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Logan hasn’t seen the inside of detention for months. Months. He’s been really good. Dick hasn’t been able to get him to skip class to drink at the beach. Girls haven’t even been holding the exact same allure, at least not enough to skip. And no amount of goading from PCHer scum has sent his mouth into a sneering diatribe about whatever cholo’s, well, whatever.
He keeps the drinking to a happy buzz throughout the day, saving the binges for the weekends when his sperm donor is out of town. Preserving his backside, thus allowing for maximum surfing, seeing his friends, and even though it’s a bit cooler in the morning the waves have been great. It’s been bliss.
He is going to class, paying attention and participating.
His GPA is in the 3.0’s now and the teachers are warily optimistic that he has hit a turning point.. He has been enthusiastically encouraged to remain on that path (and no he didn’t miss the way the pretty, new student teacher delivered the encouragement, hand high on his thigh). Ms. James has been harder to convince, because she sees through bullshit, but even she cannot deny the changes he has made. A few college pamphlets have made their way into his
Tomorrow is a professional development day for the teachers (read: day drinking) and has a party tonight followed by a weekend of sun, surfing and glorious debauchery. So it figures, fucking FIGURES, that it’s hours before his reward that he gets his first detention in months!
He had seen her first thing in the morning and she had looked slightly pale, but damn if her skirt hadn’t been a little too short, showing some creamy thigh when she bent over to re-clasp a buckle on her belt. And fuck if he hadn’t immediately gotten hard at that, and fuck all if it hadn’t pissed him off that she had that kind of power over him. So he had to go and slam his fist into that fuck face Chardo to ease the frustration he would never, ever take out on a woman, let alone her.
“See ya Monday Mr. C!” Logan calls over his shoulder as the school door slams shut behind him, as he skips over to the student parking lot when he stops dead in his tracks. There where he left it is his beautiful yellow X-Terra, glinting bright in the Neptune sun, chosen to piss off his dad, but, eh, the color is growing on him. That’s not what caused the unease to take over his whole being as he crept slowly closer looking for--
Dropping his books, he takes off in a dead run and falls to his knees beside her car, gathering a small blonde tightly to his chest who is now extremely pale, with shallow breathing and a pool of blood gathering between her legs.