Logan Mitchell Story: Chapter 9

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TODAY WILL BE A DOUBLE EVEN AN EXTRA TWO CHAPTERS LATER. I will be making up for my lack of posts tomorrow. I guess it all depends if I pass my road test I HATE THOSE DAMN TEST. Well enjoy the updates today.

Logan's POV

I looked at Carlos waiting for what he needed to tell me. In all honesty I wanted to give him the biggest hug and have him tell me everything will be ok. But he won't I'm pretty sure he's trying his best not to hurt my feelings. I sighed and looked at him waiting for his answer.

"Logan, I can't exactly break up with you. My heart is telling me to give you another chance but my brain is like break up with him. What I'm trying to say is just were on a break. Don't try talking to me, I'll talk to you when I'm ready."

I nodded my head not saying anything. "Here, just take this." I said going into my binder to take out a note I had just written. He took the note and just put it in his back pocket. I sighed. When Carlos puts stuff in his back pocket I know he's never going to see it. I sighed well at least I should be hopeful we are still together. I said trying to stay positive.

The next bell rung and I didn't want to go to class. I needed to talk to someone. Staying at school only made everything worse. I went into the bathroom and dialed Dr. Bob's office number. Who would have thought this number would come in handy. I thought to myself as I heard someone answer.

"Hi, this is Logan Mitchell, is Dr. Bob there?" I asked.

"Yes he is, let me put him on." The person said.

I smiled to myself. "Logan I'm surprised you even called me, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Why didn't you tell me any sooner about my brother?" I asked into the phone.

"Your parents told me not to tell you, I'm sure you don't know this but Mr. Martian and I tell your parents all about you. So they know what's up, and more importantly make the decision whether or not to let you back home."

"Oh, but then what made you tell me?" I asked.

"I know I shouldn't have read the letter but I did. Logan I wanted to make sure he wasn't saying something that could have hurt you. When I realized how much he cared about you, I thought you should have known. Logan you are a good kid." He said.

I knew I should have been mad at Dr. Bob for reading the letter my brother wrote to me, but he was looking out for me. So I guess I shouldn't be. "Thanks." I said knowing I needed to go to class. Since I was fifteen minutes late it already counted as an absence and more importantly I can get thrown off the hockey team for missing a class. But right now, I didn't care. "Well, I have to go, bye." I said and hung up the phone not even waiting for Dr. Bob to say bye.

I went to math class my favorite class. I was never late or missed this class I loved it too much. It sucked I had all my friends in it. I sighed and I ran down the halls and into the class.

By the time I was there I was out of breath. I should have walked.

"Mr. Mitchell nice you could actually join us. Do you have a hall pass?" My teacher asked.

"Nope," I said taking my seat next to Carlos since everyone in the class knew if you sat in my seat Kendall and James would kick there ass. I knew that the three of them where giving me dirty looks.

I took out my binder and just copied all the problems on the bored. This shit is easy I thought to myself.

Our teacher told us to do the problems on our own. I was on the last problem, when Carlos looked at me. I thought maybe he read the note.

"Logan how do you do the first problem?" He asked.

I was about to open my mouth to talk, but Carlos didn't let me get a word in.

"Wait I don't think I want your help you might you tell me I'm retarded." He said which made me mad.

I rolled my eyes giving him an evil smirk. Something I'd never give to Carlos. "Just shut your fucking mouth, Carlos." I yelled having the whole class look at me.

"Logan Mitchell you have detention after class." Our teacher said.

"Alright, see you then." I said taking my books and walking out of class.

"Logan," She yelled and I was dumb enough to walk back into class.

"Where do you think your going?" She asked.

"I'm leaving, do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes, you now have a week of detention."

"Great," I replied scarstically.

I walked out of class again this time I didn't come back when she called my name again. I couldn't leave or Mr. Martian would kill me. I know would when he said I have a week of detention. I sighed and went to my next class since none of my friends were in it I was fine.

Before I knew it, it was lunchtime. I usually ate with my friends but today I bought my lunch and sat alone. I was eating my turkey sandwich alone in silence until Kendall and James came over to me.

"Logan, I didn't know you could be such a asshole. Making Carlos cry." Kendall spat being as rude as possible.

"I didn't mean to make him cry, guys you should know, I care about him." I said honestly.

"I'd advise you to never speak to Carlos again." James added, picking me up by the collar of my t-shirt. He threw me against the wall making the whole cafeteria look at us fighting.

"JUST STAY AWAY FROM ALL OF US." Kendall concluded, punching me in the face. Giving me a nice black and blue around my eye.

James let me down and I fell hard on my ass. The whole cafeteria laughed at me. As soon as I hit the floor, I ran out of the cafeteria. I ran to Jess' car and went home. I didn't care if I got into so much trouble I just needed to get away from school from everyone.

I got home, "Mr. Martian I'm home." I yelled.

"What are you doing home?" He asked.

"I need to be away from everyone. Mr. Martian everything is just not okay. Please can I stay home for the rest of the week," I cried.

He nodded his head in agreement. He called the school to let them know I got sick and left and won't be back for the rest of the week.

I smiled. "Thank you." I said giving him a hug. I went into my room got into some pajamas and went to sleep. All I wanted to do was sleep. I was becoming depressed. I honestly can say I no longer cared about anything.