imma torture me self by continuign this. its like 2 am so sorry if i fuck up a lot lol- its 3 am now

"So I told him 'dude, you can't just bring up 2020 jokes' and he was literally so offended-"

Logan tapped the table, looking at his 'friends'. There was three other soldiers with him, three people he somehow managed to get friendly with. Well, it was mostly Rorke telling those three to stick with him, if something ever happened. There was one guy- the one who had just spoken, that was quite loud. He was named Mitchell Sparks, and for being 28, he was pretty enthusiastic for everything he came across. He annoyed Logan at times. All he wanted was a time of silence and quiet dammit.

"Hey Logan, you've been out amigo."

Logan frowned and shook his head at Angélica, who was quite obviously worried about him. Angélica, often nicknamed Angel, was pretty calm, and Logan could say she was the only who didn't fall on his nerves all the time. The other guy eating with him was silent, reading a book. The only name he was ever called by was "Smith", so everyone followed. He reminded Logan of someone, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Mhm, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"Oooh, you thinking about blondie aren't you?"

"No I am not. I thought I already told all of you how I felt about her."

"Yeah, you'll shoot her brains out one day."

Logan threw a glare at Smith, who was still reading, a small smirk on his face.

"It wasn't a joke. I really will."

He nodded and went back to his book, going silent again. His friends weren't really aware of Logan's history with Alex. For them, it was more of a girl he knew and kept his eyes on. Which is why they constantly kept bothering him with it. Thinking about her for a moment, or rather thinking about punching her smirk off her face, he looked around the cafeteria to see if she was there.

Usually, when they met, it would be because of an eye contact across tables, and they'd met later in the hall. Nothing would happen but hateful stares, but only from Logan's side. Alex would rather smile, to piss him off. It did piss him off, but they'd end up talking at night, often meeting in the gym at late hours. It was kind of a regular thing. Alex would try to help him, Logan would brush her off, attack her even.

But he did see her in the cafeteria. She was also staring at him, a look that mostly said "you're a dick but I don't understand why". He decided to get up and leave, feeling uncomfortable under her stare. He told his "friends" he'll go get some rest, work on some paperwork or something.

When he arrived to his dorm, he was not surprised to see her in front of his door. She crossed her arms and smiled, as always.

"This isn't like you, to hang around people like this."

"How would you know."

She got up from the frame and placed her hands on her hips, visibly confused.

"Oh c'mon. You prefer smaller crowds. Your family. Your real friends."

"They are-"

"Don't lie to me Logan."

"I'm not. You're clearly lying to yourself."

"Oh and how is that?"

"I'm not your 'lost friend'. I was an idiot, I was naive. But now I know-"

"Now you know that the Feds are the good guys, and other bullshit like this. Simply because you've literally been fucking brainwashed."

"Alexian."

Logan looked to his right, hearing a familiar voice call her. Obviously, Alex's face changed from aggressive to horrified.

"Hello sir."

"Hi Logan. Lieutenant, will you let him to his room."

Alex threw a fake smile at Logan and walked to the side, her arms behind her back.

"Yes sir, of course."

Logan walked inside and decided it'd be better to simply sleep the rest of the evening. Alex stood by her father, visibly tensed at his presence.

"Meet me in 20 minutes in my office."

"But sir I-"

"No arguments. Be on time."

"Yes sir."

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