~[BTR, AU] 3rd Person's POV
"Logan, you need to eat more," James frowns, seeing how thin Logan's wrist were. Well, at least they looked thin compared to his oversized sweatshirt.
Who wears sweatshirts in summer?
"I-It's fine… I-I'm full," Logan stutters, getting real tired of stuttering. It's not his fault, okay? When he's talking to one of the hottest and most sought out kid in school, and sharing his lunch, it gets really bad. Plus, he's got a stupidly big time crush on James!
"I've an idea," James smiles, reaching out and gently ripping the sandwich into two, Logan's inner self satisfied that it's almost symmetrical.
"Open up," James grins, picking up one of the two pieces and poking Logan's lips with it. Logan unconsciously opens his mouth, letting James gently put the sandwich inside. "My turn," James grins, waiting patiently for Logan to pick up the bread, which the boy did with a shaky hand.
However…
Upon noticing there were eyes around, especially from the rich, mean girl clique of the school, he immediately stopped, lowering his gaze in shame.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry," He instead places the bread on top of James' lunch box, shutting his own, stuffing it into his bag and leaves quickly in shame, fear and sadness.
'Great, there goes a new friend.' Logan thought, holding back his tears as he rushes back into his class, avoiding everyone like a plague. 'It's okay Loges, we've gone through high school alone for 4 years… One more won't hurt,' Logan's inner self tried to console the boy… For the first time, it didn't work.
"What… What did I do wrong?" James questioned, looking at the bread resting on top of his own lunch box, he picks it up and eats it, feeling some sort of bitter taste that wasn't there before.
The taste of sadness.
He looks around and immediately notices one of the most hated cliques in school literally watching him like a hawk from far.
"Fuck me," He breathes out, immediately leaving the area.
'There's always a tomorrow… I guess,' James thought, hoping Logan would appear at the same place tomorrow.