Logan's POV

Thank the stars above! It's finally over, Dak's step father is finally being put behind bars forever. I still hold my breath as the gaurds take him away. I dont sigh until I hear the door slam behind them.

'Babe are you ok?' Carlos asked sweetly.

'Yes, I'm fine just too used to praying Dak wouldn't be killed. Hard to think about what I'll do tomorrow.' I breath out.

I can hear the cheers coming from James and Kendall and instead of joining in like I wanted to, I stood and left the court.

I was happy that asshole was never gonna see the light of day again, but now there is the other problem.

Dak was suicidal.

Despite how much my logic says otherwise, I can't help but feel like it's my fault. Like if I had been there more, I could have helped him more. I should have made sure he ok emotionally, not just physically.

I bet he wished he could of told me sooner, but felt like I'd hate him after. Maybe he just thought I wouldn't be able to help him. Or he just didn't trust me.

'Logie.'

The voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I look around ans realize I'm at the park. Same park where I met Dak.

I turn around and see Carlos running my way.

'You took off after the trial, I was talking to my parents then I turn around and you're gone. Are you OK, and don't say yes because I will call you a liar.'

'I'm not OK, I'm not. I'm fucking thrilled that bastard is gonna rot in a cell, but now all I can think about is Dak killing himself.'

'Logie, it's not your fault.' Carlos offered.

'But I feel like it is. If I'd just-'

'Just what? Read his mind and find out? Tell him that he should've risked his mom's life?' Carlos cuts in.

'No, but I could have done something.' I tried.

'No,you couldn't, if you had cared more Dak would just feel like he was bugging you, and that he would over stay his welcome.' Carlos said sadly.

'But-' I tried to say, but the fact that I knew he was right shut me up.

'There was nothing you could have done Logan, and as far as Dak goes, just give it time.' Carlos said sweetly.

'You're right, I just- this whole thing sucks.' I whine childishly before sitting on the forever green grass.

'Well, you're right about that. This does suck, but think about it like this; now Dak is my brother, that d-bag is rotting in jail, and we found out Guitar Dude is David's love child.' Carlos said.

'Love child.' I giggled.

'You are a goofy dude, you know that?'

'I am not.' I say defiantly.

'Are too.'

'Am not.'

'Are too.'

'Well, I guess I'm too goofy to help you with your homework tomorrow.' I threat cunningly.

'Who called you goofy? I didn't, you are one of the most not goofy guys I know. I hate chemistry.' Carlos said quickly.

'That's better.' I said triumphantly.

'Hey guess what, I got good news, and great news. Which do you want first?'

'Good news.' I reply, shifting so I was fully facing my boyfriend.

'I know how to keep your mind off of Dak. The great news is as of yesterday Jo Taylor is no longer a student at Minnesota East High School.' Carlos said as if he hadn't just said the greatest sentence in the history of English.

'For serious?!' I scream in awe.

'Wow for you to throw grammar to the wind you must be happy.' Carlos teased with a smirk.

I was too happy to even come up with a sassy comeback so I just threw myself at him. We rolled around the grass laughing like idiots for a minute or two, we came to standstill with me on top him.

I looked into his eyes, and I just got pulled in.

I kissed him softly, well it started soft, but it quickly became rough and needy. Carlos bit my bottom lip, demanding entrance, an I eagerly obeyed and the kiss became even more heated.

I whine when I feel Carlos push my shoulders back, making me break the kiss. I gave him a confused look.

'Not that I don't want to, I really want to do this, but a public park doesn't seem like the place.' Carlos panted breathlessly.

I look around and realize that daycares were starting to let out.

Sadly I get off of Carlos and stand up, after helping the Latino up we help each other look like we were I second from going at it like rabbits.

'Am I good?' Carlos asked, turning a 360.

'Yeah, you're good. What about me?' I ask, repeating Carlos's spin.

'You're good, but you have on big problem.' Carlos grinned.

'What? Did I get mud on me?' I asked while looking down at myself.

'No but, you got a very obvious boner.' Carlos chuckled.

I glanced and groan went I saw the far too obvious tent in my jeans.

'Dammit.' I whisper shamefully.

'Don't worry about it, we can be at your house before the ankle biters are released.' Carlos said as he took my hand in his and we began the walk to my house.

'Logie remember what I said earlier?' Carlos asked.

'How can I forget? The wicked bitch of the East is flying south.' I chirped happily.

'Not that, like I'd let you forget that.' Carlos joked.

'I'm surprised you didn't get any 'The Wicked Bitch is Dead' shirts with Jo on the back with an X over face.' I joked.

'Oh I did, I got five thousand shirts. They'll be her next week.' Carlos said seriously.

'Why so many?' I asked.

'To sell them.'

'No one is gonna buy that.' I state.

'Tell that to the thousands of people who keep texting me trying to get one.' Carlos boasted.

'You have a thousand people in your phone!?' I shout in amazement.

'I'm a people person.' he shrugged.

'Whatever, as long as you're not too friendly with them can be Facebook friends with Channing Tatum.' I say as I lay my head on his shoulder.

'Logie, love you as much as I do, I don't think I could resist Channing Tatum if he wanted me.' Carlos said bluntly.

'Well, lets pretend I don't have feelings.' I say with a mocked sad face.

'Would you say no to him? Before you answer, think about the time we watched Magic Mike in your room.' Carlos challenged.

'I'd drop you like a hot potato for that man.' I admit in defeat.

'Wonder if he'd go three way.' Carlos said with a pondering thought, that soon became a perverted grin.

I slapped him with my free hand.

'Stop mind cheating on me.' I teased.

'Right, sorry. Anyway, I was trying to remind you of my good news, I know how to keep your mind off of Dak.' Carlos says.

'Oh yeah, how?' I asked curiously.

'Well I know it's a stretch, but I think you should try out for the hockey team.' Carlos rushed out, finishing his sentence with a flinch.

'Why are you flinching?' I ask.

'Last time I asked a girl I was dating to go to a hockey game she made me a girl for thirty minutes. High heels aren't supposed to be used like that.' Carlos said in a voice that gave away the fact he was reliving the event.

I wince at the mere thought of how that even looked, didn't want to guess how bad it felt.

'Well lucky you. I don't wear heels and I need to get into some activities anyway, and hockey would look great on college application.' I considered.

'So...you'll let me train you?' he asked hopefully.

'Sure, think of as a trade in for helping you with configurations.' I say as we walk up my drive, I let go of Carlos's hand to unlock the door.

' What do con artists and figure skating have to do with chemistry?' Carlos asked as I let him in.

'You better be a great hockey coach otherwise, this is so not a even trade.' I chuckled as I closed the front door.

A/N: Hey...it took so long, I been going through somethings, but the fanfic must go on! Also I'm looking for one you beautiful fans to join in the writing process. That's right, I'm looking for a Beta reader, to be the first to my updates before I post them, check for screw ups and help rid me of writer's block, maybe even write a chapter themselves! Private Message me for more information!