Logan hurried out of the classroom as the final bell rang, not leaving without casting a scathing glare at a certain boy. He wouldn’t get the chance to give the famous boy a snide look when they were on camera. They needed to make him look ‘good’ or whatever it was Taylor had said. The brunette twin had promised he was a good person and that he and Tyler had just gotten off on the wrong foot.
The light brunette ignored her words but heeded them as a rule meant to be broken. Logan had never really despised anyone as much as the dark-haired boy. Not even Barron, his usual tormentor, who hadn't talked or ‘hung out’ with him for the remainder of the day. The hallway was almost empty, with the exception of a few groups of girls and guys waiting for their friends to finish packing their things away into their somehow jam-packed lockers. The sudden urgency hit him when he realized he needed to get home quickly and get ready for the group meeting later.
He maneuvered through the school’s grey and blue hallways, his worn sneakers squeaking against the polished floors. The posters on the walls, advertising various clubs and events, seemed to blur together as he rushed past them. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting long shadows that danced across the floor.
He exited through the deep navy metal doors, which guarded the school but were easy to get through. Despite their inefficiency, their main purpose was to create an entry and exit to the building. So it didn't really matter what purpose they held to begin with. The metal hinges creaked as he cracked it open, a soft gush of wind hit his face, his light brown bangs swept up before resting against his forehead again.
Outside, the campus was bustling with activity. Students lingered on the lush green fields, chatting and laughing, enjoying the warm weather. Logan glanced at his watch, realizing he had just enough time to make it home, change, and grab a quick bite before heading to the meeting spot.
As he walked briskly towards the bus stop, he couldn't help but replay the day’s events in his mind. The awkward interactions, the stares, and whispers—all of it weighed heavily on him. Yet, amid the chaos, there was a sliver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this hang-out could settle their differences and eventually win them this trophy. After all, it was unfair that they were the only group where not a single member knew each other (excluding Ben and Aiden, obviously).
The bus ride home was a blur of city streets and familiar landmarks. Logan leaned his head against the window, lost in thought. The hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of the ride provided a brief moment of calm before the storm of the evening ahead. He knew he had to be prepared, not just physically but mentally, to face whatever challenges the night would bring. The bus hissed, and the stop sign groaned as it extended to warn passing drivers.
Arriving at his stop, Logan hopped off the bus and sprinted the short distance to his house. As the bus left, screeching tires and hissing could be heard. The small, cozy home he shared with his grandparents stood at the end of the quiet cul-de-sac. He fumbled with his keys, finally managing to unlock the door and burst inside. The scent of his grandmother’s cooking filled the air, a comforting reminder of normalcy amidst the chaos of his school life.
“Logan, is that you?” his grandmother called from the kitchen.
“Yeah, it’s me!” he replied, kicking his shoes off. The pair were strewn across the small entryway, where a faint scent of lavender cleaner still lingered. He hung his keys on the key hanger by the door, a cute piece of decor. Positioned below a mirror, it had each tenant’s name labelled in different colours. Logan’s name was written in a cute baby blue colour, standing out among the other labels.
He dashed up the narrow staircase, taking the steps two at a time. His room, with its neatly organized bookshelves and posters of his favourite bands, was a sanctuary. He pulled open his dresser and closet, sifting through clothes. He selected a dark grey cashmere hoodie that felt soft and warm to the touch and a pair of jean shorts adorned with a large darker blue star pattern that gradually shrank closer to his thigh. Maybe his old Converse could work for the rustic look he was going for? He debated wearing his contacts instead of his glasses, which looked a bit shabby after not having cleaned them for so long.
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𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝘽𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙐𝙨 (An SBG fic 🥰)
أدب الهواةLogan has always been scared-scared of his future, his bullies, and his soulmate. It's been that way his whole life. But then he met Tyler, the one person who constantly gets on his nerves. Tyler, a celebrity who can't catch a break, drags Logan int...
