The Journalist and The Photographer vs The Soccer Player

Day Before the Dance

~Two Weeks Later~

~Logan and Roman continue the bickering, fighting, and threats every chance possible. Meanwhile, Logan and Remus grow fond of one another. They don't talk often, however, if they both end up in British Literature, a class shared in 7th period, or AP World History, commonly first period every other day, they would use Logan's phone to listen to the True Crime Podcast as Logan kept Remus up to date with notes. Luca, Janus, Vivian, and Patton are spotting something off with Logan's relationships with the twins, but they can't put their fingers on it.

In these two weeks, Logan is more relaxed on the weekends when on the phone with Remus for hours, one of them putting on a documentary of true crime, serial killers, or a new podcast one found. Meanwhile, Logan and Roman bite at each other's throats when it was time to meet up for their club. Now, the dance is the next day and Logan was dreading the idea of having to go to the dance with Roman of all people.~

"Logan, wait up," Remus said, shutting his locker and catching up with me.

"Hello," I hummed, walking toward our AP World History class.

"Are you going to the dance tomorrow?" he asked.

"Sadly, with your brother. From threatening him the first day you and he came here, the principal forced it," I sighed.

"Roman goes all out, just so you know," he told me.

"I'm not surprised," I admitted.

"Good. You got a dress picked out? Or, an outfit?" he asked.

"Vivian and her mother put something together for me. It'll... Definitely be different from what I usually wear," I told him.

"Well, I'll be the same with my outfit. A suit my dad bought, green to fit me," he explained.

"That'll be very fitting for you. Resume the one we listened to yesterday in Literature or the updated podcast?" I asked, getting my headphones out.

"Resume, I remember we were at when the guy was explaining how," he started.

"She was dragged through the woods and how police almost missed her body, I know," I said, pulling the podcast up.

~Lunch~

"Damn killers are stupid," Remus said once the podcast ended, the two of us walking to the cafeteria.

"They truly are stupid," I agreed while writing my schedule down for the next day. I walked with him once he grabbed my phone, putting some music on instead of a podcast.

"Not sure if you'll like this," he told me, handing my phone back. I paid no mind to it as he grabbed his lunch, stopping at the end of the line while the ads kept playing.

"What?" I asked, glancing up.

"Ask me a question then I'll ask you," he told me. Ah, right, our little agreement when it came to asking questions. A few days ago, he asked about a poster in my room due to a video call, so now it had to be my turn.

We only had three rules with these questions we agreed to:

1. Nothing about families unless it was our brothers.

2. Nothing about scars or pasts.

3. Nothing sexual or sexual preference-wise.

"Plans after high school?" I asked.

"Either soccer in Europe or something with police work. Why don't you eat lunch or breakfast?" he asked me. It struck me odd for a question like that.

"...Come again?"

"Why don't you eat breakfast or lunch?"

"...I just don't. I'm fine with just dinner," I said, having to stay up with him when he went to the end of the lunch line again.

"I saw you almost faint yesterday, and you haven't eaten ever in front of me, so," he told me, holding a tray out to me.

"I was a tad overworked yesterday, Remus. That's why I almost fainted," I told him. I only refused to eat because of what happened almost 10 years ago. Lunch made me physically ill for months, I also didn't wake up early enough for breakfast. Since then, lunch still made me physically ill, now only because I wasn't used to eating at that hour. Breakfast made me throw up by the time lunch rolled around.

"At least something like a... fruit? Or the bread rolls, Vivian knows not to touch you for those," he said. From getting to know him these past two weeks, I learned that he can be very persistent. So, I grabbed a bread roll, seeing him grin before he walked to our usual lunch table.

"Why do you have a bread roll? Better not live up to one of your threats," Luca asked, shifting over and away from where I usually sit.

"I won't be," I told him, taking a bite of the bread roll as Remus and I sat by each other. I hardly realized the music playing in my headphones when shooting a glare toward Roman, he shooting one right back.

"Never thought that you even ate anything," he scoffed.

"I'm not a robot or any sort of machine," I told him.

"That comes as a shocker, doing enough crap most machines do," he said.

"I'll shove this down your stupid ass throat," I snapped, hearing Remus chuckle at me.

"Sorry, sorry, continue," he said, smiling more so then grinning.

"Language, please," Patton begged.

"All her," Roman hummed, making me roll my eyes and look down at my schedule.

"Dammit, we missed the song," Remus huffed, replaying the song I had missed.

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