[CH: 003]

[3rd Person's POV] (Day 3)

"Carlos, are you okay?" Logan asks as he treats one of the athletes who once again, forgot to warm-up resulting in cramps.

"I'm fine," Carlos answers quickly, scanning the entire school field.

The last 2 days are usually the worst, since it's the day where the football and rugby players compete for their teams, which meant a lot of tackling, sliding, ramming and such, which also means a serious need for paramedics.

Logan frowns, noticing how the short boy hasn't talked much at all, all of yesterday and today. Something definitely happened between him and Kendall when Logan left the two alone, since not only did Carlos stand up looking embarrassed, Kendall also had a sad look on him when Logan came.

"Right. You and me are talking after school," Logan instructs as he lays the athlete down, letting him rest while his foot heals.

"Soccer athlete down! Medic!" One of the coaches yelled, Carlos and Jett rushing to the middle of the field, lifting the patient onto the stretcher, then bringing them into the canopy area. "He hit the back of his head," Dustin came in rushing, gently lifting the closed eyelids of the athlete.

"Hey, Hey. Callum, can you hear me? Can you see me right now?" Dustin calmly asks the boy, who shakes his head gently. "Don't let him lose consciousness," Logan instructs as he calls an ambulance. While Dustin sits behind Chad, letting the boy lean on him, Jo and Camille treats the bleeding wound behind his head as the ambulance rushes to the school.

"Lifters," Logan instructs the two lifters to stand, seeing one of the players run in an odd fashion, immediately recognizing the symptoms of someone who's runningdangerously low in energy.

And voila, he was right. Seconds later, another player, though from the opposite time, collapses.

This one didn't need to be taken to a hospital, since he regained consciousness after having a bottle of cold water splashed onto his face by his coach.

"It's literally the first match of the day," Jett whimpers, Logan nods. Even though it's cloudy today… Logan has a feeling heatstroke is the least they have to worry about today.

-Meanwhile-

James and Kendall watches from the bleachers as the match goes on.

"I fucked up, bad," Kendall frowns as he watched his angel run into the field with his partner, bringing the downed athlete out of the playing field.

"How? You were barely in there for 30 minutes," James lifts a brow, wondering how his best friend could've screwed up the short time he was in there with Carlos.

"I… I held his hand. Fuck they were soft but… He pulled away. I… I don't think he's into me, James," Kendall frowns, shaking his head and shutting his eyes in fear.

"You do know he could've easily smacked you into oblivion if he didn't like you, right? Plus, it's your own fault for being so forward," James scolds his green-eyed friend before his eyes return to the red and white canopy, watching in awe as Logan treats another downed athlete.

"I wish that was me," James sighed, dreamily staring at Logan from far.

"Y'know, you should ask him out. Actually, that's what you should've done when you were there, instead of straight up holding his hand," James face-palmed, unable to believe that his best friend, someone who's usually able to swoon peoples easily, is having so much trouble trying to even function properly around Carlos.

"I hate it when you're right," Kendall huffs, his eyes returning back to the field as his brain thinks of ways for him to ask the short boy out.

~After school…

"Okay, what's happening?" Logan asks, sitting cross-legged on his bed, in his house with Carlos.

"H-H-He held my hand," Carlos, with a shaky voice, answers.

"No way," Logan gasps, curiosity and interest peaking in him. A small smirk grew on his face as he imagines the two holding hand in school.

"It's not funny, okay!? What if- What if he's just… pranking me? What if it was a joke?" Carlos cries, hiding his face in his hands.

Logan sits there quietly, Carlos' words sinking into his thoughts. It would make sense if Kendall's just joking… They're rugby stars. Part of their privilege is bringing misery to others.

"I'm sorry Carlitos," Logan side hugs his crying best friend.

They spend the rest of the day in Logan's room, quietly.