It was nine in the morning, and to be brief, Logan was not happy. He had just woken up.

At nine. Nine.

That night was not dreamless, no, it was like someone decided to simply punch his heart out and leave him there. And he could not get up, as if his body was made out of cement. So he decided to think.

First, why is everything so heavy. I'm not paralyzed by fear, I'm not scared. Second, what was that dream about? He brushed it off as some kind of fever dream, Alex was there but- Alex was there?

After a bit of reflection on the dream, he decided that the dream was nothing- nothing else than a weird dream. He had those before. This one wasn't any different. Now to get up, that was a another story. His arm could move, slowly but surely. He pushed the covers away from his body and carefully lifted himself to sit down.

"Knock knock lazy head, you're late as fuck Logan."

Ah. Mitchell. As if his morning wasn't weird already. Mitchell wasn't a bother, but he sure was something else.

"I'm coming, just gimme a minute."

Logan sighed and forced himself off his bed, slightly limping. His body still felt heavy, less than earlier, but it was still trying to push him down further, for some reason. He managed to slip on clothes, not even bothering to fix the mess that his hair was- it's always a mess anyways.

When he opened the door, he did expect Mitch to be there. He did not expect to see Smith and Angélica as well. Why are they here anyways?

"Rorke's gonna kill you, you know that right?"

He stared at Smith, whose half shit eating grin was enough to make Logan already regret getting out of bed. He didn't hate him. He reminded him of someone. That's what he hated, and every shit eating grin he'd do would remind him of that someone again. He couldn't quite put his finger on it though.

"Hello, Earth to Walker-"

"Yeah yeah, Rorke would totally just shoot me. Makes sense. Also, do not bring that name up."

He walked by Smith and accidentally -not- pushed him to the side, slightly annoyed at the name everyone called him by. He couldn't simply get called Logan, it had to be Walker, every time. The name followed him like a plague, and he wanted to erase it.

"So, we had some stuff to do but we did it earlier-," Angelica started, only to be cut off by an icy glare, coming from Logan.

"Did you see Alex?"

Everyone stared at him for a couple seconds, then they all frowned. Logan groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Stop judging, just tell me," He asked, already making his way to the cafeteria. In most cases, he'd find her there. Not that he ever searched for her.

"I don't know. She's not really...present nowadays. Kinda strange, since she seems to be always around us. I don't know she's just not here," Angélica blurts out all at once, making Logan roll his eyes once again and sigh. This girl cannot calm down for three seconds. "Why'd you wanna see her anyways?" She asks.

Logan doesn't answer for a moment. He thinks about it, and eventually finds an answer.

"We gotta talk. None of your business," He replies and stops walking. As he predicted, Angélica bumped into his back and the two other guys joined up to him. They're like small dogs, I swear to God-

"Why'd you stop?", Mitch questions, and Logan sighs yet again.

"Can't you all stop following me? You're annoying me," He rubs his eyes and hears Smith scoff.

"Mhm, just don't get in any trouble kid.", Smith walks away slowly, Mitchell and Angélica soon following. Logan frowns and swears he's heard the nickname before, but dismisses it as another weird 'déjà-vu'.

And so he heads to the cafeteria, this time alone, to...talk to Alex.

"This should be good," He mutters sarcastically before entering the room. "All good."

ughgh its 1 am lol mmm i tried another style of dialogue in this cause I Must Improve Writing, but yeah accept this lowkey filler- there is some plot stuff,,,coming some time soon don't worry I'm just setting things up.

Anyways thanks for reading! I hate begging for things but I'd really be happy if you reviewed aaaaa, thank you again