The Boy in the Jersey ✔️

8

Chapter 8

Thalia and I watched in horror as Logan threw another punch to Josh's face. Josh just stood there and took it, he wasn't fighting back at all. Not that I wanted to see my brother get his ass beat, but he needed to be brought down a peg.

"Logan stop!" Thalia yells.

"Logan!" I shout as he throws yet another punch to Josh's jaw.

Logan doesn't let up, if anything it was only fueling his anger more that Josh wasn't hitting him back. Or maybe it was the fact that Logan's hits weren't moving Josh. He was solid in his footing, barely swaying at each hit.

"Logan stop it!" Thalia yells again.

She rushes over to him and tries to get his attention off of Josh.

"What the hell is going on?" My dad shouts from across the field.

He was jogging over to us with a fury I hadn't seen before.

"Logan Mitchell Willis! What the fuck are you doing?" My dad yells pulling Logan back by his collar.

"It's his fault!" Logan screams.

"Get in the car." My dad says with a eerily calm voice.

"No! It's his fault we didn't win the game! It's his fault I didn't get scouted! It's all his fault!" Logan screams in my dad's face.

"That's it. I have had it with you. You're done."

Logan withdraws and a look of horror makes it's way onto his face.

"W-What?"

"I said you're done. You're off the team."

"No dad-"

"Enough!" My dad barks.

"I have given  you multiple chances, I warned you if you got into another fight what would happen. I didn't raise you this way Logan."

Logan's face morphs again and if looks could kill, Josh would be dead.

"Now get in the car" my dad tells Logan.

Logan gives one more look at Josh before turning to follow dad to the car.

"I'm gonna go with him, I wanna make sure he's ok. I'll call you later Kel." Thalia says before chasing after him.

I turn back to Josh who wipes his bloody nose with the back of his hand.

"Are you ok?" I ask him in a meek voice.

Josh lets out a slight chuckle.

"I'm fine, trust me I can take a hit. But damn he has a mean right hook."

"Let me help clean you up."

"Nah it's fine, you don't need too."

"It's the least I could do."

He studies me for a moment before briefly nodding his head.

I follow him into the locker room.

"Where the first aid kit?"

He points to a cupboard by the showers. I walk over to the cupboard at start searching for the kit. I finally find it after scanning the shelves for five minutes.

I grab a clean towel and wet it down with water before returning to a shirtless Josh.

Wait.