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Imprisoned

Chapter Seven; Spin The Bottle.


The sound of the shower pulsating against the tiles wake me up, slowly, but I end up pulling myself from my sleep. Sunlight pierces through the bars, stabbing the ground. I use my fists to rub at my eyes, yawning, wondering what the hell went down yesterday. Dak is after me. Logan snitched on Dak, I punched Marcus and now, I'm pretty sure I'm the main target for every single Red out there. The last thing I remember is Logan crying, breaking down in my arms.

He didn't say anything and I guess I didn't expect him too.

It takes all but a second to notice I'm not in my room... The first, obvious clue being that there is a white bookcase in the corner, lined with colourful books. Anxiety sets in, and as I look at my clothes, I realise they're still on. Yet, I don't remember too much of last night. When Logan was crying, we walked back to his room. I sat him down, we talked quietly and not that long, but he soon fell asleep and then, yeah, I guess I did too.

The shower tap stops, followed by some noise before the door opens wide. Logan stands there, towel wrapped around his waist, crystalline droplets rolling along his porcelain skin, illuminated by the soft, warm glow of the sun, making every dimple and feature more exposed.

"Carlos?"

I snap out my daze, looking up at Logan, who shifts awkwardly. "Sorry... Yeah, I err, got kinda confused where I ended up, that's all."

Logan laughs lightly, sending my heart into flutters whilst my eyes just want to stay glued on Logan's body and nothing more. It's beautiful, and hate to sound poetic, but like a piece of art. Smooth, silky skin that's no doubt velvet soft.

"No worries," Logan softly smiles. "I didn't expect you to stay all night... Thought maybe you'd go at some point."

Why would he think that? "Course not."

His small smile breaks out into an impossible grin. "T-Thanks for yesterday, by the way, I-I don't know what happened."

Logan sits on the edge of his bed, and instantly, I have to fight back the urge just to leap across and take him into my arms one more time. I know Stephanie referred to me being the puppy, but really, I want nothing more than to just smother Logan with every bit of happiness I could provide in such a depressing, white environment. My hand creeps across the bed, without me really thinking, fingers brushing against his hand.

"Don't mention it, Logan, I'm here if you need me. Believe it or not, but I want to help you in any way I can."

His brown eyes connect with mine, and for a moment, I can only see sadness. Like he's not used to this kind of thing happening to him very often. My mind clouds, but one thing is kinda clear and that's maybe, just maybe, Logan isn't used to someone caring for him so much. Maybe Kendall is the closest thing he's had to a friend, and frankly, that's not that impressive, best friend being a pyromaniac.

Logan smirks, looking down at his hand, my fingers still lingering there. "You know, you can let go, Carlos, I'm not going to break down again."

"Maybe I don't want too."

The words escape my mouth without my brain processing it. I really have a problem when it comes to that. I feel like bringing my hand back and dashing out the room. I can only imagine the pain that is no doubt swamping his eyes, tears ready to burst, Kendall ready to flay me alive. But instead, Logan looks up and smiles with a chuckle, pulling back his hand and standing up. He doesn't say anything, but the warmth of his face says a lot as he walks back into the bathroom with a pile of clothes wrapped in his arms, closing the door behind him.

Did that just happen? For once, my mind done something right. I actually done something right.

I get up, stretching my limbs until I hear the click, before creeping to the door. Hopefully, I can get back before anyone sees me. I have no idea if Dr. Philips had rules on curfew or staying in each others rooms. Either way, I don't really care because with Logan, I'm forward.


"I'm bored!"

I fight the urge to laugh at Jett's attitude, which I've learned is on par with James'. Camille rolls her eyes. "Trust you to get bored, Jett, how about you go and do some work or something?"

Jett huffs, crossing his arms. "Yeah, I'd rather stay bored thanks."

"We could play a game or something?" I suggest.

"Game!" James begins to bounce up and down on his seat, Camille attempting to calm his excitement down as others in the recreational room begin to stare. "I want to play a game!"

I smile, looking round the room for something to actually play. Another thing I've learned about this place is they don't like to amuse us. We have nothing to really wet our appetites in entertainment. Magazines and books, sure, but I've read nearly all of them and I don't even enjoy reading as much as people like Camille or Logan. Besides that, the courtyard is okay, but there's nothing out there either. My eyes catch Stephanie waltzing into the room, devious smile planted on her face.

"Did I hear Puppy mention something about a game we're going to play?" Stephanie winks.

Camille smiles. "Yeah, apparently, we have ourselves a thinker."

Stephanie takes a seat between me and Jett, patting on his knee. "Do you have any idea of what to play?"

Jett shakes his head before slowly, he stops and begins to nod. "Actually, yeah, I do have an idea. Stephanie, you know you're like, a thief extraordinaire?"

Stephanie raises her eyebrow. "Yeah."

I catch on before anyone else. I know exactly what's been going on in Jett's mind. Druken frat boy, sure, but he's more than that. He's got a softer side, which he shows to Kendall, as well as a more wicked side that is both quick and cunning when it comes to these things.

"Well, how about you get us a bottle from the canteen?" Jett smirks. "I feel like playing spin the bottle."

Stephanie grins, standing back up and slapping her hands together. "Right, okay, I'm on it. Lets make it good, though, yeah? Someone go grab Kendall, Logan and the rest of the Blues. I want a full house."

With that last word, Stephanie runs off, a skip in her step in sync as Jett rises.

"Carlos, care to escort me to find the troublemakers and bring them here?" Jett lowers his hand like a gentleman, expecting me to take it. Instead, I swat at his hand, laughing. "Fiesty!"

"Maybe we should go somewhere else besides here," Camille points out. "After all, people can walk in at anytime and when they see the bottle and then Carlos, no offence, they are going to flip and lockdown all of us."

Jett ponders the thought for a moment.

"We can go to my room or something! Gustavo never bothers me, since I'm so perfect and everything."

"Far from perfect, Jett."

"Tomatoes, potatoes," Jett waves my comment away with a laugh. "Now, Puppy, heel! Lets go!"

And despite hating the nickname, I rise, passing a confused look at Camille and James as I follow Jett out, looking for the others in question, yet all I can think about is Logan. I mean, after I left his room, I haven't really seen him except when I saw Kendall looking pretty annoyed and conflicted as he interrogated him. And now, spin the bottle? Spells trouble.


"So, I'm going to state the obvious," Jett smiles as we stop outside Logan's room. "Kendall is no doubt going to be in there. Logan, obviously is. I'll take Kendall, you take Logan. I'm sure with a mixture of our class and charm, we can persuade them to join!"

"Then that leaves the others, right?"

Jett pauses for a moment, scrunching his eyebrows. "I guess we could get them... But trust me, they aren't exactly the soul of a party. Kyle is okay, I suppose, so are the girls. But none of them know how to enjoy themselves like us."

I nod, watching Jett tap on the door lightly, before opening the door, not waiting for a response. He tends to not know the bounds of privacy.

"Hello fellas!" Jett beams, entering the room, me following him like a god damn puppy. Seriously, I guess the nickname works.

Logan is sat on the floor, reading a book, and when he looks up, I can see the trace of a warm smile on his face, lighting up at seeing me and Jett. I can't fight back the smile that takes onto my face, and even if Kendall is in the room, Jett has enough sexual tension to throw his way to knock his balance off. Kendall sits up on the bed, looking at Jett.

"What do you want, Stetson?"

Jett smirks. "Well, my dear Kendall, we are going to play a game. We were wondering whether you want to join? That is if you lose the mouth. Until it's attached to mine."

I can see the faint blush crawl onto his pale face, as he ducks his head before looking back up, jaw clenched. "I've changed my mind. I hate your guts."

"Even better," Jett smiles. "Now, come on, it'll be fun and frankly, if Dak is going around being just a downright dick, we need to band together."

Looking at Logan, I can see the uncertainty. No-one knows, though. I have no idea if Logan even trusts me to hold onto that secret. I haven't said anything, though, I wouldn't dare. If I can keep it like this, just protect Logan, then I'll be okay. But the obvious is out that Dak wants war against Blues. So, as twisted and conceited Jett can be, he has a point that just so happens to have a lot of strings attached that he just so happens to love.

Kendall grumbles as he stands up. "Logan, are you coming?"

Logan nods, standing up. "I just err... I wanna go get ready and stuff. I'll walk with Carlos, if he doesn't mind waiting?"

Of course I don't. "Sure."

Jett smiles and gives a wink to me carefully, walking out just a bit in front of Jett. I can see Jett attempt, possibly in a joking manner, to grab Kendall's hand, but he swipes it away angrily. But something about it tells me that maybe, possibly, Kendall feels the same. I look over at Logan, who smiles softly.

"I know I've already thanked you for staying last night... But, I just, I wanted to make sure that you knew it meant a lot to me." Logan smiles.

My heart flutters as I step forward, accompanied by Logan doing the same. He drops the book to his chest, hugging it protectively. "Of course I knew it meant a lot. Logan, I'm here if you need me, you know? It seems weird and everything, I'll admit that. But... I don't know, if you need someone besides Kendall, then choose me. I'm only down the hall, obviously."

Logan laughs at that. "Thanks. I just... I can't tell anyone else."

"Can I... Can I ask why you snitched on Dak?"

"I don't want to talk about it really..." Logan frowns. "Just know I had many reasons."

I don't want to push him, seeing as Logan is quite vulnerable and fragile and well, I'm not doing the one step forward, two steps back thing again. I'm making progress, slowly but surely, but it's going up, not down.

"Sure, do you err, do you want to go then?"

Logan smiles, dropping his book on his bed before walking past, his shoulder brushing against mine. It send a shiver through my spine, making my whole body tingle. He turns and flashes a mischevious smile, which doesn't help the sexual tension in the room that Jett and Kendall created. Then, it crosses my mind that possibly, Logan purposely knocked against me. Purposely made sure he touched me to create the spark.

Well, it definitely worked.


I can't tell whether the tension is thick or awkward, but either way, I'm sat here, looking at my hands resting in my lap. Every now and then, I look up, my eyes wander to Logan, sat opposite me in the circle we've created on the floor of Jett's bedroom. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, before he looks down and everytime, I can see the faint dust of a pink blush skimming his face and really, that does nothing to my grin.

Soon, the door swings open and my eyes jerk up, Stephanie standing in the doorway, grinning wildly.

"I got the bottle," Stephanie wiggles the item in the air. "Didn't take much, really. Guess they've gotten use to me stealing things, since they just left it out on the side."

"Well done you." Kendall snides.

I can see Camille rolling her eyes, sitting next to me, not really looking interested. Next to her is James, followed by Jett, then Logan and Kendall, leaving a gap between me and the arsonist for the kleptomaniac. What a great bunch we actually are.

"No need to be annoyed, Kendork," Jett smirks. "You'll be kissing me in a few seconds, just patience."

"I wouldn't want to kiss you if you were the last thing on the planet." Kendall responds.

Jett smiles, shaking his head. "You say that now... But when it happens, it's me or a dog, and trust me, I'm a better kisser."

Camille's head shoots up, grin on her face. "How would you know you're a better kisser than a dog, Jett? Something to tell us?"

"No," Jett laughs, waving his hand. "Being who I am, I meet interesting people who have had interesting experiences in life."

"Being who you are... Being a dickhead means you have friends?" Kendall pipes up.

Jett just rolls his eyes, looking at Stephanie and smiling, wiggling his finger to pull her over. She skips across the wooden floor, plopping the plastic bottle in the middle, before sitting down. Kendall doesn't look too impressed, moving just a little bit close towards Logan protectively.

"Right, so, who wants to go first then?" Stephanie smiles.

I don't like this idea. I don't kiss girls, which narrows it down to four and frankly, the only person I want to kiss is Logan, but then there's Kendall right next to him and really, I want to keep my lips so I can kiss Logan in the future. When no-one responds, including James whose decided to jump down into his sad zone, for once with no apparent reason, Stephanie grunts before thrusting the bottle into Logan's direction.

"Spin." Stephanie commands.

Logan blinks a couple of times, soft eyelashes brushing over his eyes, before looking up at Stephanie. "I don't want to go first."

"Give it here," Kendall sighs. "I'll do it then."

With a flick of his wrist, the bottle spins and for that moment, I can almost see the calculating look in Kendall's eyes. He wants it to land on Jett, I just know it. Instead, the neck jerks itself at Camille, who surprisingly, doesn't look too happy, followed by James' looking up, worry smothering his eyes.

"No."

"Cam, it's a game, just a bit of fun," Jett lightly smiles, but when he notices Camille's stern face that makes me want to laugh, he sighs. "We need to come up with something in case you don't want to kiss said person."

"How about... Taking our clothes off?" Stephanie suggests.

"How about just sucking it up and playing the game?" Kendall moans as he leans across the gap, pulling Camille into a quick peck, which Camille responds by mock throwing up.

Over my time here, I've learned that despite being witty and pretty smart, Camille is also very depressive. Like, I can't explain it. She switches from quick retorts and wit, to just simply rolling her eyes and waving things off. Kendall sits back, smiling, before pushing the bottle over to Camille, who grabs it and slams it into the middle, ending with a delicate flick.

It goes on for a while, everyone staying reasonably quiet, spinning a bottle and then kissing that fateful person. All night, the cards never done me anything good. I kissed Camille and Stephanie, even Jett, though he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth, but that was it. Jett and Kendall didn't get to kiss, because clearly, fate didn't like Jett either. It landed on Logan and when that happened, I couldn't fight the pang of jealousy in my heart.

Before I know it, the bottle is pushed into my direction, Jett smiling.

"You haven't had a go for ages. Go on, spin." Jett winks.

Taking the neck into my hand and fighting back a sigh, I flick my wrist, watching the plastic bottle spin. Everything seems to happen in slow motion, after that. It goes a bit faster before stopping, red bottle cap pointing accusingly at Logan. A shiver runs up my spine, and from the corner of my eyes, I can see Kendall's downright evil stare. With my heart fluttering, I lean across the gap, trying to keep a good poker face. Our faces get even closer, his breath tracing my skin, before our lips softly meet.

It's cliche, but for me, I did see fireworks. Colours and pops, whizzes and bangs, rainbow sparks flying down to the ground, painting against the black sky. I take a moment to remember the taste of his lips. Watermelon, which is strange, because I hate watermelon but on Logan it tastes like the best fucking thing in the world.

Our lips part with a soft pop, everything suddenly seeming so blurred and hazy.

The first thing I see is a ghost of a smile on Logan's face, a twinkle in his eyes and the soft, distinct smell of the non-existant watermelon.

Then, it changes and the door bursts open. Gustavo storms in, white overalls shaking, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. I take my time to breathe, to remember not to lash out and punch the man square in the jaw, but it takes a lot of patience and control and the man just isn't budging.

As I'm hauled to my feet, I notice Dr. Philips there, red hair shining.

"I hear you've broke the rules, Mr. Garcia," Dr. Philips frowns. "I guess the bad eggs just got to you. Such a pity. Gustavo, take him to The Box."

I struggle in the man's iron grip, but soon enough, I'm being dragged out into the hallway, noticing the terrified and wide expressions of everyone back in the room. Then, I watch his fingers dip into his pocket, a needle being pulled forth and a pinch in my upper arm. Darkness swamps the light, tugging in from the corners, making me see stars. I feel weightless. Like gravity is pulling me around.

Everything is so blurred.

I hear a door open, metal hinges rattle, before I'm thrown onto hard, wooden floor. I see Gustavo, towering in the doorway, bug-eyed glasses standing out.

"I was waiting for this day... Enjoy your time, dog."

The door slams and darkness takes over. My eyelids close, pain stemming from my arm and into my body as my senses shut down for sleep, the last smell being that of the damn, non-existant watermelon.


This is where my story starts to take a more darker, drastic turn of events. The major plot will start to play soon, as well as many sub-plots I've created, character development and more importantly, Kendall and Logan's pasts, which I know is eating you all up haha. ;)

For now, enjoy the cute Cargan kiss!

Kett is, however, a lot more slower than the Cargan. After all, Carlos and Logan click, whereas Jett and Kendall clash. Two different types of romance going on. :D

Whilst it will get darker, and things will come to light, I plan to make the Cargan the cutest I have ever done. Not so much physical, but the emotional kind. I haven't tried it to much without one being dead, but, I shall try! I think it would suit well. It's true what they say. If you bug me, I do write a lot faster!