Maybe

A/N: Some pointless rambling while I was trying to avoid my algebra homework. If you read, review please!!

Disclaimer: I disclaim.

Logan Huntzberger was alone, which was not a feeling he particularly liked. It was also not a feeling he identified with, because this was the first time in – well, in his life – that he could remember not getting his way.

He sat in his (silent) apartment with a can of beer in his hand as he watched the Red Socks get slaughtered by the Yankees. Those fucking Yankees. He groaned and put his feet on the coffee table in front of him.

He sighed when he looked at the digital clock and realized that he also had a paper due within the next hour that he hadn't even started yet.

On top of all this, he had just been dumped, which had certainly never happened to him, thankyouverymuch.

Ace – his Ace was gone.

Maybe he would have felt a little bit better about this whole thing if he knew that he hadn't treated her like shit. Maybe he shouldn't have slept with the entire bridal party at his sister's wedding.

Maybe he would have felt better about himself if he hadn't called her a slut before she walked out the door.

Maybe none of this would have happened if she hadn't been in love with that damn punk, Jess Mariano.