Logan chooses to spend his Saturday morning indoors to avoid the harsh cold weather outside. Despite receiving multiple calls and texts from James, Carlos, and Kendall, he opts not to respond and instead puts his phone on silent while watching TV. Later in the day, Logan's father takes him to the roller rink to lift his spirits. Unbeknownst to them, James, Carlos, and Kendall are secretly observing them from behind a bush across the street.
"I think they're headed to the roller rink. Logan always puts on his safety gear before going in," James notes.
"That's just like Logan, always being cautious," Carlos adds.
"Kendall, make sure you don't give away our intentions," James warns.
"Just act natural," Carlos advises.
"Guys, we're talking about Logan here. He'll know something's up as soon as he sees me," Kendall expresses concern.
"Indeed, it is true. Engaging in such actions without honesty does not sit well with me. My esteemed Papi would surely be displeased if we were to partake in such deceitful behavior towards Logan," Carlos asserts with a hint of concern in his voice.
In the meantime, Ms. Knight graciously escorts them to the luxurious roller rink, a place of leisure and amusement. As they arrive, Logan can be seen seated on a bench, gracefully lacing up his skates. Suddenly, his acute senses detect the sound of someone struggling, and his gaze falls upon Chelsea, who is wobbling towards him. Acting purely on instinct, Logan swiftly moves to catch her, preventing any potential mishap.
"Are you alright?" he inquires, his voice filled with genuine concern.
"Yes, I am perfectly fine. Thank you," Chelsea responds, her gratitude evident in her tone.
"You are most welcome," Logan replies, his words dripping with sincerity.
Curiosity piqued, Chelsea remarks, "I must admit, I have never seen you here before."
Logan, reminiscing with a tinge of melancholy, replies, "Usually, I frequent this place with my companions."
Concerned by the noticeable shift in his demeanor, Chelsea probes further, asking, "Is everything alright?"
With a forced smile, Logan reassures her, "Yes, I am perfectly fine."
Relieved by his response, Chelsea expresses her contentment, saying, "That's wonderful to hear."
However, Logan, yearning for authenticity, opens up about his true self, confessing, "I must confess, roller skating is not my forte. Even ice skating does not come naturally to me. My strengths lie in intellectual pursuits, in challenging my mind. Socializing, unfortunately, is not my strongest suit. Conversing with others has always been a struggle for me. Yet, when I am in your presence, I feel an unparalleled comfort, a freedom to be my authentic self. You make me believe that I am capable of achieving anything, that I hold significance."
Moved by his vulnerability, Chelsea reassures him, "You are indeed exceptional, Logan."
Grateful for her kind words, Logan simply responds, "Thank you."
With their newfound connection, they venture onto the rink, cautiously hugging the walls for support, striving to maintain their balance.
"There he is," James remarks, his voice tinged with concern. "Oh dear, he's accompanied by Chelsea. Perhaps if we were to discreetly separate them, he would be out of harm's way."
"We must exercise utmost stealth," Kendall suggests, his tone composed and assured.
"Much like the legendary Tom Cruise in his iconic Mission Impossible films," Carlos interjects, his voice filled with admiration.
"However, I implore you, refrain from attempting any spine-shattering stunts that may result in concussions, as Mr. Cruise often does in his cinematic endeavors," Kendall cautions, his words laced with a touch of apprehension.
Carlos, seemingly oblivious to his own audacious nature, inquires innocently, "When have I ever engaged in such audacious behavior?"
James and Kendall exchange a knowing glance, their expressions conveying a silent message of incredulity.
"Never mind," Carlos concedes, his tone now understanding. "I comprehend the underlying message. I shall exercise caution and prudence.
"We must divide our efforts to cover more ground," Kendall suggests.
After lacing up their skates, they each head in different directions.
Chelsea and Logan enjoy themselves, laughing as they glide around the rink. James tries to catch up to them but spots a girl from school whom he fancies. In his attempt to get closer to her, he accidentally collides with both Chelsea and Logan.
"What on earth, James?! Why are you here, and why did you crash into us?" Logan groans in pain, then checks on Chelsea, who is also in discomfort.
"Logan and Chelsea, I had no idea you two would be here. What a coincidence," James says, feigning surprise.
"Oh, please. You expect us to believe you had no clue where we were? This is so unexpected for you," Logan sarcastically remarks, rolling his eyes.
"I'm having a great time, just like you guys, but I'm facing a bit of a crisis. I need your assistance, Logan," James admits.
"Even if I were to conduct a thorough psychological evaluation, it wouldn't be of any use if you don't put in the effort to change for the better," Logan responds.
"Well, that's harsh, but that's precisely why I need your help. I require assistance with a math problem," James explains.
"A math problem? You need help with a math problem on a Saturday afternoon? You despise math," Logan says, raising an eyebrow suspiciously and crossing his arms.
Feeling the nerves crawling up his spine, James couldn't help but admit, "Well, it's true. Math isn't exactly my cup of tea, but it seems to be right up your alley."
Logan rolled his eyes, unimpressed by the redundant statement. "Why bother stating the obvious? You're such a time-waster. Take your bothersome self elsewhere. Let's go, Chelsea," he called out, gracefully skating away with his companion.
James watched them depart, a lingering sense of embarrassment hanging over him, fueling his determination to seek solace in the company of Kendall and Carlos.
In the midst of the bustling roller rink, they found themselves huddled together in a booth, contemplating their recent blunder.
"What on earth was that? Our mission was to create a rift between Logan and Chelsea, but instead, you managed to crash into both of them and further infuriate him," Kendall grumbled, a tinge of annoyance coloring his voice.
"That wasn't the plan, bro," Carlos admitted sheepishly, his regret evident.
James, his eyes shining with apologetic sincerity, chimed in, "I'm sorry, guys. Sherri Inez caught my eye, and I couldn't help but get distracted. There's something about her that captivates me."
Kendall, ever the voice of reason, rolled his eyes playfully. "You do seem to have a fondness for the girls in our school. Just remember, she's only in one of your classes. Stay focused, my friend."
Carlos, nodding in agreement, joined the conversation. "Absolutely, James. We have to keep our eyes on the prize."
James, his determination burning brighter, asserted himself. "Give me another chance. I won't mess up again."
With a weary sigh, Kendall vetoed the idea. "No, James. You've definitely caused enough chaos for now. We can't risk pushing Logan to the point of abandoning the building. He needs to stick around for our plan to succeed."
Reluctantly, James sank into his seat, defeated. "Fine, I'll stay out of it."
Carlos, sensing an opportunity to make amends, volunteered. "I'll take over this time. Just trust me, guys."
With a nod of approval, Kendall stepped aside, allowing Carlos to rise from his seat and bravely step into the rink, ready to salvage their mission.
"Seriously, what's the deal with James?" Chelsea curiously probes.
"I'm not entirely sure, but I can definitely sense that he's plotting something." Logan reveals.
Abruptly, their momentum halts as Carlos emerges before them with a flourish.
"Hola!" Carlos greets cheerfully.
"Carlos, what on earth do you want now?" Logan groans.
"Well, um, I just happened to come up with a hilarious joke, exclusively for you, Logie." Carlos stammers.
"A joke? You interrupt us here, in the midst of a bustling skating rink, just for a joke?" Logan asks with a mix of disbelief and disinterest.
"Yeah, it's quite a rib-tickler! Should we find a quieter spot?" Carlos suggests.
Logan gazes at him, unamused, before sighing deeply.
"Goodbye." He resumes skating, with Chelsea in tow.
Carlos, filled with remorse, returns to James and Kendall. "I totally messed up. Feel free to shame me now." He confesses, sheepishly.
James is on the verge of teasing him, but Kendall quickly covers his mouth and reassures him, saying, "You did great. We're not angry." He removes his hand.
"What?! He made the same mistake as I did!" James exclaims. "Why aren't you mad at him like you were with me?!"
"He didn't come crashing in like a wrecking ball and knock them both down," Kendall points out.
James simply groans and crosses his arms.
"Now what?" Carlos asks.
"We unleash our secret weapon," Kendall declares.
Logan and Chelsea are skating near the wall when they hear a sweet, little voice calling Logan's name. They stop and turn around to see Katie struggling to catch up with them.
"Logan, Logan!" she keeps saying.
"I'm glad to see you, Katie," Logan says, helping her stop and stay balanced. "Kendall is somewhere around here." He scans the rink.
"Why do you think that?" Chelsea asks.
"Katie wouldn't just willingly come into the skating rink by herself. There's a lot happening here. Older and bigger kids are moving around. She could get lost in the crowd. Someone must have convinced her," Logan explains.
"Please skate with me," Katie requests.
"Of course, Katie-Bear. Let's go," Logan says, taking her tiny hand in his.
"She can't come," Katie says, looking at Chelsea.
"But you told me you liked her," Logan says.
"You're my brother. She can't come," Katie insists.
"It's alright, Logan. I don't mind," Chelsea says.
"Thank you," Logan expresses his gratitude before gliding away alongside Katie.
James and Carlos gracefully skate towards Chelsea and courteously guide her towards the booth where Kendall patiently awaits.
"Greetings, Chelsea," Kendall greets her.
"Hello," Chelsea responds. "Did you all come here together?"
"Yes, we are here on a special assignment. You are the main suspect we have been searching for," James reveals.
"Oh, I see. You're playing a game," Chelsea assumes.
"This is not a game. This is a serious matter," Kendall asserts firmly.
"Oh..." Chelsea acknowledges. "What is this about?"
"Logan and your relationship," Carlos states.
"Again with this? I've already told you guys, it's nothing bad. He and I are just friends," Chelsea defends.
"Last week, I overheard your conversation with Stephanie. The same girl you claimed not to be friends with. This is how your conversation went with her. She asked if you were certain that Logan hadn't become suspicious, and you replied that you have successfully kept him engaged in regular conversations. He remains unaware of our intentions. She mentioned that Logan is one of the smartest students in school, and you guys can't deceive him forever. Then you said, 'I am well aware of his astuteness. That is precisely why we must ensure that he remains completely unaware of our mission.'"
"What is the mission?" he inquires.
"Trust me, it's a surprise that will blow his mind," Chelsea gleefully reveals.
"Why were you even talking to Stephanie? Are you hiding something?" Carlos accuses, his voice laced with disbelief. "You've been deceiving us."
"It's more complicated than you think," Chelsea replies, her eyes filled with a hint of mystery.
"No, it's not. Just be straight with us!" Kendall exclaims, growing increasingly impatient.
Curiosity piqued, Logan approaches the group, his footsteps echoing purposefully. "What's happening here, guys?"
"Just a casual conversation," Kendall responds calmly, attempting to diffuse the tension.
Logan raises an eyebrow, his sharp ears attuned to the frustration in Kendall's voice. "I could hear your heated exchange from across the skating rink. You've been rather impolite to Chelsea. But let's shift our focus to Katie - she needs to use the restroom."
"Then take her yourself," Kendall retorts, a touch of annoyance coloring his words.
"I would if I could, but here's the catch. I am not equipped for such matters. I am, you see, not a GIRL!" Logan retorts with a hint of sarcasm.
Without hesitation, Chelsea steps forward, her compassion shining through. "I'll take care of it. And while we're there, I need to attend to something as well."
"Perfect," Logan says, turning towards Katie, lowering himself to her eye level. "You'll go inside with Chelsea, and if you need help washing your hands, she'll be right there to lend a hand. Sound good?"
Katie nods and walks towards the girls' restroom, accompanied by Chelsea.
"Do you all fancy yourselves as brilliant masterminds, huh? Gathering here, conspiring to ruin my day with Chelsea, while manipulating poor little Katie like a pawn in your game. Pray tell, what did you bribe her with? Candies, perhaps?" Logan's voice dripped with disdain.
"Oh, I simply made her a secretive promise - a treat for her eyes only, watching SpongeBob after the sun sets, unbeknownst to my mom," Kendall replied with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
"Utter shame on you, exploiting your own flesh and blood to aid your efforts in tearing Chelsea apart from me," Logan retorted, appalled at their tactics.
"We had no choice, Logan. We're just trying to rescue you from her clutches," Carlos chimed in, his voice tinged with determination.
"I beg to differ, Carlos. I do not need rescuing. Chelsea poses no threat to me," Logan replied, his frustration seeping into his words.
Chelsea and Katie make their grand return, bursting with energy.
"I'm starving!" Katie declares, her voice reverberating through the room.
Kendall gently reminds his sister to lower her volume, his tone soft and soothing. "Katie, sweet baby sister, remember your inside voice. No need to share everything with the entire world."
Unfazed by her brother's plea, Katie repeats her statement with the same gusto, disregarding his request completely.
Kendall rolls his eyes and lets out a deep sigh, pressing his hand against his face in sheer frustration. "I just can't handle you today. It's simply impossible," he admits, feeling exasperated.
"Since you seem to be helplessly defeated by a five-year-old, I'll take her to the snack bar," Logan interjects, his eyes expressing both amusement and annoyance. He gracefully removes his skates and assists Katie in removing hers, preparing for their journey.
"You don't understand the challenges of living with her," Kendall argues.
While acknowledging Kendall's point, Logan confidently responds, "True, I may not share your struggles, but I know how to handle little ones. To me, she's a mischievous angel with a heart of gold."
Excitement radiates from Katie as she eagerly suggests, "Piggy back ride!"
"Of course! Hop on, my adorable Katie-Bear," Logan eagerly invites, bending down so she can climb onto his back.
Confidently striding in, a formidable motorcycle gang of high school rebels saunters through the doors. Each member flaunts a black leather vest, but it is the leader who steals the spotlight with his spiked attire and boots. Just as Logan and Katie innocently approach the snack bar, oblivious to the impending chaos, their world is about to be turned upside down.
With a protective arm around Katie, Logan's voice fills the air, "What shall we order, my little angel?"
Before Katie can even express her desires, their conversation is abruptly interrupted by the motorcycle gang leader, exuding arrogance. "Bring us a colossal pepperoni pizza, along with sodas and chips. Hurry up, we haven't got all eternity!"
Caught off guard, Logan is rendered speechless, a mix of disbelief and disgust etched across his face. Meanwhile, Katie, innocent and confused, cannot fathom why she was unceremoniously cut off.
Behind the counter, the employee, equally perturbed by the teenagers' appalling behavior, musters the courage to intervene. "Excuse me, but you need to wait your turn. These young ones were ordering first. Your interruption was not only impolite but also disrespectful. Kindly let the little girl place her order before you."
The teenager becomes furious and turns towards Logan and Katie. "I'm going first! I'm older!"
Logan, confused, questions, "What does age have to do with anything? Katie was ordering first. Just let her do it. Show some compassion. She's just a little girl."
Suddenly, the teen forcefully shoves Logan down.
"Leave him alone!" Katie bravely speaks up. "We were here first! Go away, meanies!"
In a threatening manner, the teen reveals a pocket knife, holding it dangerously close to Katie's face. "Say something else or be cut!"
"My brothers have taught me to never back down from a bully!" Katie declares.
The teen smirks and raises the knife.
"Do not hurt her!" Logan screams, protectively shielding Katie. "Listen, you don't have to do this! You don't have to resort to violence!"
"You want to be cut instead?!" the teen yells.
"No, I want you to calm down!" Logan insists.
In response, the teen punches Logan hard, causing him to fall to the ground once again.
"Katie, go get Kendall now!" Logan urgently instructs.
Reluctantly, Katie obeys and runs away, screaming for help. The teen commands three of his friends to stop her.
Just as Katie is about to reach Chelsea, James, Kendall, and Carlos, she is grabbed by the teens.
"Oh my gosh! Katie is in trouble! Those teens have her!" James exclaims.
"Get away from my princess!" Carlos angrily demands.
"Stop hurting my sister!" Kendall asserts.
All three boys, along with Chelsea, rush over to free Katie. Carlos and James manage to pin the teens to the ground.
"Katie, are you okay? Where's Logan? What happened?" Kendall asks, checking her for any injuries.
"I'm okay. Logan is dealing with that big, mean, spiky kid," Katie explains.
"Huh? Who are you talking about?" Kendall asks, puzzled.
"His name is Tony, but he likes to be called Switchblade because he always carries a pocket knife to intimidate people," Chelsea clarifies.
"How could you possibly be aware of that?" James inquired his suspicion veiling his words.
"Now is not the opportune moment to interrogate her!" Kendall retorted"Logan is in trouble! Let's go!" Katie pleaded, tugging on Kendall's arm with urgency.
With their hearts pounding, they sprinted towards the commotion, drawn by Logan's piercing scream. As they arrived, they witnessed the teenager viciously slashing his face before turning his attention to Logan's legs.
"STOP! PLEASE, JUST STOP! STOP!" Logan's screams reverberated through the air, filled with a combination of sheer terror and tears. He writhed in pain, restrained by the menacing grip of the gang members.
Consumed by rage, James swiftly seized a chair and hurled it towards the deranged assailant. "GET AWAY FROM HIM, YOU MANIAC!!" he bellowed furiously.
Version 1: The situation intensifies, causing panic among the people at the skating rink. The police have arrived on the scene.
Carlos expresses his relief, saying, "Papi! I'm so glad you're here!"
Officer Garcia smiles at him and takes hold of his megaphone, commanding, "Put an end to this nonsense immediately!"
A hush falls over the entire building, with the only sound being Logan's cries of pain, too frightened to move.
Katie speaks up, accusing the leader of the motorcycle gang, "He's the one who made them hurt Logan! He's a big bully! He told them to hurt me and hurt Logan!"
"Thank you, mija," Officer Garcia says, flashing a smile in her direction before shifting his attention to the older kids, particularly the leader of the motorcycle gang. His gaze locks onto the pocket knife, and his demeanor instantly becomes serious. "I strongly advise you to drop your weapon immediately and place your hands behind your back."
The teen's companions implore him to comply, and he reluctantly obeys, a smug expression still plastered across his face, under the misguided belief that he remains in control of the situation.
"Of course, officer," he retorts insolently, relinquishing the weapon.
Officer Garcia swiftly handcuffs you and your friends, ensuring that you don't cause any more trouble for yourselves until the situation is resolved.
"May I know your name and age?" Officer Garcia inquires.
"I go by Switchblade, and I'm 18," the teenager responds with a smug grin.
"Do you have any identification to confirm that?" Officer Garcia asks.
"No need for one," the teenager confidently replies.
"Are those motorcycles outside belonging to you and your friends?" Officer Garcia questions.
"Yeah," the teenager stubbornly answers, refusing to show respect by saying "yes, sir."
"Based on your behavior, it seems like you believe you can do whatever you want. However, as a minor, you're not as mature as you think. Without an ID or driver's license, you're driving those motorcycles illegally. Can you prove they're really yours without a license?" Officer Garcia explains.
"Tony is a troublemaker, sir," Chelsea interjects.
"Quiet, Chelsea!" the teenager snaps back.
James becomes even more suspicious, wondering how the teenager knows Chelsea's name and how she knew his earlier encounter.
The EMTs swiftly arrive to attend to Logan. His agitation is so intense that he adamantly refuses their touch, fearing another assault from the malicious adolescents, despite their inability to reach him. Katie, perceptive of his distress, compassionately grasps his hand and offers a reassuring smile. This gesture succeeds in pacifying him to the extent that the EMTs can proceed with their duties.
"You possess an exceptional younger sister," remarks the EMT, while gently cleansing the wound on Logan's face with an alcoholic wipe.
"Thank you. Although she is not my biological sibling, she feels like one," Logan responds.
"How heartwarming," the EMT acknowledges.
Curiosity piqued, Katie inquires, "Why are you wearing gloves?"
"Wearing gloves is an integral part of my profession when tending to wounds," the EMT explains, gratified that such a young child displays an interest in his line of work.
"Wow, Logan, would you like to pursue that career?" Katie asks.
"Become an EMT? I am uncertain. I believe I am destined to become a pediatrician," Logan declares.
"What is a 'petey a trist ban'?" Katie inquires, her tender age hindering her pronunciation of the word.
"That's a doctor who takes care of little superheroes like us," Logan explains with a mischievous smile.
"But what about my superhero mommy?" Katie asks, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"She goes to a superhero doctor, specially trained for grown-ups," Logan replies, his voice filled with awe.
"Why is that?" Katie inquires, her mind buzzing with wonder.
"It's because when our bodies grow into full-blown superheroes, we need a different kind of doctor to take care of us," Logan answers, his voice tinged with excitement.
"Aha!" Katie exclaims, a spark of understanding illuminating her face. "So, do you have to go to the magical hospicle?"
Logan chuckles and shakes his head, "No, silly! The extraordinary EMT is going to give me special stitches for this cut on my face."
"Oh, I see!" Katie bounces with joy, her eyes gleaming. "Then we'll be like superhero twins with matching stitches!"
Logan grins, his eyes twinkling. "Exactly, Katie! We'll be stitch buddies, ready to fight any evil that comes our way."
However, Katie's smile falters as she contemplates her stitches. "But Logan, why do mine need to be removed? They're mine, and I don't want them to go!"
Logan places a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Katie. Once your wound heals, you won't need the stitches anymore. They'll simply be symbols of your bravery and strength."
"Okay," Katie sighs, her voice tinged with a touch of sadness.
Sensing her dejected mood, the remarkable EMT steps forward, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Katie, how about a special prize for being such an incredible help in keeping Logan calm?"
A burst of excitement returns to Katie's eyes as she eagerly nods, her spirit rekindled.
"She adores prizes," Logan declares.
"Good to be aware of that, as she shall receive a small pin to adorn her shirt, proudly proclaiming her as a 'Great Helper'," the EMT states, deftly affixing it to her garment.
"Thank you," Katie expresses her gratitude.
Ms. Knight, Mrs. and Mr. Mitchell swiftly enter the premises, summoned by Officer Garcia to elucidate the events that had transpired.
"Oh, my darling! Are you unharmed?" Mrs. Mitchell exclaims, enveloping Logan in a tight embrace.
"I would fare better if you were not impeding my ability to breathe, mother!" Logan retorts, gasping for air.
"My apologies," Mrs. Mitchell concedes, releasing her grip and inspecting his stitched wound.
"Honey, you must calm down. He is now in good health. He is no longer a young boy. At 13 years old, it is evident that he has been well cared for by the EMTs and Officer Garcia," Mr. Mitchell reassures.
"I am aware. My concern lies with my dear LogieBear," Mrs. Mitchell states.
"Mother!" Logan exclaims, his embarrassment evident as the teenage biker gang bursts into laughter, followed by the entire skating rink.
"You made a promise! A promise that you would never utter that name in public again! I despise that foolish nickname! I wish you had never bestowed it upon me!" He expresses his anger, momentarily disregarding the fact that he is shouting at his mother.
"Son, you must calm yourself. I understand your distress, and I am not angered by your outburst," Mr. Mitchell intervenes.
"I simply wish to depart from this place and return home!" Logan exclaims, tears streaming down his face as he embraces his father.
"Before that occurs, would you be willing to accompany us to the police station to provide a statement regarding the incident?" Officer Garcia inquires.
"Yes, sir. I am determined to uphold the law. You are an exceptional officer. I apologize for my outburst. I am aware of its immaturity," Logan responds.
"In this particular circumstance, I believe your reaction was justified," Officer Garcia affirms.
At the police station, the group of individuals catch the attention of a female officer in the lobby. Curious about the commotion, she inquired, "What happened here?"
Officer Diaz, pointing towards the stitches on Logan's face, responded, "There was a fight at a roller rink. Things got ugly."
Switchblade, raising his voice, exclaimed, "It wouldn't have happened if he hadn't thrown a chair at me like a wild gorilla from a zoo!" Pointing to James.
James, equally agitated, retorted, "You sliced Logan's face with a knife as if he were a tribal sacrifice! You're insane!"
Switchblade, challenging James, taunted, "Are you ready for round 2? Let's go! I can take you!"
Unfazed, James confidently replied, "Fine, I can easily take you down!"
In an attempt to defuse the situation, Kendall and Carlos restrained James, while the officers held Switchblade back. Amidst the chaos, Katie began to cry, prompting Logan to sigh and facepalm.
Officer Garcia intervened, asserting, "That's enough! Both of you need to calm down! You're scaring Katie!"
Unconcerned, Switchblade retorted, "I don't care! That little brat needs to grow up and stop acting like a baby!"
Furious, Logan defended Katie, shouting, "Shut up! She's only five years old and terrified of what's happening! She's not a brat! She possesses more kindness in her heart than you have in your dark and empty soul!"
To pacify Katie, Logan picked her up and tried to comfort her. Subsequently, another officer escorted them all to an interrogation room.
The interrogation officer strides into the room, exuding an air of authority. His name, Officer Jenkins, is emblazoned on his uniform, a symbol of his position. The mere sight of him sends a shiver down Switchblade's spine, his nerves betraying his unease.
"What seems to be the issue here?" James inquires, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "Are you scared?" he taunts, relishing in the discomfort he perceives in Switchblade.
Officer Jenkins, his gaze momentarily diverted from his clipboard, addresses the group. "May I inquire as to the reason for your presence?" he queries, his eyes falling upon Switchblade's feeble attempt to conceal himself. "Tony? What have you gotten yourself into this time?"
"How do you know his real name?" James probes further, his skepticism evident.
"I am his uncle," Officer Jenkins reveals, his voice steady and assured.
"Oh, wow, you are in quite the predicament now!" James chuckles, his laughter laced with a sense of triumph. "No longer the tough guy now that you've been caught!"
Interrupting the jovial exchange, Mrs. Mitchell interjects with a serious tone. "Officer, I implore you to arrest your nephew for assaulting my son," she pleads, her words laced with a touch of deference. "I mean no disrespect, but he is nothing more than a teenage delinquent, as are his friends."
"I understand your concerns, ma'am," Officer Jenkins responds, his voice calm and composed. "However, I must first be apprised of the details surrounding the incident. I require a comprehensive account of what transpired.
"Alright," Mrs. Mitchell sighs, her voice muffled with weariness.
"Would it be alright if my mother stepped out? Her current state of mind is causing me unnecessary stress," Logan pleads.
"Logan Mitchell!" Mrs. Mitchell exclaims, taken aback and slightly disappointed.
"I don't care if you ground me for eternity. I kindly request that you leave. Please," Logan asserts, his tone still respectful towards her.
"Let's escape to the lobby for a calming cup of coffee," Mr. Mitchell suggests, a glimmer of relief in his eyes.
"I'll take Katie along with me. C'mon, my sweet," Ms. Knight offers.
"But I want to stay!" Katie protests, clinging to Logan's lap.
"Darling, you'll find it boring," Ms. Knight reasons.
"I want to stay here!" Katie insists, adamantly refusing to leave Logan's side.
"It's alright, Ms. Knight. She can stay. She can contribute by sharing what happened. She's a victim too," Logan declares, acknowledging Katie's significance.
"Got it," Ms. Knight acknowledges before bidding farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell.
Officer Jenkins inquires about the incident at the roller rink, expressing his intention to question Logan first.
"Sure thing. So, initially, I went alone. But later, I spotted Chelsea there and we hung out together. Sneakily, James, Carlos, and Kendall tried to separate us, even involving sweet little Katie in their poorly planned scheme. Eventually, I caught them interrogating Chelsea after I returned from skating with Katie. She needed to use the bathroom, so Chelsea took her. When they both returned, Katie was hungry, so I took her to the snack bar since Kendall was too lazy to do it himself. Coincidentally, we arrived at the snack bar at the same time as a teenage motorcycle gang. While Katie was placing her order, Switchblade, or rather Tony, interrupted her. The employee behind the counter was visibly disappointed and disapproving of his behavior. That's when things started to escalate. Tony pushed me down not once, but twice. Katie wanted to protect me, but I was more concerned about her safety, so I instructed her to go find Kendall. In response, Tony sent three of his goons after her," Logan recounts.
"They grabbed me, and it hurt badly," Katie adds. "But James and Carlos tackled them."
"We rushed to Logan when we heard his screams," Kendall chimes in.
"By the time we reached him, Toby had already sliced Logan's face with a pocketknife and was about to target his legs next," Carlos explains.
"In that situation, I did what any sane person would do. I threw a chair at him," James concludes.
"Tony and his wild comrades embarked on a daring motorcycle expedition, fueled by their rebellious spirit and untamed grit. No licenses or I.D's adorned their audacious ride as they defied societal norms. Their insolent disregard for authority left a sour taste in Officer Garcia's mouth, as they failed to even demonstrate basic etiquette, neglecting the use of 'yes sir' or 'no sir'."
"Tony, my heart is heavy with disappointment. The motorcycles were never meant to escape the confines of that lot! You brazenly absconded with the keys, encouraging your comrades to indulge in this reckless escapade. Haven't I already admonished you incessantly about the perils of riding them? You lack the necessary qualifications, dear boy! And then, you brazenly enter the roller rink, striking terror into the hearts of all, including an innocent five-year-old girl. A kindergartener, Tony! What could she have possibly done to deserve your torment? To top it all off, you brandish a menacing pocketknife, unleashing swift and malicious harm upon poor Logan. Are you intent on cementing a criminal legacy before even reaching adulthood?!" Officer Jenkins passionately vents his anger.
"How did you become privy to Tony's cunning acquisition of the motorcycle keys?" James inquires.
"Spare hours spent tinkering with motorcycles in the emporium of my esteemed confidant provided me with insider knowledge," Officer Jenkins reveals, a hint of mystery enshrouding his words.
Officer Garcia inquires, "Have Tony's parents and his friends' parents been contacted?"
Officer Jenkins responds, "Yes, Tony's parents are currently away on business, but I informed them and they are upset with him. He has been staying with me for the weekend and the rest of the week. His friend's parents will be arriving soon."
"Great," Officer Garcia acknowledges. "Is there any information that has been left out?"
James interjects, "Actually, Chelsea knew Tony's nickname, Switchblade, and I want to know how she knows."
Officer Garcia responds, "That is something only Chelsea can answer, James."
Chelsea explains, "He and his group of friends live in my neighborhood."
James presses, "There must be more to it."
Kendall interjects, "James, let's discuss this further on Monday at school. I am exhausted and want to go home."
"Fine," James concedes.
"Logan, my heart yearns for the comfort of your home," Katie whispers.
"Katie, you mustn't go home with him," Kendall warns with concern she'll have temper tantrum.
"Don't you see? Logan, I'm speaking directly to you!" Katie insists, her words tinged with a hint of defiance.
Officer Jenkins interjects, amusement painting his face. "Such spunk in this young girl," he chuckles.
Kendall, feeling exasperated, sighs in exasperation and retreats from the room, leaving Katie and Logan alone. They walk out a second later.
"Mommy, Kendall detests living with me!" Katie shrieks, her voice filled with both sadness and dismay.
The accusations cut like a knife through Kendall's patience. Annoyance and anger flare in his eyes as he retorts, "You little tattletale! That's a twisted distortion of what I said!"
Logan acknowledges, "You indicated that's what you desire."
"Shut up, Logan!" Kendall exclaims.
"I'm not the one raising my voice in a police station. It's you who needs to quiet down," Logan says, his anger masked by a calm demeanor.
Everyone, except for the teenage motorcycle gang, is allowed to leave.
On Sunday morning, Logan rides his bike to run a special errand and upon returning home, he finds his mother in the living room.
"Mom, I deeply apologize for yelling at you yesterday. My behavior was rude and disrespectful, which is completely out of character for me. 'LogieBear' is not a silly nickname; I am proud that you gave it to me. It holds a special meaning for you. I am truly sorry for how I treated you. As a token of my remorse, I went out and got you your favorite flowers," he says, presenting her with the bouquet. "I understand that I will face consequences for my actions. I deserve to be punished for being such a terrible child."
"Honey, come here. You are not a terrible child or son," Mrs. Mitchell says, pulling him into a hug. "I crossed a line yesterday by calling you 'LogieBear' in public, despite your clear request for me not to use that name. I should have respected your simple wish. I am also sorry. You will not receive any punishment because you do not deserve one. You are an amazing kid, and I am fortunate to have you as my son. Can you help me find a vase for these flowers?"
"Yes, ma'am," Logan says, feeling relieved and surprised that she is not angry with him.
Later in the day, there is a ring at the doorbell, and Mr. Mitchell answers it with a frown upon seeing who it is. The teenage motorcycle gang stands there, appearing somewhat remorseful. He lets out a sigh, knowing that they want to speak to Logan.
"Hey, Mr. Mitchell, is Logan home?" Officer Jenkins asks.
"Yes, he's upstairs in his room," Mr. Mitchell replies.
"Logan, please come downstairs! It's important!"
Logan walks downstairs and approaches them. "Yes, dad?"
"You have visitors. I know you don't want to talk to them, but I believe you should," Mr. Mitchell says.
Logan is confused until he sees who his dad is referring to and frowns. "Tony or Switchblade, or whatever you call yourself. I'm not interested in hearing what you have to say."
"It's crucial that he and his friends apologize to you properly and maturely," Officer Jenkins states.
"Can we come in?" Tony/Switchblade asks.
"I should say no, but the cold air is getting in, and I won't stand here all day. So, sure, you can come in, but you're not allowed to sit," Logan says, stepping aside to let them enter.
"What were you doing upstairs? Anything fun?" Officer Jenkins inquires.
"I was playing online chess with my cousin Nicky," Logan responds.
One of the members of the teenage motorcycle gang starts laughing. "You play that nerdy game? No wonder you're such a boring kid!"
This angers Logan and Mr. Mitchell.
"You have a lot of nerve coming here to seek forgiveness from my son and still insult him. You're in MY house! You will not speak to Logan in that manner! I should kick all of you out! Not you, of course, Officer Jenkins," Mr. Mitchell asserts.
"Brandon will apologize immediately," Officer Jenkins assures.
"I apologize." Brandon states.
"We all do. I should not have injured your face with a pocketknife, Logan." Tony/Switchblade admits.
"Firstly, my name is LOGAN! My father mentioned it twice! And secondly, you should not be carrying a pocketknife around. You do not live in the woods. You do not require one." Logan asserts.
"Is your face still in pain?" Officer Jenkins inquires.
"Unfortunately, it is still very sore. However, I am managing the pain with medication and engaging in relaxing activities to reduce my stress. I would like this group of troublemakers to leave now. I will do the right thing and accept their apology, but I am still angry about what they did. Especially to Katie. Hearing all those derogatory names you called her was not pleasant. You entered the skating rink as if you owned the place. All you had to do was wait patiently for her to order her food, but instead, you felt the need to demonstrate your superiority and dominance." Logan expresses his irritation.
"Leave immediately." Mr. Mitchell commands. "Goodbye Officer Jenkins. Thank you for bringing them here."
"You're welcome." Officer Jenkins responds and departs with the teenagers.
Logan ascends the stairs once again, only to reappear several hours later to partake in the evening meal. Subsequently, he proceeds to prepare his backpack for the upcoming school week before retiring to bed.