Logan Mitchell Story: Chapter 7

Disclaimer: Well, I will be leaving for college soon so I want to do my best to finish the story like ASAP. ;] So yeah I'll do my best to update. I'M POSTING A DOUBLE CHAPTER TODAY.

BASICALLY I OWN NOTHING, BUT I'M STILL CONVINCING MYSELF I DO. I ONLY OWN THE PEOPLE I MADE UP.

Logan's POV

Krissy begun to tell Carlos a story, which I have no clue what story she will be telling him I hope its nothing embarrassing. "When Logan was ten I remember, he would always talk about one boy on the hockey team." Krissy said.

"Who was it?" Carlos asked, as he interrupted her story.

"It was you." Carlos looked over at me and I blushed a bit wondering which story she would be telling him. Since growing up I always talked about Carlos. I just hope its not one of my bad stories.

"Mr. Martian was so happy Logan made a friend. Since you were the only person he talked about. Every once in a while he would bring the name Kendall and James into the household but never as much as you. Mr. Martian thought it was cute, until he actually heard what he was saying."

"What was he saying?" Carlos asked excitedly. I knew where this was going. I didn't want him to know what I said since it wasn't very good.

"I said Carlos is a crazy and hyper child at the age of ten." I blurted out before Krissy could say any more.

Carlos let out a small laugh. "Well, we know that is still true." He said in a matter of factly tone. I just laughed to hoping he wouldn't catch on to the lie I just told.

"Logan its rude to lie." Kirssy said giving me a nasty look.

I gave her a look hoping she'd know not to tell him, what I said I knew if she told him, he could possibly break up with me. I didn't want him to do such a thing. I loved him way too much for that to happen.

"He said that damn spic is always fucking up. He's retarded." She said quoting my ten year old self. I was so embarrassed. I couldn't believe she told a story about me acting so immature and racist. I remember that day well. I was in huge trouble, and I didn't get to play hockey.

"Carlos," I said as I noticed he was getting up to leave.

"Save it, don't even bother talking to me." He said slapping me across the face.

Carlos ran out of my house, and back to his car. I sighed and looked back at Krissy.

"Thanks a lot, now he hates me." I said as, as tears were coming down on my cheeks. I usually never cried in front of anyone but this time I just couldn't help it. Krissy ruined the best relationship; I've ever been in.

"You can do better." She said. "We all got together and talked about it. He's brainwashing you." When she said we I knew exactly who she was talking about. It was Dayton, Parker, Krissy, and Jess.

"Oh sorry next time I'll find someone you guys actually like." I replied scarsticly.

Mr. Martian came down into the basement. "Where did Carlos go?" He asked.

"His dad need him home." I said sending Krissy a death glair.

"Well, Logan you have therapy tomorrow morning." He said and then left the basement.

"I fucking hate all of you," I said running into the bathroom the one place I can be alone. I locked the door not allowing any one into the bathroom. I just cried, all I wanted was to talk to Carlos, but he would never want to talk to me I thought to myself.

Carlos' POV

I couldn't believe Logan actually said that about me. What if he was only dating me as a joke? I wish I never told him I loved him. How can I love an asshole like that? I fucking hate Logan.

I drove home trying to not cry. I got home pretty quickly since I sped. I knew I shouldn't and if I did my dad would make sure all the other cops gave me a ticket. He said even if I am his son I shouldn't get any special treatment. I sighed. I slammed the front door to my house. My dad hates when I do that.

"Papi, I'm home." I said.

"How was Logan's?" He asked as he said in the living room reading the newspaper.

"Horrible, we got into a huge fight. I just walked on him." I said as I cried to my dad. We were very close, I told him everything. He's basically my best friend.

"Hijo, what did you fight over?"

I looked at him, "He called me a spic and retarded." I cried.

"Hijo, are you sure this is the same Logan Mitchell who wouldn't hurt a fly?"

"Dad, he's an asshole." I looked at him whipping the tears off my cheeks. "I'm going to bed,"

I said running up to my room slamming the door shut. No matter how much I love him I need to hate him. I told myself. And went into a dreamless sleep.