I'll Protect You (Re-Edit #2, 2016)

Watch out, folks--Park Sparrow is going to file a lawsuit

Dedicated to Yellowish15 for these perfect, perfect, and beyond perfect banners she made using Grant Gustin as Logan Cross because hey, Grant Gustin is literally the bae. 

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Sophia Misser was a long time friend of Logan's, having known each other since they were eleven. They met at XYZ, where Sophia's brother had been training Logan and Sophia had come along for a visit. They were tight as thieves, apparently, and because her brother wanted her to experience more of the world, she had been sent to Cross Academy to expand her perspective on life with Logan at her side. 

She enjoyed pop songs and ice-cream sundaes that Logan made because Italian gelato was terrible compared to his. She recently bought Chanel perfume to add to her collection, and her most recent pair of sunglasses got lost in the airport. She especially enjoyed this scent called Tropical Paradise as well as telling people her whole life story in the shortest time span possible 

How did I know all of this? Well, you readers should spend twenty minutes with Sophia Misser. You'll know everything. 

In just twenty minutes! Maybe even less! Call now and you can find out everything you want in such a short amount of time, you'll be dying to stab your eyes out with a knife. If your call is made within the next minute, I'll even supply you with the knife.

I should've known nothing of this girl the way Jon Snow knew nothing. But this girl just kept talking and talking the entire walk into the courtyard. She seemed concerned with making sure Logan knew all about her summer, but also explaining the universal reason for her existence to us as well as what kind of shade yellow had to be for her to wear it. 

I had an urge to stab something every time Logan laughed at her words. Particularly myself. 

Don't be jealous, Park, I thought, clutching my bag with tight hands. There were people waving at me as they passed, yelling 'welcome back's' to Logan and me as they darted up the steps. I was suddenly grateful for the distraction going through the main entrance gave me. At least I didn't have to listen in completely on Sophia's French adventures. 

You brought this on yourself, I continued, watching as Sophia giggled at something Logan said while rubbing his shoulder. 

"I have AP Organic Chemistry," Minnie started, the first person to do so ever since Sophia arrived. "I definitely don't want to be late to that, so I'll see you at lunch, Finch." She gave me a sympathetic smile, patting my shoulder before she headed up the steps, joined immediately by James Mayfield, who threw a poisonous glare at Logan's back.

"Don't do anything rash," muttered Zen into my ear. Then he straightened and turned to the remaining two-thirds of the Unholy Trinity. "Do you guys mind showing me where the English lecture hall is?"

Josh and Mark seemed all too eager to leave, and soon, there were only four of us left, something I most definitely wasn't happy with. I wanted so badly just to detach myself and leave for class. Darkwood seemed about ready to make a break for it, but we both knew that anywhere I went, Logan would follow. 

And it seemed anywhere Logan headed, Sophia would be there as well. 

"Do something," Darkwood murmured. "Throw yourself out a window so I can take you to the hospital. Anything."

That almost sounded tempting. 

I felt my history textbook brush against my leg, and an idea sparked in my mind. It wasn't the most brilliant idea--but I'm Captain Park Sparrow. All of my ideas end up mind-blowing. Or on fire. 

I pulled the textbook out of my bag and stopped walking for a moment, feeling the weight in my palms. The next thing I knew, I had chucked the thing so far down the hall as though I was tossing a javelin down the field. Luckily for us, since Logan was dawdling around to catch up with Sophia, the masses in the hallway had already thinned down to two or three other kids rushing to class. All of them shrieked as A History of the Four Corners of the World flew past them and smacked against a window.