~[BTR HighSchool AU, 3rd PPOV]
Meet Logan Mitchell. Spectacles wearing, 17 years old nerd, albeit rather fit.
Over there, at the end of the gym on the opposite team, is James Diamond, standing tall. Handsome as fuck, amazing voice… Literally everyone is head over heels for him.
Even Logan.
But no one needs to know that.
"How long do we have to do this?" Logan grunts, asking his best friend, Carlos Garcia, as he evades a ball.
Yeah, they're playing dodge ball… And it's P.E. time.
"Uh… 20 more minutes till' P.E. is over," Carlos glances at his watch, evading a ball.
Meet Carlos Garcia. Short but ripped, is extremely popular at school like James, also a singer.
"I hate this," Logan jumps to the right, evading another flying red ball, watching James pick one up from far. 'I wouldn't mind getting hit by a ball from him,' Logan thinks with a small grin, Carlos pushes him away from James' ball.
"I know what you're thinking, no. Bad Logie. We're low on throwers and you're gonna purposefully get yourself hit by a ball from him?" Carlos scolds Logan with a big scowl, the latter whimpers as a response. "Fine," Logan grunts, picking up a ball and throwing it with all his strength, cheering once he hit the opposing team.
He glances at James, who doesn't even notice him… Until he turns his head, meeting Logan's own eyes. Logan quickly adverts his eyes, picking up another ball, he manages to hit another person, narrowing their teams down to a 5vs5 match.
Logan dodges a few more balls, actually rather surprised at how good he is at dodging, he picks up another ball.
Time passed and shit went down, the fight got more and more intense, balls were being thrown left and right, up and under.
"Noo," Carlos whines, a ball from James manages to hit him. "Lucky," Logan frowns widely, getting a facepalm from Carlos, he glares at the boy. "You're the only one left, better win this, Logie," He says, stepping out of the ring.
Everyone watches anxiously, though most people vouched for James. For the first time in forever, it was down to the nerd and the singer jock.
"Wait, I'm the only one left?" Logan whispers to himself, feeling James' burning eyes on him. Part of him actually enjoyed James looking at him for once, the other, more competitive part wants him to win this.
They were both fast, dodging each other's throw…
But Logan was faster. Somehow.
Carlos ran over to him, tackling him with a big grin, "You did it!" He screams, his other team mates also running over and praising him. "Not so bad for a nerd," His team leader holds a hand out, offering him help to get up.
Soon, they made their way into the lockers room. Logan, making his way to a closed stall, tells Carlos to go ahead and eat lunch first.
He took his time, making sure he's very clean before exiting the bathroom… Finding his locker unlocked.
"Wha…?" He frowns, fearing for the worst.
Indeed he was right.
He sees his clothes torn to bits, with a small note attached inside, 'That's what you get for embarrassing James like that,' He frowns.
"Are you… Okay?" James wanders over, seeing the boy frozen in-front of his locker.
For once, anger flares up in him. Usually he'd be swooned over by James' presence alone but… This, this pissed something in him.
"Oh, suddenly you care?" He asks angrily, James jolts slightly, a bit startled by the sudden anger. He glances into Logan's locker and immediately notices the torn clothes and the note. "Wait, no. You don't think-" He tries to talk, only for Logan to grunt angrily, stopping his words.
"Tell your jock friends 'Thank you', that shirt totally did not mean anything to me, at all," He snarls with full sarcasm, thankful he hadn't brought in his favorite clothes. "Carlos," He picks up his phone, calling his best friend, trying to hold in his anger and tears.
He knew James was a jock, he should've seen it coming.
"Logan, I didn't ask them to do that! Please," He pleads, only for the shorter boy to glare at him as he slams his locker door shut. "D-Do you have any backup clothes?" Logan asks Carlos through his phone, walking away.
"What the fuck," James breathes out, pissed off. Not at Logan, but at whoever the hell did this.
There goes his fucking chance with the doe-eyed angel.