name?" He asked, voice going bitter.

"Logan, Logan Star. The leader of the club, Alexander," I told him.

"I saw that name, didn't think it'd be a short, Sophomore girl, but rather possibly a taller, more respectful guy," he rolled his eyes.

"Don't. Refer to me as a man, if you continue, you'll have to call me ma'am, got it?" I bit back.

"Anyways, I didn't get a chance to see your paper," I continued before he could respond.

"Well, so much for a club leader," he scoffed.

"I said I'd want to be a photographer, take pictures for the paper," he continued before I could respond. Playing my game.

"We'll see, club isn't until 8th hour today, and 9th hour on Fridays. Every other day you can come and find me for new or something," I told him.

"Down in the Algebra 1 class?" He laughed.

"I said I was in Sophomore, not Freshmen, and no, I'd be in the Trigonometry class, English 4 class, Chemistry, AP European History, and AP Calculus AB, get your facts right, pretty boy," I scoffed.

"Ohh, smart girl now eh?" He scoffed back, venom in his voice.

"I'll see you 8th hour, Alexander," I told him.

He instead leaned against the door frame of the printing room.

"What now?" I snapped at him.

"Just watching to learn," he grinned.

God he's stupid..

"I said we meet 8th hour today, you can't miss classes," I told him.

"I'll survive pretty girl," he said smugly.

I rolled my eyes, putting newspapers together, putting them in stacks.

"Don't make them to tall now pretty girl," he teased. "You won't be able to reach the top," he laughed.

I turned, looking at him.

"Don't test my limits before you're kicked out," I told him. He just grinned widely.

This was going to be a long semester..

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