Hey guys. Real quick; if you received a notification saying I updated/posted chapter 9, just know I edited it the best I could. And that this is the new part.
Anyway. Read on. :)
P.S. This is a bit different. Maybe if you guys like it there'll be more in the future.
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-(Logan's POV)- {wtf amirite}
"I cannot believe this Logan. We raised you to be better than this! Are you kidding right now? Is this another one of your dumb jokes?!"
"No mom. I swear!"
"Don't swear to your mother!" A hard slap knocks my head to the side.
I sigh quietly, knowing that crying is just going to make it worse.
"How do you have a 79 in English?!" My mom yells again.
"I don't know! Ask the fucking teacher!" I snap and rush out of the house and into my car.
God I hate it there. It's like I'm breathing but drowning at the same time in that god forsaken house.
A lot of people would ask me why I joined football, because in freshman year I was smaller than Cameron, no offense to him or anything, but my answer was a fake one. Because I like sports.
No, I hate sports. But I'm not an artist, I'm not musically inclined, sure I can sing okay but I'm not the greatest, I hate taking pictures, I joined simply because it's less time at home.
My parents literally breathe down my neck and I'm tired. So so tired of them.
A 79. That's not bad right? At least it's not in the twenties.
But my parents, lord forgive me for saying this, but they're such dicks. They don't understand anything about what school is like nowadays. It's much, much harder.
I didn't ask to be in AP classes, they forced me into them. It's not as easy as they think.
But whatever right? I should be grateful for this and grateful for that, I should be grateful I'm not living on the streets.....
......but I would take any other place than my own. I'm not exaggerating either.
Maybe I'm just a piece of shit kid who knows nothing, and I'm only complaining for shits and giggles, but I would hope no one thinks that.
I sigh and park my car at a random parking lot. I look up and see an all too familiar coffee shop.
Hot chocolate does sound wonderful though.
I hop out of my car, no it's not a Porsche, and walk in the silent shop.
"Welcome to-........I knew you'd come around."
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. "Can I just have a hot chocolate? Medium."
"Sure thing beautiful."
I sigh. He's gorgeous but last time I checked I was straight.
I just contradicted myself didn't I?
"Here you are. It's on the house."
I pull my card out anyway.
"Didn't you hear me? I said it's free."
"I heard. But I'd feel bad."
"Cute and kind? I think I found the one."
This time I roll my eyes as he hands me back my card.
"So cliché Oliver." I mutter and take a seat inside a random booth.
Oliver then comes my way and sits right next to me, cornering me against the wall.
"So how was your day sweetie?" He asks and wraps an arm around me.
I groan and push his arm off.
"It was fine. Don't touch me."
"What's that red mark on your cheek?"
"It's nothing. How was your day, sweetie?" I snap.
Oliver just smiles and interlocks our hands.
"Great now that you're here."
I roll my eyes again.
"I need to go." I say, waiting for him to get up.
"You just got here." He frowns.
I don't say anything and close my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder, fighting back tears.
I don't want to go home.
"Logan, please tell me what's wrong. You never even dare to touch me, much less get near me, you're starting to worry me."
I push the lump in my throat back.
"I'm okay." I whisper.
He lets our hands go and instead pulls me against him in a hug.
"No you're not. But I understand you don't want to talk about it. Let's talk about something else. How's school?"
The lump comes back harder, and I find myself crying into his chest.
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MY BABY. IM SO SORRY ;(
Anyway. This is basically a filler chapter. I wanted to update for you guys but needed something short, I have homework.
Tell me what you think of this, and hey, if you like it......maybe Logan will have his own story/chapters.
Love y'all.
~SAD (SterekAndDestiel)
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