It was getting pretty hot waiting on the field for Miss Koffman to show up.

"OK. Musicians I called you guys out here to present the 8 seniors we have with their senior year t-shirts." Miss K. said. Every year the senior band students get t-shirts as a going away gift from Miss Koffman.

"Hey you never did tell us what you guys got on your t-shirts." James whispered across us. I think about it and they hadn't told us.

"That's the whole point of surprise." Logan says, Carlos nodding and agreeing with him. Right now I feel that all we talked about today was Logan and Carlos being seniors. My mind reels through all of our conversations as a group. Yup, all of our conversations included the word seniors in it. Carlos and Logan seemed to be last on the list, all of the seniors read what was on their shirts.

"Carlos Garcia!" Miss K called out. Carlos a little too excited ran up next to her. She hands him his t-shirt.

"On the back of my t-shirt is: With algebra you don't always have the right answer, with history you don't always have the right dates, but with drum line you always have the beat." He says. "And all of that is true unless you're Logan." He adds before running off back to us. Everyone laughs and I nudge Logan smiling.

"Last but certainly not least Logan Mitchell." She hands him his t-shirt and he laughs to himself.

"On my shirt I put: James calls me little dude, Carlos calls me the Loganator, Kendall calls me Logie. The rest of the world can call me whatever they want, as long as they don't touch my sax." Logan announces. I laugh because we have called him all those nicknames since 4th grade.

"I have had those nicknames since 4th grade but I still don't now why James called me little dude, I was actually taller than him till 5th grade." Logan says. He walks back to us as all of us get up to leave. We were almost into the building when James picks up Logan and throws him over his shoulder.

"You'll always be my little dude." James says before running off with him.

"Kendall, HELP!" I hear Logan shout. I let James run with him because I was laughing too hard to move.

NOVEMBER- 3 MONTHS LATER.

I was so happy hockey season was finally here. This year we were going to nationals I could feel it. The ice was like a third home to me. A whistle blew.

"Huddle up!" Coach yelled.

"Welcome back boys and newbies welcome!" He said excitedly. "This going to be a great season, I can feel it now."

"So most of you know the drills but you need to help the freshmen out." Coach continues to go through the list of rules. We get up and skate around watching the freshmen. I remember my freshmen year when you had all the upper classmen watching you. Logan and Carlos were there helping me and James. Practice went by easily till we were in the locker room.

"Ok boys we got to choose uniforms pick this year's captain." He barely had time to get it out before most of the team was chanting MITCHELL, MITCHELL!

"I guess our winner is Logan. What number do you want?"

"22, sir." He throws Logan the number 22 jersey and the c.

"Wait you guys are going to choose one of the four faggots before you choose me?" Another senior named Pierce said. I look over at Logan, James, and Carlos they seemed unfazed by it.

"And you are going to choose insulting teammates before playing hockey?" Coach asked him. That shut him up.

"I'm sorry boys for your teammate." Coach apologizes.

"You get used to it." James says.

"Well you guys are dismissed don't forget Varsity game Wednesday." He yells as we file out of the locker room.

The hallways were quiet since it was around 6 o clock at night. Logan ran to the elevator and we caught up right behind.

"Little dude what are you doing running?" James asks as we get into the elevator.

"I forgot something." He said laughing to himself.

"Loganator your math book isn't that important." Carlos said.

"I promise it's not my math book or anything school related. I need it to help you with your math homework." Logan chuckled. I pull my backpack higher on my shoulder lean down and kiss him. The elevator doors open and he pulls away and jets out the door. We watch him get to his locker and pull something out, he comes back to us we start to walk a paper falls from his bag.

"Hey Logie you dropped this." I say picking it up. It was two envelopes. One had Logan written in a really girly way and one was a college application I open the girly one first.

Logan

You are like really cute do you wanna go out sometime?

Leah

"Who is Leah?" I ask through clenched teeth.

"A new French exchange student. Why?" Logan responds.

"Because she wants to go out with you." I say feeling the jealousy flowing through my veins.

"Kendall stop being jealous, she doesn't know about us. Plus why would I break up with an incredibly sweet boyfriend like you?" Logan says leaning upwards and giving me a kiss on the cheek. I hand him that letter because he hasn't seen it and then the college one. I open it up, it was already opened apparently.

Dear Logan Phillip Mitchell,

First I would like to congratulate you on your grades. Every year you don't fail to surprise everyone. Your extra-curricular list is short and simple just what we were looking for. All of us at Stanford want to welcome you to a weekend stay on campus over your Christmas break. Please get back to us as soon as possible.

Sincerely, Stanford University

I take off as fast as I could dropping the envelope. I know I am going to have to face him sooner or later we all came in his Jeep. Yes Logan Mitchell, one of the nerdiest and most popular senior owns a 2009 Jeep Wrangler Rubicon.

"Kendall wait!" I hear Logan yell behind me. He can't go to Stanford, I am barely ok with him graduating right now but going off to California was a breaking point. I push open the door with all my might and run to his Jeep jumping into the passenger seat. They come walking out the door a couple of minutes later knowing I needed some space. Logan pulls opens the passenger door and drags me out.

"Hey look at me." He demands since I am trying not to meet his eyes.

"I'm not going to Stanford, I'm not going Kendall. You have to believe me, I might go on the weekend trip that they invited me to but that's only if my parents make me." He says holding my face so I stay looking at him. I nod believing him.

"I'm sorry I acted on impulse, I still hate the idea of you leaving high school." I apologize. He nods and kisses me pulling away again too soon for my liking. He runs around the car and hops into the driver's seat.

"We are going out to eat in celebration!" He says,

"Please tell me we are going somewhere classier then McDonalds." James complains hating all the grease.

"Of course we are." Logan starts. "Were going to Taco Bell."