Between Logan and Jamie {complete}

Logan: 5.

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I groaned, wanting to genuinely kill myself. “Kill me,” I breathed, aiming my remark at Jeremy. “And do it quickly so I can be done with this.”

“Five more minutes,” he urged me, as we both jogged around the court.

“I’ve been running for forty-five minutes,” I said, actually feeling my muscles protesting weakly. “I want to stop.”

“Nope,” Jeremy said, checking his watch. “Run, Logan, run!”

“Urghh,” I groaned, pushing myself to run. The rest of the team had gone in twenty minutes ago, but I was determined to work off the amount of food I’d been consuming; I also needed to build up my leg muscles as much as was humanely possible in a week.

“Come on, three minutes left,” Jeremy said encouragingly, but his voice just sounded taunting. I had to beat the clock; I had to run for three more minutes. I groaned, but then decided to save my breath – now it was actually painful to breathe. Three minutes passed.

“If you can do that, you can do five more minutes,” Jeremy said, winking at me. I collapsed on the ground, ignoring the stab of pain as I hit the floor.

“Ugh,” I groaned. “Never make me do this again.”

“Tomorrow, and the next day, and the day following,” Jeremy said, looking at the note I’d written earlier. “You made me swear to it.”

“I forgot how painful exercise was,” I sighed, trying to get oxygen to my lungs as soon as I possibly could. “How do people run for this long?”

“Try being a cheerleader,” Jeremy snorted, looking over at the group of girls on the field next to the court. “God, they rehearse every two minutes.”

“Dancers do that,” I said, sitting up against the court’s net fence. “If that can be called dancing.”

I usually watched the cheerleaders purely for Jamie, as she did actually make it look like a dance. No matter how much I ridiculed it, I couldn’t ridicule her. But as I looked out onto the field now, I found myself looking for a blonde with different coloured eyes. I found the blonde, still with her baby blue eyes which was somewhat of a disappointment, but she was wearing leggings unlike all the other cheerleaders. I suspected it was either because the weather was freezing or she didn’t particularly want to flash everyone while doing the leaps and flips that they did. I smiled, watching her. Jeremy eyed me suspiciously.

“You like her, don’t you?” he asked me.

“Who?” I asked, playing innocent.

“You know who,” he smirked. “Jenna. You like her, don’t you?”

“No,” I said, rolling my eyes. “God, just because I’m gay, you people immediately assume.”

“Hey, I’m on your side,” Jeremy said, holding up his hands in defence. “You know, aside from the I-Don’t-Talk-To-Anyone thing, I actually like you, Logan.”

“Oh,” I said, somewhat surprised. “Thank you, Jeremy.”

“Spoken to Jamie?” he asked me.

“On the phone yesterday,” I sighed, a little miserable as I brought it up. “But we were doing the trail run and I had to go. It was her dad’s birthday; she had a load of family round. So we were both kinda busy, and I couldn’t talk to her much. And now I think she’s out with Noah again, that’s her sister, the blonde one in the year below us. So I can’t talk to her now either.”