I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my life, Logan thought as he stared out onto the ice. It was finally hockey tryouts, the day Logan had been dreading since Carlos first proposed that he go out for the team. I don't think I'm good enough, why am I stuck doing this? He watched guys go out on the ice and wow the coach, he also saw guys that went out on the ice and made a fool out of themselves. Which guy will I be?
"Mitchell, Logan." a voice boomed. Logan was awoken from his trance. He stood up.
"I'm Logan Mitchell!"
"Then get your ass on the ice!" the coach barked.
"Logan, Logan, Logan, Logan!" his friends chanted from the bleachers.
You're Death. You have the most horrifying job on the planet. You are above this, you can conquer this stupid fear of screwing up. Logan's self motivation didn't help much. He skated out onto the ice. Sweat was covering his face. I must look ridiculous in Carlos' old gear, it's kind of small.
Logan saw Carlos stand up in the bleachers. "I believe in you, man! You're my friend for a reason! Now go kick some ass! Woo!"
A sudden confidence came over Logan and he stood up straight. I'm going to make this damn team and no one is going to stop me.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Carlos, Kendall, and James were barking and banging on the table at lunch a week later.
Logan sat down next to Carlos, feeling the proudest he's ever felt about himself. Kendall stood up and held his milk carton in the air. "I would like to propose a toast! To our new friend and teammate, Logan Mitchell. At first, we thought he was a nerd and for while, didn't even know he existed, but now, he is a Dog. Welcome to the pack, bro."
The four boys raised their milk cartons in the air and Jo and Camille clapped. Carlos stood up. "I would like to add that I was wrong for thinking you were a stuck up asshole at the beginning of the year. I would also like to thank you for being Logan, because you make the pack complete!" Carlos howled.
James stood up and finished chugging his milk. "Lastly, I want to say, well, nothing. But look at how handsome I am!" Jo and Camille stopped clapping. James frowned, sat down, and crossed his arms. "I see how it is!"
Kendall looked over at Logan. "Would you like to say anything?"
Logan smiled, the whole cafeteria was watching them now, but he didn't care. He was one of the elite, his whole life had changed in just two months. He stood up. "You may have known me as the loser in the corner with no friends, or you may not have known me at all." the whole table chuckled. "But now, it appears I have friends. And I would like to thank you guys for getting me out of my shy little corner and throwing me into the center spotlight, because it's a hell of a lot more fun!"
Logan sat down and the boys started barking and banging against the table again. Most of the cafeteria was clapping for them. I have never had this much fun in my life, Logan thought to himself.
Logan walked into AP history with a frown, he was starting to hate school and learning. History was never that exciting to him, he was always more of a science kind of guy. He sat down in his seat and stared at the teacher, it was a substitute today. He was a very old man, who moved shakily. He looks like he could die any minute.
"Alright class, settle down, I need to take attendance." he said slowly.
The teacher hadn't verbally taken attendance since the first day of school; she was able to do it mentally once the seating was assigned. At the rate this man talks, this should take the whole class period.
The man went through the whole list, it took forever. He made it to the S's when a name stuck out. "Smith, Jennifer."
Logan was suddenly jolted into reality. Carlos' Jennifer is in this class..?
"Here!" a small girl with long brown hair called from the front of the room. Logan stared at her, taking in the reality. She broke Carlos' heart! But she looks so nice and innocent! Poor Carlos… he really loved her.
Jennifer sat at her computer, staring at Carlos' Facebook profile. Her room was dark, but you could still see the paintings on her walls. She got up from her chair and walked into her closet. She pulled a chain to turn on her closet light and move a few bins full of paints. She stared at her painting of Carlos on her closet wall with tears in her eyes.
"I hate myself." she muttered.
She thought about what she'd become in the past couple of months. It's not your fault, she told herself, this is for your future. She sighed and turned the closet light off. She stood there for a minute, weighing her options. Just forget about him. You're losing your mind. It's ridiculous.
Jennifer was brought back into reality by the ringing of her phone. She quickly left her closet and picked it up. She secretly desired a male voice on the other line, that said "Hello, love."
"Hey bitch." said a snotty Jennifer on the other end.
"Hey."
"Me and Jen are going to the movies, we were wondering if you wanted to come."
Jennifer sighed. She really didn't want go. "Sure."
She hung up the phone and shut down her computer. She took one quick glance at Carlos' picture on Facebook before she shut it down. Does he hurt as much as I do…?