Between Logan and Jamie {complete}

Logan: 3.

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I groaned and stretched, glad to have escaped the coach. Jenna and I hadn’t spoken since I’d snapped at her. God, I hated cheerleaders; Jamie was the only cheerleader I liked. Primarily because she had a cheerleading body and a real personality, unlike all the others. Secondarily because I had known her since I was ten, before she became a cheerleader and so it didn’t really count. I sighed, checking my phone – no signal. Typical. I missed her already.

“Move it, dyke,” Chrysta said, pushing past me with her new boyfriend Todd, it would seem.

“Oh, great,” I said to myself, irritated. “Haven’t heard that one before.”

I took my case off the coach with ease and watched as Jenna struggled to haul hers off. I sighed and took it off her, dragging both hers and mine behind me and up through the gates. We were here for a weeks’ worth of training and then two weeks of matches, leading up to the final. I was nervous, but not so nervous I doubted myself; the Knights were a good team and we’d win if we stayed confident in each other. This was where we were staying; The Carlton Lodge. It had four basketball halls and twelve huge dorms, big enough for a team and their cheerleaders each. I sighed, thinking of the cheerleaders. I hated them, I really hated them.

“Thank you,” Jenna murmured, as I put her case down by the entrance.

“You’re welcome,” I sighed, heading inside the dorm. She could carry it into the dorm; it was only three feet. I walked straight to the back corner and chose the bed furthest away from everyone else; I did not want to have to communicate with anyone in the evenings. I purposefully set all my things next to the wall so I could face away from everyone, and sat down on my bed, relieved to finally be settled somewhere. My phone suddenly buzzed and I looked at it in surprise – victory! I had signal.

Aiyen is home for dad’s birthday :) x

It was Jamie. I smiled and walked outside, narrowly sidestepping various cheerleaders as I went. I walked through the courtyard with the outside basketball court, and then went to sit on a bench outside. I composed my reply.

Tell him I said hello! And wish your dad a happy birthday, sucks I can’t be there. x

My phone buzzed almost immediately.

Vincent was asking after you. x

Good to know someone cares. x

Is it that bad? x

I’ve been here roughly ten minutes, and I want to ram Chrysta’s head into a wall. x

Please don’t…x

I grumbled to myself as my phone lost signal again; the next three weeks were going to be hideously long and slow without Jamie. I’d have to immerse myself in the basketball training programme before the matches. Another pang of regret hit my heart; Jamie had been to see every basketball match since I’d joined the team aged thirteen. She was my only supporter. Not that I was expecting a lot of support; I was captain of the men’s team despite being a girl.

That evening, I sat by myself in the cafeteria; the first time I’d sat alone in a lunch room since I was ten, just before I met Jamie. Damn, I was so dependent on that girl. I didn’t mind; she was dependent on me, too, but this was ridiculous. I couldn’t do anything fun because she wasn’t here. As I looked around the room, disinterested, I locked eyes with Jenna, who was sat with Chrysta. She nodded at me, as if to beckon me over, and I shook my head, smiling briefly. I’d rather sit alone than with them. It was like admitting defeat. Jeremy, one of the guys on my team, waved at me from across the hall but I refused to notice that. I didn’t want to sit with anyone if I couldn’t have Jamie.