9 months later
LOGAN
Starting junior year in college is a big deal. At least it is to my parents.
"Oh my baby boy. I'm so proud of you!" My mom says as she squeezes me into a bone crushing hug.
"Ma" I whine as I try to pull away from her.
"I can't help it Logan. You got a football scholarship and you're going to get drafted right out of college, I can't help but be proud of my only son."
I smile at her and kiss her on the cheek.
Quickly her face changes into a serious expression.
"Just make sure you have a backup plan in case something happens"
I roll my eyes and sling my backpack over my shoulder.
"I know mom, but I don't need a backup. Nothings going to happen to football"
She gives me a look and puts her hands on her hips. The lines in her face were deeper now than I remember, but her features are the same.
Kelly and I look just like her. We have the same dark brown hair, and the same big brown eyes. The only thing I got from my father was his height.
"Final boarding call to LAX from Denver"
My moms face morphs back into a frown as she squeezes me into yet another hug.
"I'm going to miss you baby"
"I know ma, imma miss you too"
She pulls away and wipes the tears from under her eyes before she backs away from me.
She offers me a small smile as I turn on my heel and start down the terminal.
The whole summer I spent with my parents and Kelly, I was helping her plan her wedding to Josh. He proposed on our birthday and of course she said yes.
After everything that happened with Thalia, he thought it would be better to wait and not do it on Christmas like he planned. And as much as I hate him I appreciate that. Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought.
Getting over Thalia hasn't been easy, especially when I constantly saw her with her 'boyfriend' whenever I would go out. Every time she saw me she would stand away from him and always give a sad look, like she was the one that had their heart ripped out of their chest and stomped on.
I became an major asshole over the summer and I knew it. I slept around just to make myself feel better.
It worked too. Every time I left in the morning I felt a little bit better about Thalia cheating on me. It still hurt though.
I step onto the plane and quickly find my seat, groaning internally when I notice the balding man that sits next to me. He was drinking a glass of whiskey already and had a bowl of peanuts in front of me.
I slide past him and sit in the seat before buckling myself up and digging around in my sweats pocket for my headphones.
I plug them in and hit the shuffle button for my playlist. The guy next to me adjusts his position and jabs his elbow into my ribs.
This is going to be a long fucking flight.
**
"Logan you need to lead this room. You haven't done anything since you've been back" my roommate Wilson says.
"Fuck off" I snap at him as I cover my head with my blankets.
I can hear him scoff before I feel my blankets being ripped off me.
"Dude seriously, you've been in your room for a week. You need to get out and shower"
I narrow my eyes at him to which he just raises his hands in an innocent way.
"I told Sarah that I'd go to her recital tonight and I'm bringing you with me"
"Ew why?" I groan.
"Because I need the support to sit through a two hour ballet show"
"She's your girlfriend" I grumble
"Logan just get your ass up and get dressed. We're leaving in 45 minutes."
"I'll pass"
Wilson mumbles something under his breath before he crosses his arms over his chest.
"If you come with me I'll send Iris your way"
That peaked my interest.
Iris was Wilson's lab partner and she was hot. She had blonde hair that ended just above the curve of her plump ass. She always wore tight clothes that showed off all her luscious curves and bright red lipstick to make her plump lips stand out ever more.
"Fine asshole you win"
It's been a while since I've been laid anyway.
I force myself out of my bed and I throw on the first set of clothes I can find, which ends up being a pair of ripped jeans, with a navy T-shirt and a gray flannel.
I slide my feet into my sneakers and run my fingers through my hair to tousle it some more before spritzing myself with my cologne.
I grab my phone and wallet off my end table and shove them in my pocket as I walk out my bedroom door.
"Finally what took you so damn long?" Wilson asks as he stands from the couch.
"Oh you know the usual, I had to do my hair and makeup"
He punches my arm and I have to use all my strength to not wince.
I wish he'd stop going to the gym.
The dude can punch.
He throws his hair into a bun and grabs his jean jacket on our way out the door. We pass by my 'brand new' mustang as we exit the form and I pout slightly.
"I never get to drive it"
Wilson rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets.
"I don't know why you even got the damn thing, everything you do is within a mile radius. You're a football star for gods sake, you don't need the fucking car."
He was right, but I didn't have anything else to do with grandmas money she left me when she died.
I figured I'd buy a car to get around California with, but like my roommate pointed out, I don't go anywhere aside from my dorm room and the coffee shop around the corner. I use the campus gym to work out and the cafe across the street from our building to eat.
That's it.
Sarah's fiery red hair comes into view as we approach the stadium. She was dressed in a bright pink leotard and matching ballerina flats, her hair was tied up in a tight bun that was secured with an over the top matching bow.
I watched Wilson's face light up when he got a glimpse of her.
I remember that feeling.
"Hey baby" Wilson says as we approach her.
She whips around and a giant smile makes its way onto her face. He wraps his arms around her and places a kiss on the top of her head before pulling away.
"You guys are cutting it close, I didn't think you'd make it" she states
I shrug and Wilson glares at me.
"Just had a little issue to deal with, but the important thing is we made it" he tells her.
She smiles at him again and laces their fingers together as she leads him into the stadium, with me -unfortunately- following.
I nudge Wilson's shoulder when Sarah stops to talk to another performer.
"Dude we had a deal"
He rolls his eyes in response and pulls out his phone. He types a few things before he returns it to his pocket.
I feel my phone buzz, so I pull it out and glance at the number on my screen.
"Just make sure you stay in your room this time, I don't want to see your junk again because you can't wait until you make it to your bedroom Logan"
I shrug at him and text the number he sent me.
Hey Iris, it's Logan Willis (Wilson's roommate) was wondering if you wanted to get together tonight?
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This chapter kinda sucked, but it was mainly a filler.
You won't get to met the female MC until a few more chapters (two at the most) but she'll be mentioned in the next one!