A/N: I'm having fun with this story, bringing in a bit of Davis and Jude, and Coach Evans :P
Thanks for reading, and please review :)
"Well good morning Bitch!" Lydia smiled as she was picked up for school by Davis Baker. You would think that she would be annoyed with him by now, but Davis was always the same when drunk, an unstoppable, somewhat desperate, womanizer, and Lydia had learned not to take it very seriously. "Good morning Ditcher," he replied, also referring to the party two nights ago. "Well, I found someone better to do," she said, mockingly, actually being a little nervous about going back to school, going to the gym, to practice. Based on Logan's last reaction to what had happened, she had no idea what it was going to be like seeing him again.
"Better than me? I seriously doubt that," Davis replied, grinning, once again proving how he was the exact opposite of his twin brother, at least personality-wise. The two boys looked almost exactly alike, of course Lydia, who had known them their entire lives, could tell the difference, but not many could. However, the twins were not at all the same, Jude was the good kid. The one who studied hard, had been dating the same girl for two years, and who never got too drunk. Therefore the opposite of his brother who was failing school, slept around and always got too drunk. They had one thing in common though, which obviously was basketball, and within the sport the two of them were more competitive than anyone else. On the court, everything seemed to be about proving to each other that they were better than the other.
Generally, the twins did get along, but there were things that brought them further apart than imaginable. However, Lydia was friends with the both of them, they were great guys, in very different ways. Probably a lot like Nathan and Lucas had been in high school, but identical, and not so hating of each other. Arriving at the school, Lydia stepped out of the car, mentally preparing herself for what could be a very long day. She did plan to make it different than it played out in her head, somehow. She was good at that, taking control of situations that seemed impossible to control. That was how she did so good in basketball, using both her mind and her skills that she had developed, determined to become better than her brother.
"I'll see you later Davis, need to pick something up by the gym," the brunette said, not needing any further excuses to leave right before class. Walking quickly through the halls, the girl finally reached her goal, walking through the boys locker-rooms pushing open the door to the coach's office. Trying to figure out the plan which seconds ago had been so clear in her head, she had to realize it was gone. "Wolverine," she greeted him, trying to sound as serious as possible calling someone wolverine. He did look rather struck by her entering the room so promptly. "Lydia," he answered, sounding unusually stiff. When she had tried figuring out what to expect, it had been either this or the traumatized man walking back and forth in his apartment a couple of days ago.
"Oh come on, Logan, don't be like that." Hoping it wouldn't be like this forever, or even until the end of the day. Hoping he wouldn't put the blame on her, or himself for that matter. Hoping he would stop thinking for once, like he had done that night. "I made a mistake, Lydia, and I'm sorry for that," he said, going all teacher on her. It pissed her off a bit, how he could brush it away like that, saying it was a mistake. It hadn't been anything like a mistake. A mistake was like that night she had spent with Jude, which by the way no one knew of, and never would. Especially not his girlfriend. "You don't mean that, Wolfie, I know you wanted that as much as I did, so stop denying it." Lydia was more than a determined girl, more than a competitive one. She knew she was right, and acted on it, no regrets. She was way too confident for her own good.
"Still a mistake, I shouldn't have.. I feel like I used you, do you get what that's like? I'm ..." Cutting him off, the girl shook her head, smiling at him. "That's funny, Logan, but it was probably the other way around. Don't blame yourself for something that doesn't need any blame," she said, being as honest as she could. He shouldn't blame himself for that, feel bad about it. It wasn't right. However, the girl couldn't bring herself to put down her walls and tell him that she actually felt sorry that he had to feel that way. She didn't want him feeling bad about something which was all her fault, if she would ever call it someone's fault. She had felt things for him, forever, things he would probably call inappropriate.
"It does, you don't get it cause you're too young. Which makes it even worse, I shouldn't have done that," he seemed to feel guilty, as if he had totally broken her trust, or something like that, which wasn't the case. Sure, she had been drunk, but not that drunk. And she wasn't that young, that was all him trying to find even more reasons to blame himself. "We're cousins for god's sake," he continued. "Okay, that's where it stops! We're not even related, Logan, you have to stop this.. self-pitying! I like you, you like me. Let it go!" she said, stepping closer to the incredibly handsome man, who seemed to get more uncomfortable for every word she said.
Somehow he had to know she was right, but wouldn't let himself admit it. She knew that had to be the case, because she knew him. She knew he wouldn't risk it all, their friendship, their parent's trust, his own mental well-being, for some girl he didn't even like. She knew that it had to have been a mutual feeling, all those years, and that did make her feel a lot letter about herself after believing she was a crazy person for a long time. Looking into his eyes, she felt the same way she had felt last time she had met him. Like nothing could ever be better than the two of them together. It was easy to assume that he felt the exact same thing as he once again gave up, and lent in to once again let his lips touch hers. It certainly felt better as he was the one to make the first move, it made her feel as it wasn't all on her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and Lydia Scott knew that as she left the coach's office to arrive 15 minutes late for her first class.
It all ended up with detention, which he so bravely got her out of because she needed to be at practice. Because she needed to be with him, absently, competing both Jude and Davis for the best score that afternoon, seeing that she had something to fight for. Someone to fight for. Someone to show off to, even though Logan knew better than anyone what the girl was capable of. Out of nowhere, the girl was stuck with feeling that she had everything she had asked for. She wasn't a bobcat, yet, but that didn't keep him from calling her Bobcat, that didn't keep her from believing she would get there one day. By know she knew she didn't have to be a Charlotte bobcat to be happy - she already was.
