Mistaken

Chapter Two: Awkward.

[Logan's POV]

I stared up at Austin, frozen at his smirk. I shook my head, then straightening my skirt. "Well, hi." I said, almost awkwardly. Austin just stared, as I could see his eyes flick up and down. I knew it already. I was crushing. "Ahh... No. I've got my way." He grinned. "O-Okay.. Uhm.. I'm Logan," I felt my face flushing red. Austin chuckled "We've gone through this. Nice outfit, by the way." He said, me blushing harder. I looked down at the pink floral shirt, and the black flowery skirt. "Yeah, I guess," I looked back at him. "You look good, too." At this point, I think he could feel my blush. He just chuckled, saying "See you later,

Pretty Boy." He bent down, picking up his backpack and walking past me. I turned around, totally not checking out his bum. I had to say, that boy was fit. When I fell, I felt his chest. And, holy shit. He's ripped. After about five minutes of going absolutely gay, I came back to reality by being pushed up against a locker. I quickly blinded out of the dream, staring up at Mayson, the Quarterback from our school football team. "Got a crush, transgender boy?" He spit into my face. "The only thing I'd crush is your face." My face was red with rage, and embarrassment. I squirmed against Mayson's grip, him winding up to punch me. "Hold the fuck up." I heard deep, angered voice coming from behind me. "Drop Logan. Now." Mayson chuckled, his back to the mysterious figure. "Transgender boy?" Mayson laughed, which to me sounded like Satan playing the violin.  "Fine." He said, dropping me then turning around. "Good." The boy was Austin, looking as mad as a wild bull on steroids. He punched Mayson in the face, a loud "CRUNNNCH" sound occurring as he punched him. Mayson stumbled back, "What the fuck, dude?" Mayson leaned against the locker, in pain. I stood there, in awe of what Austin had just done. For me. Austin stood there, breathing heavily with rage, then ran to me. I parted my lips to say something, yet he talked quicker."You've got to be careful, Pretty Boy." He said. I looked up at him. "Why the hell did you do that?" I said, angered yet relieved. "You're my friend. And, you're cute." He exclaimed, the rage going from his face. His sneer turned into a smile. "Be careful, mate." The bell rang, and he turned. Talking over his shoulder, he said. "I'll be back, Pretty Boy." He walked into his class room, as I followed behind him. Apparently we had the same