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Aug 1

I Got You; Chapter One - John Logan

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: John Logan x Graham!Reader (Little G, Little Graham, LG) Word Count: 18.6k (i know y'all wanted a long fic, but tumblr isn't letting me upload more than 1,000 block lines or whatever. i guess 50.8k is just too much for a single upload, lol) Warnings: whole season rewrite of sorts, fluff, lil' angst, nicknames (little g, little graham, lg, princess), mentions of dv, mentions of blood on hands, lg is almost anywhere and everywhere so if that's not your speed then kindly keep scrolling, loosely using hannah and garrett's storyline so if that not your cup of tea please keep scrolling, Requested: no | yes; Smut: no | yes; 18+ MINORS DNI: mutual masturbation, oral (m+f receiving), fingering (f receiving), protected & unprotected m+f (unprotected is one scene. always wrap before you tap. thanks.), A/N: Hi, friends! A couple of scene rewrites turned this... book. Little spoiler; the info about his background was received from Google at the time of writing. Anyway. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

“I’m gonna fucking murder him,” I said into the phone.

“No, you’re not,” my best friend replied. “You’re not going to murder anyone.”

“Well, I’m making an exception.” Walking up the steps to the house, I took a deep breath to try and calm the little bit of anger that was starting to well up inside of me. “He didn’t even call, babe.”

My best friend laughed before asking, “To tell you what?”

“To tell me he was throwing this party!” I looked at the staircase as I heard one of the boys call for the other. “Listen, I just walked in the door. Don’t be surprised if you see me on the news or whatever that gossip site is about me being arrested.”

She laughed again, and I could tell she was shaking her head at my antics. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. I’ll be home soon.” I hung up before she had the chance to reply, going straight for the kitchen. “Garrett, I will murder you in your sleep.” Looking around, I noticed that my big brother wasn’t where I thought he’d be.

“Don’t give me the silent treatment,” Tucker said.

Turning my head to the right, I looked him dead in the eyes. “Where the hell is he?”

“He’s taking the world’s longest shower.”

With furrowed brows, I walked around the small island, seeing John Logan, my crush, under the kitchen sink. “W-who are you talking about?” I asked, flustered.

“Dean,” Logan said. “Who are you talking about?”

“My brother, Garrett.”

“Still?” Tucker asked.

My attention went back to him as Logan answered, “At least the door is shut this time.”

Bringing my head back with a confused look on my face, I asked, “He never shuts the door?”

“Logan, the drain’s clogged again,” Dean shouted.

“No shit,” Logan shouted. “Finish your fucking shower, I’ll come fix it!”

I watched Tucker walk off the keg for tonight’s party, shaking his head as he did so.

“So. Are you going to quote unquote murder your brother?” Logan asked, putting his head back under the sink.

“Yes.”

He grunted while doing… whatever the hell he was doing under there. “Why?”

Moving to stand beside him, I leaned my lower back against the counter and crossed my arms. “Because you guys are throwing a party and he didn’t tell me.”

“Bad, bad brother.”

I kicked his boot, causing him to laugh. “He’s also your best friend. So, therefore, that makes him a bad, bad best friend.”

“Yeah, but when?” I heard Tucker ask.

“You want me to come down naked, Tucker?” came Dean’s voice. “‘Cause I’ll do it.”

“Yes!” I yelled while basically running to the other side of the front door to stand next to Tucker. Looking at Dean, I smirked. “Well, hello, Dean Di Laruentis.”

“He sure will!” Logan yelled, his voice muffled.

Tucker looked at me and said, “Nevermind. Forget I asked,” before setting the keg down.

“Maybe Garrett will help,” Dean said.

“After I murder him,” I mentioned, holding a finger up.

“And why are you–” Tucker went to ask.

Hitting him in the arm, I replied, “Because you fuckers are having a party and he didn’t tell me. Ya’know, as a matter of fact, I’ll murder you three as well. Yeah. Uh-huh. All four of you are dead.”

~~~

A few hours later, I was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the island, a bottle of water in my hand while watching Tucker at the stove when my brother decided to make an appearance.

“Ladies,” Garrett said.

I looked at him before widening my eyes and setting my bottle down in front of me as he said Dean’s name. “I’m gonna murder you.”

Garrett looked at me and quietly exclaimed my name, shocked that I was there at the party. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Uhm, it's a party, and it seems like all of Briar was invited except for me.”

“I can explain–”

“Nope, I don’t wanna hear it.” Taking my water bottle, I unscrewed the cap to take a drink from it.

“That better not be–”

“Don’t worry, dickhead. It’s water.”

Garrett wrapped his arm around my shoulders, giving me a side hug before kissing the top of my head. “Love you, brat.”

“Love you, too, dick.”

He moved to the fridge to put some beer in it before grabbing one and turning back to face me. “Smells good, Tuck.”

“Thank you,” Tucker replied.

“Dean?” I said, feeling Garrett’s arm go back around my shoulders. “Dean. Come on now. Don’t fuck on the island. At least take her on the couch.”

“I’m cooking, man.” Tuck looked at me and pointed. “And that’s gross.”

“Yeah, please don’t talk like that,” Garrett asked.

I stood a little straighter at seeing Logan come from around the corner as he said, “I just fixed the shower. Again.”

Logan stopped at me and Garrett, my hand shooting out to stop him in his tracks, my fingertips landing on his stomach. “If you hold up either a used condom or a wad of hair, I’m either gonna puke or punch you or both.”

“I’ll give you one guess,” he said, looking me dead in the face while holding a used condom.

I hit him in the stomach, making him chuckle before he turned and leaned against his toolbox that he placed on the counter.

“That could be anyone,” Dean deflected, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, uh-huh, sure,” I chuckled, wrapping my arm around my brother’s back.

Garrett was eighteen months years older, and a school year ahead of me. You’d think we were either twins or only a year apart, but nope. We’re just that close. When Dad would… hit our mom, Garrett would protect me by distracting me.

There would be a few times when I’d be sitting with our mom, and our dad would come in and start berating her, and Garrett would peek in on what was going on with our parents. Our eyes would lock, and I could tell he’d want to come and get me when he’d see the tears streaming down my cheeks, but he wouldn’t be able to without getting hit by our dad.

I remember this one instance when we had walked in the house after school, and I was so excited to show Mom a picture I’d drawn in Art class that day. Dad was furious about something, and I hadn’t seen his hand reach back to start hitting on Mom. His hand had collided with my face.

Garrett saw the whole thing, and even told me he’d try to call my name to stop me from running in the living room where Mom was, but I didn’t hear him. He’d helped to calm me down and clean off the blood before putting me in my room and going to his. I’d seen his knuckles the next morning, all bruised.

It was hard on Garrett and I when he got accepted into Briar U. When he moved on campus, I cried myself to sleep every single night for about a week. He’d call and check up on me when he could since it was just our dad and I.

When I got accepted into Briar U last year, I was more than fucking happy; I was ecstatic! I got to spend more time with my brother, and I even got to watch him play hockey!

I have my own apartment, but I stay at the off-campus house as often as I can. I can’t explain it, but I feel more safe being in the house than I do in my own apartment.

“Fuck, dude,” Tucker said; his voice bringing me out of my thoughts.

“It’s obviously yours, bud,” Garrett said, talking to Dean. He squeezed my shoulder, the action making me look up at him. “You okay?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah. Just lost in thought.”

“Don’t look at me,” the girl said, regaining our attention.

“What?” Dean said. “Okay, shower sex is hot.”

“Speak for yourself,” I mumbled.

“So the next time a drain gets clogged in this house, you get to fix it,” Logan said, his attention on Dean.

“Yeah, like Dean’s ever snaked a drain,” Garrett said before taking a drink from his beer bottle.

“I’m sure he’s snaked a drain,” I mumbled, shifting my eyes to the side to look at my brother.

“That’s gross. Don’t ever say that again.”

I laughed as Logan asked, “Have you ever snaked a drain?”

“OH, I’ve heard it,” I chuckled, taking a drink from my water.

Ignoring me, Garrett answered Logan. “I know what snaking a drain is. I mean, that counts, right?”

“Leave the handyman work to Logan, big brother,” I said, patting Garrett’s stomach.

“Hey, what are these dainty fucking sandwiches you’re making, Tuck?” Logan asked.

“It’s a house party,” Tucker answered. “We need dippables.”

Garrett almost spit his beer out as I started laughing, throwing my head back against his arm, since it was still wrapped around my shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” Logan said. “Did you just–”

“Yes, he did,” I interrupted through my laughter.

“Yeah, he just said, uh, dippables,” Garrett answered.

“Dippables,” Logan repeated.

Pinching Tucker’s nipple, Dean repeated the word, my brother and Logan saying the word over again. Garrett kissed the top of my head before walking off into the living room while I moved to push Logan out of the way.

“Okay, okay, alright,” I raised my voice. “Y’all leave Tucker alone.” Turning to face Logan, I added, “None for you if you’re gonna make fun of his food.” Turning back to Tuck, I gave him a look that he knew all too well.

“Sorry, I couldn’t modify anything, Little Graham,” he said.

Waving him off, I said, “That’s alright,” as I watched Dean pick up one of the sandwiches and kiss it. “That one’s yours, Dean. Don’t put it back.”

Dean faked a salute and winked at me before taking a bite from it.

“What are we listening to?” I heard Garrett ask before the music changed from the beats they called music to some 1980’s metal, Nothin’ but a Good Time by Poison blaring through the speakers, Logan and I walking to the living room as he did so.

“Hey, can you play something from this millennium, please?” Logan asked.

“Uh, no,” I replied.

“This is a classic,” Garrett said.

Logan gave Garrett the finger before walking to the dart board. I didn’t know what else to do, so I went to sit on the arm of the couch by Garrett when a body beat me there.

Fucking Kendall.

Huffing, I turned and walked back over to Logan, sitting on the corner of the air hockey table. “What the fuck does he see in her?” I asked.

“Who?” Logan inquired.

“Fucking Kendall. What does Garrett see in her?”

“She’s a good fuck for him, maybe?”

I looked at him, incredulous. “John Logan!”

He chuckled and threw a dart, saying, “Hey, you asked.”

Kendall and I locked eyes as she and my brother walked by as she said my first name, my reply to her being her own name right back at her. When they disappeared upstairs, I released an annoyed sigh.

“She’s such a bitch. I bet - no, I know - there’s someone out there better for him.”

“Like there’s someone out there for you?” Logan asked, those brown eyes staring into mine.

I nodded my head before taking a sip from my water bottle.

~~~

Waking up the next morning, I stretched my arms above my head, careful not to make any loud noises that would wake my roommate. As I stared at the ceiling, I started not to recognize it.

Sitting up, I looked around and noticed that I was in a boys room. How did I get here? I don’t remember falling asleep. Looking down, I also didn’t recognize the shirt or shorts I was wearing.

Oh, my god.

Looking around, I couldn’t help but look at all this boy’s personal effects everywhere; books, beer bottles, hockey gear– wait. Hockey gear. Twisting a little, I looked at a picture on the nightstand, seeing a boy and his sibling standing together.

I recognized the two in the picture; Logan and his sibling Jules.

I was in Logan’s room.

Holy fucking shit, I was in John Logan’s room.

Looking around again, I came to realize that I was the only one in the room. It gave me the chance to snoop, but I decided against it. Instead, I chose to change out of the clothes I was put into and put my own back on. Exiting the room, I walked down the hall to see if the bathroom was empty, which it was.

After using the restroom, washing my hands and brushing my teeth, I went down stairs, seeing the sports center channel on.

“There’s a lot of hope around these young guys,” the sportscaster said. “The Bruins are putting a lot of faith, a lot of stock in Garrett Graham.”

I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and a spoon before grabbing the cereal and milk that was kept here for me. As I made myself breakfast, I couldn’t help but focus on the sportscasters voices.

“He has the ability and the potential to be a general player.”

“Wow, really?”

“Of course, he does,” I mumbled to myself, making myself a cup of coffee before adding sarcastically, “He’s Phil fucking Graham’s son. Piece of shit.”

“Who’s a piece of shit?”

I almost dropped my bowl and mug on the ground upon hearing another voice. Turning around, I saw Garrett standing by the back door. “Fucking hell, G.” Releasing a steadying breath, I noted, “Dad.”

“I’m working out.”

“You do that,” I said, raising my mug. As I started to make my way to the couch, my mug was taken from my hand. “What the–”

“Too sweet for me.”

Looking dead at the culprit, I said, “Well, it wasn’t made for you, Logan. Plus, I didn’t even put sugar in it.”

We just looked at each other for a few moments. The bandana he wore on his head did wonders for him, as well as the cut off hoodie he wore.

“You changed.”

“I… changed?”

“You clothes.”

“Oh, uhm… yeah. Why do you ask?”

He shrugged. “You just looked better in my clothes.”

“U-uhm,” I stuttered. “Garrett’s outside working out.”

He nodded his head, taking one more sip of my coffee before handing it back to me. Logan walked to the back door, my eyes following him before I turned back around to head to the couch.

Tucker eventually made his way outside, shaking his head at Dean, who was still passed out on the couch.

I kicked his leg at one point, telling him the guys were outside and that if he valued his spot on the team, he’d better get his ass out there. The girl that was wrapped around him all night ended up staying sound asleep.

When I was finished with my cereal and coffee, I took my dishes back into the kitchen, standing at the sink to wash them. I couldn’t help but look up at the backyard, watching them workout. Of course, my eyes were trained on Logan… and maybe Dean.

At one point, I swear Dean looked over his shoulder and looked at me, to which I gave him the finger at him for being a cocky son of a bitch. I chuckled at seeing him laugh at me, my attention going back to my dishes.

When they came back inside, I made them all wash their hands before touching anything. I acted as if I were their mother and not a sister and friend. They went to grab themselves coffee mugs, but I made them sit down and drink some water as I prepared their mugs while they talked.

“We weren’t dating,” Garrett said, taking a mug from my hands.

I was so into what I was doing, that I didn’t even know who they were talking about.

“You kinda were,” Logan said.

“Who are we talking about?” I asked, paying attention to the coffee I was pouring.

“Yeah, you and Kenall have been hooking up all semester.”

I scoffed, handing Tuck a mug before pouring one for Dean. “Oh, we’re talking about that bitch?”

“Unfortunately,” Tuck breathed. “House says–”

Tuck, Logan and myself said, “Aye!” as my brother and Dean said, “Nay!”

“Dean agrees with you,” Logan said, looking towards Dean, Tuck and myself. “Which kind of just proves that you’re wrong.”

“He’s not supposed to agree, Logan!” I exclaimed. “Dean is supposed to be on our side!”

“Fuck,” Garrett muttered.

“Ya’know, I don’t have to take this slander,” Dean said. “I am a responsible, upstanding member of society.”

I chuckled, handing Tucker his mug of coffee.

“Dean?”

All five of us looked toward the couch, seeing the girl from last night sitting up.

“I’ll be ready in 30 minutes,” Dean said.

“Do you not want any coffee?” I asked playfully.

“I would love some, Little Graham, but I shall get my energy elsewhere this morning.” He stood and came around the island to quickly place a kiss to the side of my head.

I allowed all the kisses to the head like Garrett because I was close with all these boys. They helped to protect me like Garrett does, which I very much appreciated.

“You’re giving yourself 30 minutes?” I asked Dean as he walked away.

“Maybe an hour,” he replied.

“That’s ambitious,” Tuck and I said in unison.

“Alright, he gets a half hour,” Garrett said. “If he’s any longer, we’re leaving.”

I picked up the mug that I had made for Dean and walked it over to Logan, who gave me his thanks as his fingers glided over mine as he took the mug from my hand, those damn butterflies making an appearance in my stomach.

When Garrett looked at his phone, I snuck a glance at the screen, seeing a text from our dad, which said, You two can’t ignore me forever.

“Is it your dad?” Logan asked.

“Un-fucking-fortunately,” I mumbled, sitting on the table.

Logan had turned his chair around, the back of it facing Garrett and I as he sat backwards in it.

“Yeah,” Garrett answered. He locked his phone and set it back on the table next to me. “He’s got a new girlfriend. Wants us to meet her.”

“Fuck that,” I said, looking down my feet. When I looked at Logan, he had his right arm draped across the top of the chair, his left on the table with his hand around the mug. If he moved his fingers, his fingertips would touch my leg.

“That’s inevitable, right?” Logan asked. When neither Garrett nor I answered him, he continued, “Look, I know he can be a dick.”

“Can be?” I said in defence. “No, he’s more than a dick.”

“Second that,” Garrett agreed.

“Okay,” Logan breathed, looking right into my eyes. “But he’s still y’all’s dad.”

I huffed and looked away from him, my head tilting back a little as unshed tears lined my eyes.

“All he cares about is hockey,” Garrett said. I was letting him take the reins on this one. “Ya’know, I only matter because I am him. I’m just a mini fucking Phil Graham. Sis here–”

“Was born out of inconvenience. Mom got pregnant with me. Dad wanted her to abort, she didn’t. I was born 7 months later.”

“You’re not, though.”

“Tell that to Dad,” I said, looking at Garrett, a tear sliding down my cheek.

“I have to agree,” Logan said. “You’re not. Now, Garrett, all you’d have to do is win a Stanley Cup, a Norris trophy or two. Both of you could spend more time on your hair than a Kardashian, and bam-” He snapped his fingers. “-yeah, Garrett is just like him.”

Garrett and I looked at each other and laughed, my hand coming up to my face to wipe the tears away.

“Hey,” Logan said, gaining our attention. “Y’all’s dad was great. Everybody knows it. But no one is expecting you to be like him.” That last statement was directed towards Garrett.

“He is,” Garrett and I said.

“All our parents have expectations, G. Shit, I’d kill for my dad to even be into hockey, let alone a damn legend. Alright? But we’re not doing this for them. We’re doing this ‘cause we love it. Right?” Logan looked at me and said, “You support him because he’s your brother and you love it, too, right?”

I thought about it for a second, remembering when we were little, sitting at one of Dad’s games. I don’t remember much of Dad’s games, but I remember the smile on Garrett’s face every time Dad made a good play, and when Garrett would tell me about the game and what was okay to do and not okay to do.

When Garrett started playing, that’s when my love of the game started; I love it because I got to see my big brother all happy and in his element.

Garrett and Logan leaned forward to clink their mugs together at the same time I sniffled, catching a whiff of their stink.

“Holy shit,” I said, covering my nose. “You two need to take showers. You both smell like shit.”

~~~

“You guys are nothing but players, ya’know,” I said, standing next to a table at Malone’s with the guys.

“Why are you standing?” Logan asked.

“Uhm, because Dean has a girl sitting in front of him, and she won’t move, even though I’ve asked?”

“Here,” he whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling me to sit on his leg. “Now you have a place to sit.”

“I’ll see you at the game?” Garrett asked.

I turned my head over my shoulder, seeing two girls on either side of him, giggling. Rolling my eyes, I turned my head back to face forward, seeing a girl looking at us. Smiling a little, I waved at her before she turned around and walked to a guy standing at the counter.

Justin Kohl. Front man and lead guitarist of the band After Hours. They were alright. They played here quite frequently when the diner hours turned to bar hours.

I watched their disaster of a conversation before Garrett walked up to her after Justin left with his bag of food.

“Do you know her?” Logan asked.

I’d almost forgotten I was sitting on his leg. “Uhm, a little,” I answered, still looking at my brother and the girl, who I recognized as Hannah, our waitress on countless nights we’ve eaten here. “Garrett told me that he’d gotten a tutor. I guess that’s her. She’s waited on us a lot.”

She quickly pointed in our direction before Garrett looked over here, gesturing in our direction.

Narrowing my eyes just a little, I quietly asked, “What?” to myself as I watched him turn back to face the girl before she walked over to a customer, refilling his drink. They talked a little more before she walked around him. Even from here, I could tell his demeanor shifted a little.

What had she said that caused him to shift like that?

~~~

About an hour later, we were pulling back up to the house in Garrett’s Wrangler. I was laughing at something one of the guys said, when I looked over at the front porch, my laughter immediately dying at seeing a figure standing there. Looking back over at Garrett, the fear I hadn’t felt in a while coming to the surface.

“Hey,” Logan said, standing beside me outside of the car. “Just talk to him.” He looked at me and said, “Come with me?”

I shook my head with a quick tight-lipped smile.

“If you start to feel uncomfortable, come and find me, alright?”

Nodding, I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid out of the seat since Garrett took the doors off the Jeep. Breathing out a deep breath, I waited until Logan and Garrett were in front of me before I started walking.

“Mr. Graham,” Logan said as we approached my dad.

“Logan,” Dad said, clasping Logan’s hand before bringing him in for one of those half hugs men do. “Looking as handsome as ever.”

I could feel my cheeks flush at the compliment Dad gave. Logan was fucking handsome, alright. And boy did I know it. I’ve had some dreams about that handsome face doing some things to me.

Anyway.

Logan brought me out of my thoughts when he said, “You, too. Good to see you,” before he walked off into the house.

Dad looked at the two of us and said, “Oh,” before chuckling. A couple of seconds passed before he said, “Saw that you made captain.”

I watched Garrett nod before Dad said, “About time.”

Garrett placed an arm in front of me, his instinct to protect me strong. “I’m a junior.”

“Better late than ever.”

My breaths started coming out in heavy pants before I asked, “Did you come out here to congratulate him, or make him feel like he fucked up somehow?”

“Look, I tried calling him earlier, but he didn’t pick up–”

“Have you ever thought that maybe we don’t wanna speak to you?” I seethed.

“I’m not here to fight, kids.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

Garrett quietly said my name, gaining my attention, his eyes already locked on me.

“Can we just go inside?” Dad asked.

“No, thanks,” Garrett and I said.

“Kids.”

“Dad.”

“Fine.” Dad waited a couple of seconds before saying, “Cindy and I are getting married.”

Garrett and I looked at each other, taken aback by what our dad just said. We looked back at him before Garrett said, “You’ve been dating for, like, two seconds.”

My fear for this woman is increasing by the second.

“Six months,” Dad corrected.

“Not any better,” I said. “Does she even fucking know you?”

“Yeah, exactly,” Garrett exclaimed.

“Watch it,” Dad said.

“Or what? You’ll hit me enough for the both of us?” I asked.

Hearing my name being called, I looked up at the front door, seeing Logan standing there.

“I don’t have any time for this,” Garrett said. He looked at me and said, gently, “Please go inside. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I huffed and walked around the both of them to walk up the steps and into the house. I wanted to throw something, but elected not to. So, I decided to kick a shoe instead.

Hands were on my arms, and a voice was calling to me, but I couldn't hear over the fear and the anger I was feeling. When I was turned around, I was hitting a chest before being shoved forward into said chest, the tears I hadn’t even realized I was crying streaming down my cheeks.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” the voice said. “I got you.”

When I looked up, Logan’s eyes met mine for a second before he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, cupping my jaw after.

“I got you,” he whispered.

The tears came faster at that point as my cheek met his chest once again.

~~~

Sitting in the arena, or as some of the girls here liked to call it, the Boy Aquarium, I didn’t have any choice but to sit next to the person I called Dad. He tried talking to me, but I elected to ignore him, not wanting to hear a damn word he has to say.

“Please welcome your very own Briar U Hawks!” the announcer said.

I cheered along with everyone else. Garrett, Logan, Dean and Tucker all four on the ice, skating around.

“Let's go, Hawks!” I yelled.

“Here’s hoping they win,” Dad said.

“Yeah. If you didn’t fuck with Gare’s head. Let’s go, 22! Let’s go, 44!”

Garrett and I locked eyes from across the rink before his gaze shifted to my left. Cindy was sitting on Dad’s left, and even though she’s spoken to me, I just didn’t have the desire to speak back to her. Rude, I know.

The ref dropped the puck after the teams got into their positions, Eastwood immediately hitting the puck and taking it down towards our net, Briar taking it back at some point. Logan passed it to Garrett, who shot it… at the damn wall.

“What the hell, G?!” I yelled.

They started again, Garrett missing the puck… again. I could feel his frustration from here as he went after the Eastwood player, slamming him into the wall right in front of us.

Ref told Garrett to get into the penalty box, where he slammed the door shut with a yell. I got up and went over to it, hitting the glass. When he looked at me, I gave him sad eyes, asking him What are you doing? with the look I was giving him.

He shook his head before looking back at the ice, his whole body shaking from his anger and leg bouncing.

When it was halftime, I tore out of the stands to follow the Hawks back to their locker room. I made it just in time to see Garrett throw his helmet at the wall before he started walking towards me at the exit, Logan hollering his name before looking at me

“Garrett,” I said, placing my hands on his cheeks. It wasn’t him I was seeing, but… our dad. “Go chill, G.”

He nodded and walked around me, Logan hollering, “Hey, the game’s not over!”

I met Logan halfway from where I stood, crossing my arms over my chest and taking a deep breath. “It’s dad. He’s gotten to him somehow.”

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“He just needs to get grounded, that’s all.”

“Well, let’s hope he does because he’s playing like shit.”

When the teams had to go back to ice, I went back to my seat, seeing a change in Garrett. I wonder what helped ground him…

When Garrett shot the puck into the net, the crowd roared, my screams hopefully being the loudest, and when they won the game? Shit. I stood from my seat jumping with my arms in the air.

After the boys got all showered and changed, we all went to the block party that was going on. Garrett and I were sitting at a table; I was watching people dancing, and he… well, he was on his phone.

“Garrett, get off your fucking phone,” I whined.

He looked at me for a split second before saying, “Go dance. Go have fun.”

“I don’t know anyone here but you and the rest of the Hawks.” I groaned as he looked back down at his phone. “Ugh! You’re no fun!”

“You know, if you pick your head three inches,” Logan said, scaring the shit out of me. “There’s a party.”

“The waitress from Malone’s,” Garrett said. “What’s her name?”

“You mean Hannah?” I said.

“What?”

“God, you’re an idiot.” I sighed. “She’s waited on you guys, what, a bajillion times?” I looked at Logan for confirmation.

“Yeah, dude,” he agreed.

Pointing at his phone, he asked Logan, “She has?”

“You seriously haven’t noticed her?”

Well, shit. There went my feelings. In the fucking trash can. I sat back, leaning my back against the table with my arms crossed, bringing my right leg to cross over my left. I started swinging my leg up and down, my defense up to protect my feelings.

“Alright, we’re doing shots,” Dean said. I perked up as he came over to our little table. “We’re doing shots, boys. Sorry, Little Graham. You’re not of age yet.”

“You know what?” I said. “Fuck you guys.”

“Whoa, you okay?” Garrett asked.

“Yup. Fine. Couldn’t be better.”

Tuck and Dean were talking about something when Logan and I locked eyes.

“You drinking tonight, G?” Dean asked, gaining my brother’s attention.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, grabbing the shot cup from Tucker. “So it seems.”

“Little Graham?” Dean said. “Honors?”

I cleared my throat, holding up fingers to act as if I was holding one of those small red cups. “Here’s to me, here’s to you. Fuck the rest, we’re Briar U.”

They took their shots while recrossing my arms, looking around at the people dancing. Garrett, Dean and Tucker all walked a few feet away while Logan stood up, coming to stand in front of me.

“What’s your deal?” he asked.

I looked at him for a few moments before scoffing and rolling my eyes. “Nothing, Logan.”

“Come on. Don’t ruin everyone else’s night because of some stupid reason.”

“The stupid reason’s standing in front of me,” I mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” I turned my head to the side, not wanting to look at him anymore.

It was quiet for a moment before he said, “Come on.”

Looking back at him, I first noticed him holding out his hand. “What?”

“You’re gonna come dancing with me, and you’re gonna have fun, and who knows, maybe you’ll end up back in my clothes by the end of the night.”

If I was standing, he would’ve had to catch me at those words because they would’ve made my knees weak. With a slightly shaking hand, I set mine in his, letting him help me stand with those fucking butterflies going crazy in my stomach. “You better back up those words, John Logan.”

He chuckled. “I always keep my word, LG.”

We both laughed and walked over towards my brother, Dean and Tucker, watching the band play while dancing and giving support to the band by cheering.

At some point, Garrett went and got some popcorn, feeding a few pieces to Logan, to which I laughed at.

I loved being around these boys; they made me laugh, they made me feel safe… they made me feel loved. Even though I was a Graham, they didn’t treat me any differently, or Garrett. They treated us as though they’ve known us their whole entire lives as if we weren’t Grahams.

A couple of hours later, some girl took pics of the boys in a random photo van that was parked within the block party. I went to tell her thanks when I was pulled into the group pics, smiling and posing like a complete idiot.

Since the pics were taken with one of the boys' phones - I couldn’t tell you which one - I had told him to text them to me, which I would end up receiving a few hours later at the boys’ house.

A few hours of dancing at the block party later, Dean and some rando girl went and sat in the photo van a few hours later. Garrett had a beer bottle in his hand while he was sitting on our table from earlier, looking at his phone… again. I was hanging out with Tucker and Logan when Dean and rando girl came over to us.

I looked over to yell something at Garrett when I saw him get up from his spot on the table to walk into the crowd. Couldn’t tell you what happened after that because an arm went around my shoulders, gaining my attention. John freaking Logan.

The night went by in a blur after that with all the dancing, the music, the boys drinking. I woke up the next morning wearing Logan’s clothes again and wrapped up in his arms.

~~~

The next night, the guys had some people over playing video games, drinking, just hanging out, really. I was sitting on the couch with Logan, Tucker and Simms when I thought I heard knocking on the front door.

I looked at it and nudged Logan with my elbow. “Hey, is someone knocking on the door or am I hearing things?”

He looked over his shoulder before standing and climbing over the back of the couch, saying, “Pause it, guys,” before answering the door.

Simms, the hockey team’s goalie, said something in his native of Czech.

“Dude, I told you to pause it.” He came back over to the couch, saying, “Watch out, LG,” before he climbed back over to sit next to me.

“LG? Like the appliances?” I asked, leaning my back against the cushions.

“Well, it’s better than saying Little Graham all the time.”

“You know I have a first name and that you can use it, right?”

“Eh, I like LG better.”

“Back to the matter at hand,” Tuck said. “There’s no pausing in hockey.”

“Bullshit,” Logan replied. “You get gassed after, like, a minute.”

Simms decided to join in on this little banter by saying, “You guys get pauses all the time, while I’m the one out there all the time.”

I rolled my eyes and rested my head on the back of the couch, my eyes catching Hannah walking in. “Hannah!”

She smiled and politely waved.

“To be fair,” Tuck said, causing me to bring my head up. “You just stay in one spot.”

Simms said something in Czech before Tucker added, “You gotta work on your transitions, bro.”

I totally forgot that Birdie was sitting in the chair next to the couch because I was startled as he said, “Honestly, I’m doing better without you, so…”

Logan took the pillow I was hugging and tossed it at Birdie, saying, “Fuck you. I’ve been carrying your ass.”

Leaning my head back, I said to Hannah, “You’re gonna have to ignore them from time to time. They act like middle school boys a lot.”

“Hey.”

I looked from Hannah to the person who gained her attention.

“I’m Jules.”

Taking a breath, I looked back at the video game, rolling my eyes.

“Pillow chucker’s sibling.”

I watched Logan as he kissed his fingers before flipping his sibling off. What I wouldn’t give to be those fucking fingers.

“Who are you?” Jules asked. “What’s your deal?”

Turning around the couch, I leaned against the back and said, “Be very careful with this one. Don’t tell them anything you don’t want the entire school knowing.”

“I only report the facts, Little Graham.”

“It’s LG now,” I said, giving them a deadpan look. “Your brother ever so nicely gave me a nickname that I really don’t mind using.” Movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention.

“Wellsy,” Garrett said… in nothing but a towel.

“Garrett Graham, I do not need to see all of that.” I held up my hand, covering what I could of his body while looking away.

“Did… did you two date before?” Hannah asked.

“Gross.” Putting my hand down, I looked at her and said, “Garrett’s my older brother.”

Like a lightbulb going off in her head, Hannah’s eyes went a little wide as she said, “You’re Little Graham! I hear that name at Malone’s and the hockey arena all the time.”

Doing a little bow, I said, “In the flesh.”

She looked back at Garrett as he said, “We can study in my room.”

“I swear to god, Gare, if I heard banging or shouts of pleasure, I’m cutting off that dick of yours.”

“Don’t worry, sis. I’ll make sure you’re gone for that.”

Face palming, I turned back around and sunk on the couch in embarrassment, bringing my knees up as the boys started discussing something that had them all bouncing in their seats like a kid who couldn’t keep still.

“Down here is fine,” Hannah said.

“No, no, it’s better up there,” Garrett replied. “No worries.”

I looked over at Logan when Garrett said Jules’ name, watching him watch Hannah and Gare walk up the stairs. Aaaaaaand there went the feelings coaster… down the lift hill and off the tracks, crashing into barriers.

~~~

The next day, I was walking along the pathway to meet up with the hockey team when I got a notification on my phone. It was from Instagram, the picture being of us on the couch last night, the caption reading, is one of our puck bunnies catching feelings for one of our very own Hawks?

I would recognize my own head of curls anywhere.

I’m gonna murder Jules. Logan will no longer have a sibling once I’m through with them.

Hearing tapping, I looked up to see Logan practicing some hockey stuff with a ping pong ball and his hockey stick, Tucker leaning against a light pole, saying, “Don’t miss. Don’t miss.”

“I ain’t gon’ miss,” Logan said.

“Don’t miss, don’t miss, don’t miss.” Tuck looked over at me after Logan missed his shot. “Hey, LG.”

“Fuck you.”

Looking back at Logan, Tucker said, “I told you not to miss.”

“I’m gonna kill his sibling,” I said to Tucker.

Drumrolls gained my attention, as well as everyone else’s around us. Dean and his best friend Beau stood on a table, Beau very badly playing a kazoo.

I chuckled before Dean said, “Hear me! Hear me! I have a proclamation!”

“Standby for the proclamation!” Beau added.

“The annual Maxwell Di Laurentis birthday festivities will take place at the Maxwell summer home in…”

“Cape Cod.”

Logan cheered from beside me, and I had to suppress a smile watching him raise his arm in the air.

Dean gained my attention when he said, “As it’s our 22nd year gracing the Earth, the theme shall be, twofers, right?” He looked at Beau, who made a noise of agreement.

Logan and Tucker looked at each other, silently talking to each other with just their eyes.

Rolling my eyes, I looked back at Beau and Dean as the former said, “So please come dressed as your second-favorite dynamic duo…”

“After us, of course,” Dean added.

“Party bus departs shortly after the team bus, which shall bring ye there and bring ye back the following morning.”

“Mhmm, so be there! Or… be there. There is no other option.”

Logan and Tuck reached across me, since I was standing in the middle of them, to do some weird ass handshake they’ve come up with as Beau asked Dean for a drumroll, the latter giving the former what he asked for.

Everyone’s phones buzzed… except for mine. I looked at Beau and Dean with a raised brow, both boys sighing before getting off the table, Dean making a beeline for me.

“As always, Little Graham, you are invited.”

Crossing my arms, I asked, “You really expect me to get on the puck bunny bus?”

“Party bus,” Beau corrected.

“Whatever. I probably won’t even go.”

“What?” Logan said, turning to face me. “Why?”

Shrugging, I said, “I don’t have a dynamic duo partner.” Looking at Beau, I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. “Can’t I just come as myself?”

“Sorry, Little G. Rules are rules.”

With the most deadpan look and tone I could give, I said, “That’s not fair.”

“We’ll find something for you,” Logan said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

~~~

When Garrett and Logan asked me to come and watch them for an interview, I didn’t expect to be this freaking bored. Even with my book, which was entertaining me, I was still bored as shit.

“We dominated the Frozen Four last year, and the year before that, and the year before that,” Logan said, answering the interviewer’s question. They asked another question, to which he answered, “Read each other’s minds.” When he, Dean and Tuck were done, it was Garrett’s turn.

Gare stood in front of the camera before the interviewer asked, “How do you plan to adjust to the challenge of being Briar’s new captain?”

“I don’t think there’s a need to change anything,” Garrett answered. “My teammates expect the best out of me, and, uh, that’s not a problem, because I expect the best of myself.”

“Do you have any other pregame rituals or superstitions?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty particular,” he said.

I inwardly groaned just before Hannah took off her headphones, taking deep breaths. Furrowing my brows, I leaned over and asked, “Hannah, are you okay?”

She looked at me and tentatively smiled. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“If you need someone to talk to, I’m here, okay?”

She nodded before saying, “Thanks, Little G.”

“Hey,” Coach said, standing in front of Hannah. “Can I help you?”

“Be nice, Coach,” I said, trying to hold back a smile.

“Miss Graham.”

“She’s here for Garrett, as am I.”

Ignoring me, he looked at Hannah and raised his brows.

“I’m here for Garrett,” Hannah repeated.

“Oh, I don’t usually let girlfriends watch.” “Definitely not his girlfriend. I’m his philosophy tutor.”

“And I’m his sister.”

Coach looked between Hannah and I before setting his eyes back on Hannah to say, “Oh, then you can stay.”

“That breaks my heart, Coach.” I blocked them out for a moment, coming back when he said, “He didn’t want me to.”

Mine and Coach’s eyes met after Hannah asked, “Why?”

“Do you know who their dad is?” Coach asked, sitting on the back of the seats in front of him.

“Some hockey player,” Hannah answered.

“One of the best defensemen in NHL history,” I snarked.

Gesturing towards me, Coach added, “Their last name carries weight.”

I sighed. “A little fact about Little G,” I said. “People think I got into this university because of Garrett or our dad. Couldn’t be farther from the truth. I earned my damn right to be here. But Gare? He knows the spotlight is on him.”

“So, he busts his ass to prove that he’s earned his place.”

I looked at my brother, watching as he bent over to pick up his duffle bag. Hannah stood and asked about their session, to which he replied that he was going to the weight room.

Hannah and I picked up our stuff before running towards the aisle while Coach said, “Better hurry, Garrett’s tutor.”

As we walked along, I had so many questions in my head that I wanted to ask Hannah, but only one made it out; “What are you getting out of tutoring my brother?”

I guess she was stunned because she stuttered a little before giving her answer. “He’s helping me get the guy I like to notice me.”

“Justin Kohl?”

“How did you know?”

Chuckling, I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder. “I saw you guys at Malone’s before the game. It looked like a trainwreck.”

“Was it really that bad?” she asked, stopping at the weight room doors, facing me.

“Want me to be completely honest?”

She chuckled. “You’re definitely a Graham. But, no. I… I think your brother’s told me how bad it was enough.”

I couldn’t help the chuckle that released before Hannah’s joined my own.

“If you need me to kick his ass, let me know,” I said.

“Thanks.” She went to turn before stopping. “You’re not coming?”

“And watch my brother work out? No, thanks. I’ll just either sit out here or in the arena to wait for him.”

“Okay. Bye, Little G.”

“Bye, Wellsy.”

When she went into the weight room, I sighed and turned around, looking for somewhere to sit. Since I still had my book in my hand, I opened it when I sat down on the floor, leaning my back against the wall.

A body landed next to mine a couple of minutes later. “What are you doing out here?”

I jumped and looked at the source of the voice; freaking Logan. “Warn a girl next time. Geez.” Releasing a deep breath, I said, “Garrett’s working out, Hannah’s tutoring him, and I’m out here waiting for him.”

“Ahhh. Fun.” He looked over at me. “Are you really not going to Dean and Beau’s birthday party?”

“I don’t have anyone to go with.”

“Why not your best friend?”

I gave him a deadpan look. “She’s not into parties, and she hates hockey.”

“Fair enough.” He was quiet for a second before he said, “If I was dressing up with Tuck, I’d dress up with you.”

Smiling a little, I leaned my head on his shoulder and whispered, “That’s nice of you.” I tilted my head back and we looked at each other for a second before he cleared his throat, pointing to the weight room’s door.

“I should, uh… go on in there and work out some,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” I lifted my head at the same time he shifted to stand.

He turned and looked down at me, since I was still sitting on the floor. “I’ll see you later?”

Nodding, I smiled. Maybe my crush is a little bit reciprocated?

When he went into the weight room, I went back to my reading. It wasn’t long, maybe a couple of minutes before I closed my book and gathered my bag, walking into the room myself.

What I saw crushed me; Hannah and Logan kissing. She pulled back from him and looked at my brother, asking, “Am I blushing now?” before she turned and walked toward me, stopping once she realized I was standing there, my name falling in a whisper on her lips.

I turned and walked out of the room, needing to go somewhere else. I was stupid enough to think that Logan liked me back.

With tears in my eyes, I went to the one place that I felt safe at when I wasn’t around my brother; the rink. Going to the locker room, I went straight for Garrett’s stall, retrieving my skates I kept hidden there.

Because my dad was one of the best players in the NHL during his heyday, Garrett and I had no other choice but to learn to skate. Obviously, Garrett ended up playing hockey, but I just did it for fun.

With my skate guards on, I walked to the rink, standing at the ice as I took off my guards before I stepped on to the ice. As I skated, I released a deep breath and closed my eyes for just a second, letting muscle memory carry me.

I spun a few times, having loved the way figure skaters looked when we would watch the Olympics on tv growing up. I felt… free.

After a few turns and laps around the rink, I decided I was calmed down enough, so I skated to the edge of the rink and put my guards back on. Once I made it back to the locker room, I changed back into my normal shoes and walked out of the arena.

~~~

“Here it is, folks. The first away game of the season,” Jules said to her phone. She pulled me into the shot, smiling at my profile.

“Go Hawks,” I said, my tone coming out as more of a question as I moved away.

“The Briar Hawks have dominated the Chatham Clovers in the past–”

Moving back into the shot, I said, “But since it’s Dean Di Laurentis’ birthday today, I can personally say with confidence that his mind is already on the after party.” Looking at Jules, I smiled and asked, “Am I right?”

Jules and I tolerated each other for their brother’s sake, so when they picked up their phone to show the crowd behind us, I knew they weren’t happy with me at the moment.

“We got a good crowd here tonight,” they said. “Briar’s most faithful bunnies in attendance, as always.”

At the shrieking I heard behind me, I turned my head over my shoulder, rolling my eyes at seeing Kendall sitting in the stands. When I spotted Hannah, I straightened my back some, excited to see a friendly face here.

I didn’t even get the chance to wave her over to me because fucking Kendall got to her first. Not being able to help myself, I scoffed and looked forward when she said that they don’t bite.

Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to tell Kendall off, but relaxed a little when Hannah’s blue eyes met mine. “Wellsy!”

“Hey, Little G,” she smiled. Gesturing to the seat next to me, she asked, “Can I…?”

“Oh, my gosh! Please! I insist! Just stick by me and Jules. Their play-by -play helped the bunnies behind us for their first game. As for me, I’ll try and teach you a thing or two about the game, too.”

When the game started, my commentary kept Hannah in the loop. “This is a tough game for the Clovers,” I said, leaning over to Hannah.

Garrett and a Cloves player smashed their shoulders into the glass in front of us, his eyes locked on Hannah’s. I looked at her and smiled before setting my sights back on the game, immediately clocking number 22; Logan as he got ahold of the puck before passing it over to Garrett, who passed it back to Logan.

“These two are passing it back and forth like chlamydia during Welcome Week,” Jules said.

“Gross, Jules,” I grimaced.

“Come on, guys! Let someone else have a turn, it’s only fair.”

Tuck went to shoot the puck into the Clovers net, but was blocked, a groan releasing from my throat. I stood and shouted, “Come on, Hawks! The fuck are y’all doing?!”

“Damn,” Jules said. “Denied! So close.”

“I can’t tell what’s going on,” Hannah said after I sat back down.

“Okay, so, Chatham is trying to get the puck back so that they can score, basically - fuck, yes! Gare just intercepted.” Looking at her, I raised my brows and asked, “You do know what–”

“I get the gist,” Hannah chuckled.

“Graham!”

I looked up at Jules before putting my sights back on the ice, just in time to see Garrett hit the puck into the Clovers net. Standing with my arms in the air, I cheered loudly before jumping up and down a few times. “That’s my brother!”

After I sat down, Hannah leaned over and said, “He’s good.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

When the game was over, we all headed over to the Maxwell Summer House, where I changed into a super pretty short baby pink flowy cami dress, with a pair of white heels and jewelry to match. I even had a frog plush that I carried around. I was Lottie from The Princess and the Frog, but because it was only me, I chose the Tiana frog plush as my “partner”.

Once I was happy with my look, I came down the stairs, the party in full swing, everyone chanting, “Fuck ‘em up! Fuck ‘em up! Hawks! Hawks! Hawks!”

I laughed seeing Logan standing on top of the island, a sleeveless Hawks shirt, black jeans and his normal boots with bird’s wings on his back for his attire tonight.

Hearing yelling, I walked into the space a little more, seeing Tuck with his arms raised, standing in front of a beer keg.

Ah. Keg challenge.

There were actually three islands in the kitchen; Logan was standing on one, Dean laying on another, and the third was being used for cups, either used cups or unused cups, I wasn’t sure.

I looked at Logan as he pointed at Dean and said, “Alright, Deany, baby,” right before a girl put a shot cup on his belly button before she took said shot handless, everyone cheering for her afterward.

As she poured some of the alcohol into Dean’s mouth, I squeezed in between her and the island to walk up to my brother and Beau, wrapping my arm around the former’s back.

“What are you supposed to be?” Gare asked.

Scoffing, I looked at him, dumbfounded. “Lottie. From The Princess and the Frog. It was, like, my favorite movie ever when we were little.” After looking at his costume, I asked, “What are you supposed to be? A magician or a vampire? If it’s the latter, you’re missing some blood at the corner of your mouth.”

Logan’s bird noise gained my attention before he jumped from the island, slapping Dean’s stomach and causing him to spit the liquid from his mouth before he said, “You fucking douche!”

“Zamboni!” Beau said as he and Logan traded places.

“Seriously?” Dean asked.

“Hey, waste not, lest he be wasted.”

“Oh, my god.” I looked at Garrett and asked, “Was he a theater kid?”

Laughing, my brother answered, “I’m not sure.”

My attention was given back to Dean when the crowd around us started chanting, “Zamboni!” I couldn’t help but join in, a huge smile on my face as I did so, watching as Dean slurped up the alcohol that was on the counter.

Dean jumped off the island once he was finished, facing Beau. “Goose.”

“Maverick.”

Holding my free arm up, I shouted, “Lottie!” before a laugh spilled from everyone. A shot glass was put in front of my face, but I looked at Dean, who was handing it to me, and politely declined it.

I went to ask Garrett something, but stopped dead in my tracks when his sights were set on something, or someone else. Looking ahead, my jaw nearly hit the freaking floor at watching Hannah descend the stairs looking like a sexy bunny.

Like a lightbulb going off, I gasped. “Oh, I get it! She’s the bunny–” I poked Garrett in the stomach. “-and you’re the magician!”

Garrett didn’t say anything, he just walked off in Hannah’s direction, a smile on my face as he did so.

“Now, Little G,” Beau said, gaining my attention. “I thought the rule was that you had to show up as a dynamic duo?”

“Well, Goose,” I answered, putting my arm on his shoulder. “I did.” Holding up the plush, I smiled without my teeth. “Had my best friend come tonight, she’d be dressed as Tiana, but she kissed a frog, and well…”

Beau laughed, putting his arm around my shoulder, causing me to drop my own. “You’re excused, Little G.”

“Okay, you guys have got to settle on a nickname for me. I have three you can choose from–”

“We call you different variations of the same nickname because of the different friendships we have with you, Little Graham” Dean said. “Don’t sweat it.”

“Ugh,” I groaned. “Fine.”

“Hockey shots!” Tucker said.

Leaning on the counter, I asked, “Are y’all ever gonna give up this tradition?”

“Nope.” I couldn’t even tell you who answered, but what I could tell you was that I laughed at their reaction as I watched Logan and Tucker walk over to Garrett and Hannah, an arm going around my shoulders.

Logan, Garrett, Tucker, Dean and Birdie stood in front of the hockey stick that was lined with shot glasses after Beau poured the alcohol into the glasses, basically dragging me with him since he had his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

“Fuck them up! Fuck them up! Fuck them up,” the crowd and myself chanted, cheering after they took the shots. Starting lineup tradition when they win away games.

Hannah caught my eye from my peripherals, my brows furrowing at the look of fear on her face. I tore myself from Beau’s side to walk over to her, standing on her right side. When I was by her side, I quietly said her name, her attention snapping over to me. “Are you okay?”

It took her a second to register what I had asked before she said, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Do you wanna go upstairs and talk? Or even just hang out? Parties aren’t really my thing, either.” At the confused look on her face, I quickly answered, “I only come to support Garrett and the rest of the team. I’d feel pretty shitty if I didn’t.”

“Not a vampire,” Jules said, coming up on Hannah’s left. They looked at me and said, “And you have no duo.”

“I got special permission, thank you.”

Hannah looked between the two of us before looking at Jules, saying, “Uh… what?”

“Garrett,” they said. “We all thought he just a very bad vampire-”

“That’s what I said!” I interrupted.

“But here you are looking like Elle Woods.”

Hannah looked back at me for a second before looking back at Jules, saying, “And you’re Peter Pan’s shadow.”

“Oh, they’re someone’s shadow, alright,” I mumbled.

“Peter’s around here somewhere,” Jules answered. “There’s just one thing I can’t quite figure out.”

“Be mindful of your words, Jules.”

They looked at me and said, “Your brother doesn’t do girlfriends, and dynamic duos aren’t his style.”

I gave them the most serious look and tone I could muster. “Well, maybe he made an exception.”

Looking back at Hannah, they asked, “So, Garrett’s ‘tutor’, what’s really going on?”

“Ya’know, it started with tutoring,” Hannah answered.

However, I had tuned them both out as she continued to give her answer to Jules, my attention now on both John’s, Logan catching something in his mouth before chewing. He looked over at me and winked, my face heating from the action.

“He’s John’s best friend, so not really,” Jules said.

“John?” Hannah asked.

“My brother, John Logan.”

The three of us looked over at him, catching something else in his mouth, his arms stretched wide.

“Right,” Hannah said. “Uhm, but I mean, objectively–” She looked at me before continuing her train of thought. “Garrett’s a reasonably attractive-looking human being and sparks flew as they do when people, uhm… sorry, what don’t you get?”

“Any of it, really,” Jules said.

My defenses went up as I took a step forward and asked, “Because a guy like Garrett couldn’t possibly be into a sweet girl like Hannah?”

“No, she’s just different.”

“Enlighten me.”

“She’s just not what I would’ve expected for Garrett.”

“Well, she is to me.” I walked away before either of them could say anything. Finding Garrett, I followed him to the smaller part of the kitchen. “Gare, if anything bad happens with Hannah like a breakup, I’m going to jail for your murder.”

“So, are you guys like dating dating?” Logan asked.

My face fell, not that he could see since his back was to us.

“Well, I mean, we’re not, like, exclusive or anything,” Gare said.

Turning to lean back against the counter, Logan asked, “And she’s cool with that?” after taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Logan chuckled as I thought about Gare and Wellsy for a moment. “Hey, Gare?”

“Yeah, sis?”

“I think what your best friend here is trying to say is that you didn’t even know her name last week.” Garrett gave me a look I knew all too well. Pointing a finger at him, I raised my eyebrows and said, “That’s not the same and you know it.”

Garrett and Jules were the only ones that knew about my crush on Logan; Garrett because I told him, and Jules because they ended up figuring it out.

“Well, little sister, sometimes people just sneak up on you,” Garrett replied. He opened a drawer before asking, “Do you two see anything non-alcoholic? It’s for Hannah.”

“She doesn’t drink,” Logan said.

“Ever the observant one you are, John Logan.”

“She said not at parties,” Garrett answered him.

Logan and I looked at each other before he looked in the sink next to him, bringing out a can of IPA. “Here, try this. Closed cans are safer.”

Garrett gave his thanks before walking away, Logan saying, “Go be the hero.”

All I could do was look at him as he stared off into the direction Garrett went. “Ya’know,” I said, gaining his attention. “You could always be someone else’s hero.”

“Oh, yeah? Like whose?”

Shrugging one shoulder, I said, “Open your eyes and find out.” I walked away, hearing him say, “LG!” before I spotted my brother again, watching Hannah give him a kiss on his cheek.

“That was kind of cute,” Jules said.

“Fuck yeah, it was!” I exclaimed while walking by. Le sigh. I needed my other bestie, so I went searching for him, finally finding standing by one of the islands. “Deany Baby!”

He turned his head over his shoulder, softly smiling at seeing me walking towards him. “Hey, Little G,” he said, wrapping an arm around shoulders. All four of the boys wrapped their arms around my shoulders because I was a lot shorter than them. “Enjoying your night?”

“No,” I said, resting my head on his shoulder. Tilting my head to look up at him, I asked, “What about you; are you enjoying your birthday?”

Squeezing me in a way that only a best friend could, he replied, “I am now,” making me chuckle after and follow his gaze to a girl dressed as JLo dancing on the dance floor.

“Yo, Dean,” Beau said. “Can you - or Little G - do me a favor and take one of these off my hands?”

“I don’t drink,” I said. “You know that.” My attention went to a figure that just showed up next to me; Tucker.

“Who is that?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know her personally, but I’m pretty sure that’s JLo,” Beau replied.

She looked familiar, though. “Wait. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen her at Malone’s a few times.”

Tucker tapped me on the shoulder, gaining my attention. “I got an idea.” He scrolled through his phone, looking for something before On The Floor by Jennifer Lopez started playing.

I looked back at the girl, whose name I’m pretty sure was Allie, stopped dancing before she listened for a second to the song, saying, “Oh, my god! Wait, this is me! Now!”

Dean chugged some of his drink before reaching for Tucker, putting me in the middle of the two, as he said, “Who says you’re struggling with your assists, huh?”

The only way I could suppress a laugh was to bite my lips between my teeth as Tucker said, “I can still change the song, dick,” as Dean made his way to the dance floor.

Wrapping my arm around his back, I smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Tuck. I still love you.”

He chuckled, putting his arm around my shoulders for a side hug, saying, “Thanks, Little G.”

Dean and JLo - her nickname until I confirm her name is Allie - danced for a moment, causing me to fan myself.

“Good lord,” I said.

“Calm down, Lottie,” Tuck chuckled.

“Fuck, I’m trying, Bee.”

Guiding me in front of him, he laughed and said, “Go find someone to help cool you off.”

As I walked through the house, I tried to find Birdie or someone else from the team to hang out with, but couldn’t, so I decided I'd had enough ‘fun’ for the night. When I walked by Logan, he called me by my nickname, my footsteps stopping.

Turning to face him, I saw that damn smirk on his face. It was probably the drinks he’d had to smile at me like that, but I decided to stay for a few extra minutes.

“What’s up?” I asked, standing beside him.

“Where you going?” he asked.

Pointing up, I said, “To my assigned bedroom for the night? My pajamas and comfort movie’s calling me.”

He nodded, a determined look in his eyes as he took another sip of his beer. When he looked up, I followed his gaze, sighing at seeing Hannah and Garrett standing in the middle of the landing.

Shaking my head, I ultimately decided to just go up to my room for the night. As I passed by Garrett and Hannah’s room, he poked his head out, grabbing at me.

“Sis, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“Tell your best friend to open his fucking eyes,” I whispered, a tear sliding down my cheek. I hadn’t realized my vision blurred with unshed tears. As I finally made it back to my room, I sighed and looked around, not noticing a duffle bag and letterman jacket sitting on the floor.

After I took my makeup off and got into my pajamas, I grabbed my laptop and got into the bed, putting on my mom’s favorite movie, which just so happened to be mine as well; Dirty Dancing.

It wasn’t until Johnny and Robbie’s fight that the door opened, a body stopping at the threshold.

“LG.”

Snapping my gaze up, I locked eyes with those brown ones that I adored so much. “Logan.”

“What are you doing in my room?”

“What are you doing in my room?” I countered.

He sighed, walking into the room and taking his wings off. “This is either a set up or someone overbooked.”

“With Beau and Dean, there’s no telling,” I said, going back to my movie. A few seconds later, I had to take a deep breath to keep my eyes from shifting to Logan as I heard rustling, like he was taking off– oh, my god, he was changing.

I snuck a glance at him, seeing his muscular back that was doing things to insides. And, yes - I’d been turned on all night at seeing his freaking delicious arms all night. His light chuckle had me looking from his back to his eyes.

“Don’t worry. I’ll put a shirt on just for you.”

“Don’t do that on my account,” I said. “If you’re more comfortable shirtless, go ahead.” Putting my eyes back on my screen, I quietly sighed before feeling the bed dip beside me.

“Should you take the bed or me?” he asked.

Looking over at him with furrowed brows, I said, “No. I can feel this conversation happening with Gare and Wellsy.” I looked forward before adding, “We will sleep comfortably and-and-and… nicely, and-and…” I stopped talking and softly grunted, looking back at him. “Please say something.”

Logan laughed and rested his forehead on my shoulder. “I promise I won’t do anything.” He looked at me, a small smirk stretching his lips. “I will be very gentlemanly.”

“Thank you.”

It was quiet for a little while before he asked, “So… you figure skate?”

Quickly looking at him, I had to lean back a little so that I didn’t knock him in the head with my own. “What?”

“I saw you that day. Skating. In the rink. Day of the interviews.” When I could find the words to say, he added, “I followed you after Hannah walked out of the weight room, and found you on the rink. You’re amazing.”

Smiling a little, I gave him my thanks before taking a deep breath. “To answer your question; no, not really. Dad was way more into hockey, as you know. The moment Garrett and I learned to walk, we had skates on our feet. I would always copy the figure skaters I’d see on tv.”

“Did you ever want to be one?”

I thought about that question for a moment, remembering a time when Dad was giving Garrett a lesson on hockey and I was spinning and skating all around the rink. Dad had yelled at me that the Graham family won’t have figure skaters in the family. “At one point, yeah. Dad didn’t want figure skaters in the family, so I… gave it up. I completely abandoned it when my mom died.”

Feeling his hand on my cheek, I turned my head to look at him. “I’m so sorry, LG.”

“It’s okay.” Turning my head back to look at my screen, I said, “I only do it now when I need to let off some steam.” I had a feeling he wanted to say something else, but chose not to.

When the movie was over, I had told him I had the perfect movie for him, so I put on one of my favorite hockey movies ever; The Mighty Ducks.

I couldn’t tell you where in the movie I fell asleep, but what I could tell you was that I was wrapped in his arms the next morning, feeling safer than I ever had.

When it was time to get on the buses the next morning, I was close to begging Coach Jensen to let me sit on the team bus but decided against it. So, as I sat down in my seat, I looked out of the window, seeing Logan’s gaze already on mine.

We smiled at each other before the buses took off back to Briar.

~~~

I was sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of cereal when Jules came walking in front of me to sit down while Dean and two random girls were playing air hockey… to which one of the girls beat him.

“Dean Di Laurentis, everyone,” Jules said. “Losing to a girl.” They locked eyes with me and asked, “Is that–”

Setting my bowl down, I said, “I’m going outside,” as Dean said, “Sexist.”

“How’s that sexist?”

“She is not a girl. She is a girl trapped in a person’s body.”

Looking at Garrett, I said, “If you don’t save me from this hell–”

“Go outside, take a breath,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

Sighing, I opened the front door after hearing a knock. “Uhm… Gare–” My words were cut off when I collided with a body; that body belonging to Logan.

“Hey, LG. Where are you going?” he asked.

“Well, I was going outside to take a breather, but… ya’know what? Nevermind.” I went to get the box off the porch when an arm wrapped around my middle, hauling me up and turning me back into the house.

“You’re staying inside, princess,” he said softly, walking back into the house with the box in hand.

“This is the living room,” Dean said.

“Deany Baby,” I said. “Big bro needs to pass this class or test or whatever or else your team is well and truly fucked.”

“You’re lucky you’re the only one who can call me Deany Baby.”

I laughed and stood next to Logan behind the couch, Garrett sitting in front of me.

“And then your whole line is fucked,” Jules said.

“And the season’s fucked,” Logan said.

“I pretty much just said that, Logan siblings,” I said.

“LG and I can’t be the only two number one fans of a shitty team,” Jules said. “That’s so embarrassing.”

Garrett sighed, so I stepped in for him. “Okay, okay. As much as I agree with you two, Gare here-” I placed my hands on his shoulders. “-really does need to study.”

“Brain fuel coming in, Cap,” Tucker said, placing a bowl in front of him on the table. “We got you. High in Omega-3’s, carb forward, no keto bullshit.”

“Where was that when I was looking for food?” I asked.

“Play-by-play for Little G; you walked into the kitchen, immediately grabbed a bowl then your cereal then the special milk you keep here before grabbing a spoon then sitting down to eat it.”

Narrowing my eyes at Tucker, I said, “You’re lucky you’re my favorite.”

“Thought I was your favorite?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” Logan agreed.

Relenting, I said, “Okay, you’re all my favorite, BUT–”

“John’s your favorite next to Garrett?” Jules asked.

I looked at them with a murderous glare before saying, “Yes,” through gritted teeth.

“Uhm, there’s two Johns,” one of the girls, Zoe, said. “Which one are you talking about?”

“That’s for me to know, and for everyone else to never find out.” I looked at the box in Logan’s hand as he opened it, Tucker asking, “What is that?”

“More Liquid IV,” Logan answered, tossing a bag at Tucker.

“I thought you passed on the sponsorship.”

“Yeah, I did,” Garrett said, turning to look at me. “They DM’d Dad some happy family marketing angle. They want us to do the whole thing with him.”

“I saw this with the most profound disrespect; fuck that,” I said.

“Wait, sorry, that’s it?” Jules asked. “How much money did you two leave on the table?”

I went to say something, but Logan’s words stopped me. “Does it matter? It’s kind of their business.”

“Y’all,” Tucker said. “He’s trying to study.”

“No amount of money is fucking worth it,” I bit out.

“That’s why Taco Shack is the ideal sponsorship,” Logan said, trying to lighten the mood. “No strings attached.”

“Oooohh, bring me some carne asada, please!” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder, giving my best puppy dog face.

“All I’m saying is cash is better than tacos,” Jules said. “Unless you don’t need the cash, I guess.”

I quickly picked my head up to look at them while Logan chastised, “Jules!”

“What? They both know their nepos.”

“Does it look like I’m getting any sponsorships for anything?” I inquired defensively. “Because the last time I checked, I wasn’t.”

“Okay, you know what,” Garrett said. “I need to focus. Jeez.” He stood up and climbed over the back of the couch, Logan’s hands on my shoulders to guide me out of the way.

After Garrett went up the stairs, Dean came over to us and asked, “Think he’s coming back for that?”

“Oh, my god,” I breathed. “I’m taking my breather now.”

About an hour or so later, I was sitting on the ledge of the wall reading my book with my back against a pillar when Hannah showed up just as Logan was walking out of the front door.

He and I locked eyes for a minute before he put his toolbox on the ledge in front of me by the steps, saying to Hannah, “Hey, you don’t have to lock it. You can just leave it on the porch. Actually–” He went down the steps to get her bike, saying, “I can leave it on the porch,” before carrying it up the steps to lean it against the house.

“What happened to your Subaru?” he asked, coming to stand next to me.

“Hey, Little G,” Hannah said, before turning her attention back to Logan. “My Bluebaru? How do you know about that?”

“I fixed it. Freshman year you brought it to my family’s garage just off Route 6.”

“That was you?”

He looked at me with a smile as I said, “Yup, that was him.”

“I-I loved that car,” she said. “Tragically, she died.”

“Oh, shit,” Logan and I said, to which he added, “Sorry,” after.

“No, no, you gave my Bluebaru six more months of life. I had her my whole freshman year. That was huge.”

“Well, if your bike needs a tune-up, John Logan here is your guy,” I said, a soft smile stretching my lips.

Hannah laughed while I nudged Logan.

“She’s serious,” Logan said. “I kinda made a business out of fixing things, doing handyman work, whatever I can get around campus.” Looking at me, he said, “I’m actually currently on my way to hang Professor Walden’s new widescreen tv for $25 an hour.”

“That’s more than I’m making, which is nada,” I said.

“Nice,” Hannah said.

“Yeah. I’m rollin’ in it,” Logan said.

“Well, I’m holding down three jobs for… wait for it.” She waited a couple of long seconds before saying, “Minimum wage.”

I jumped when Logan said, “Damn!” before I lightly hit him in the arm as he said, “Where’s the Bentley?” while taking a couple of steps towards Hannah. As if the hit just registered, he turned and looked at me, asking, “Why’d you hit me?”

“You scared me,” I said, shrugging.

Hannah chuckled again before saying, “I love riding my bike.”

“It’s great exercise.”

She pointed at me and said, “Keeps me grounded.”

“Really?” Logan said. “Good for you. I’m proud of you.”

“You’re a hockey player. I thought all you guys got free rides.”

“Yeah, well, scholarship money only goes so far. Can’t all be the Graham siblings, right?” Logan said. Turning to face me, he whispered, “Sorry.”

“Uhm, speaking of my brother,” I said, moving to sit. “He’s studying in his room if you want me to walk you up there?”

“Uhm, I know my way, but sure, yeah, that’d be great,” she said.

I went to get down, but stopped at feeling hands on my hips. Looking into Logan’s eyes, I put my hands on his shoulders and let him slide me down from the ledge. Once on my feet, I whispered, “Thank you.”

Looking at Hannah, I said, “Come on. Let’s go.”

We walked inside and she explained that their session got pushed back a couple of hours due to her meeting with Justin Kohl, which greatly explains the shitty attitude he had earlier.

Hearing Cherry Pie faintly playing down the hall, I thought it was ridiculous of him to be blasting that particular song while studying.

I knocked on the door, saying, “Gare? Garrett!”

Hannah knocked once before she said, “Not sure how Cherry Pie is gonna-”

“OH MY GOD!!!”

“My eyes!!”

Garrett had the gall to sit back on his knees like he didn’t do anything wrong.

Hannah and I ran out of his room and back down the hall to the stairs.

“Oh, my god, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes,” I said, walking into the kitchen. “Tucker, give me something for my eyes, quick.”

“What happened, Little G?” he asked.

“Walked in Garrett having a mouth full of puck bunny.”

The chuckle that started to sound from him quickly died when I gave him a murderous look.

“That’s not funny,” he said, trying to hold back his laughter.

“No, it’s not, John Tucker!” I shivered. “Ew, I just got a flashback.”

~~~

I don’t know what I was thinking, walking through the house in nothing but a cami and some boy shorts underwear. Seeing a figure under our kitchen sink, I leaned against the island as seductive and sexy as I could.

“Excuse me, mister handyman, but I think I need my drain snaked. Do you think you could help me?” I asked.

The man under the sink crawled out from under it, and before I could see his face, I started walking back through the house to the stairs before going to my bedroom. Before I could make it far in the bedroom, I was turned around, lips on mine. My shirt was off before his own hit the floor.

I was thrown on the bed before the faceless man unzipped his pants and hovered over me, his lips connecting with mine again. Even though he was faceless when I opened my eyes to look at him, he had a face when I closed my eyes.

It didn’t make sense, but I understood it.

I had closed my eyes as he moved his lips from mine to my neck before he kissed his way down my stomach, my mouth exactly where I wanted him. “Please,” I whispered.

When I opened my eyes, he was hovering over me. What shocked me to my freaking core was the fact that he had a face… and that face belonged to none other… than John Logan.

“What do you want, LG?” he asked, in that fucking husky voice of his.

I shot up in bed, gasping for breath at the dream I’d just had. “What the fuck?” I said, trying to catch my breath. Just for an extra measure, I looked around the room, breathing a sigh of relief at seeing my own stuff for once.

All the time I’ve stayed at the Hawks House, I was either on the couch or in Garrett’s room on a cot that he kept in there for me.

Once I was dressed and ready for the day, I started my walk to my classes for the day.

I don’t think I learned a damn thing because all I could focus on was that dream I had about Logan going down on me… and the fact that he was also the faceless man in my dream.

To make matters freaking worse, I ended up running into him. We walked and talked about any and everything. I asked him how Professor Walden’s tv install went, he asked how the study session between Garrett and Hannah went, to which I told him how the sight of Garrett and Zoe burned my eyes.

All I could think about was my dream, and how he was hovering over me asking me what I wanted. You, you freaking idiot.

It was quiet between the two of us for a moment before he asked, “Hey, are you busy tonight?”

“Why?”

“‘Cause the guys and I are going to Malone’s.”

“Wait, isn’t tonight karaoke night?”

Logan chuckled and stopped walking, turning to face me. “Yeah. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

I faced him and just… looked at him. “I don’t drink, though.”

“No one said you had to drink.” At my silence, he took a step toward me, pushed a stray curl behind my ear. “I’ll make sure no one messes with you. Or whatever your drink of choice will be.”

Looking at him, I contemplated my answer before whispering, “Okay.”

After a few hours and a nap later, I was sitting with Dean at a table in Malone’s, watching Allie absolutely butcher Take Me or Leave Me from RENT. Hannah cheered for her at one point, along with everyone else in the crowd.

Why was I with Dean, you may ask? Well, that’s because I tried texting Logan when I made it to the House for us to leave together, but he never answered. So, being the gentleman that he was, Dean offered for me to arrive with him, so I took him up on that offer.

I walked up to Hannah and Garrett at the bar, two empty glasses sitting in front of her, a third attached to her hand.

“I think we found your ‘drink’ drink,” Garrett said.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Little G!” Hannah cheered, wrapping an arm around me in an awkward hug.

“Uhh, Gare?”

He shook his head a couple of times before saying, “Don’t ask.”

Chuckling, I looked at the stage, watching Tucker do his rendition of Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy by Big & Rich, cheering when he made it to the chorus, my voice joining him from where I was sitting. Garrett gained my attention as took the little umbrella from Hannah’s drink, which I came to realize was a pina colada.

A chest meeting my back and arms resting on my own gained my attention, a husky voice greeting us three at the bar.

“Logan!” Hannah exclaimed.

Cue the heated cheeks and slightly wide eyes.

She put her arm around me, looking up while saying, “You fixed my car.”

Putting a hand over my mouth, I snorted when she turned back to Garrett and said, “He fixed my car.”

“You have a car?” Garrett asked, confused.

With a sad tone to her voice, she said, “No.”

“Had a car,” I chimed in.

“A great car,” Logan added.

Looking at us, Hannah said, “I’m buying the both of you a very special thank-you drink.”

“Me? Wh-what did I do?” I asked.

“For always being there.” She leaned forward, whispering something in the bartender’s ear before sitting back down, laughing as she tapped Logan’s hand and said, “You’re gonna love it.”

When Hannah had leaned forward, Logan kept his left arm draped over my shoulders as he leaned on his right arm on the counter.

“Hannah has discovered the pina colada tonight,” Garrett said.

“I only had one…” she said. “Or four?”

“Is that what we’re getting, too?” Logan asked.

“Nope.” Facing us with a bright blue drink in hand, she said, “Okay, for my mechanic, I call this the Bluebaru.”

Logan took the glass from her and looked at it, saying, “Wow, that looks like wiper fluid.”

Why did that just turn me the fuck on?

“That might actually be wiper fluid,” Garrett and I said, although my tone was more humorous than his.

Logan chuckled as Hannah added, “It’s mostly blue curacao with a secret ingredient.” She got a little closer to us to not so whisper, “More blue curacao.”

As if he was speaking to a toddler that just gave him an empty plate, he said, “Oh, I can’t wait. I’m so excited.”

Turning her blue eyes to mine, Hannah said, “And now for you, Little G.” She took another glass and set it in front of me. “Take a guess.”

“Uhm… a pina colada?” I asked.

“Yes!”

“Nepo babies have feelings, too,” Jules said, gaining my attention. They looked between Garrett and I, adding, “Sorry if I was an asshole.”

“You’re always an asshole,” Gare and I answered.

“Fair.”

I watched as he put a straw into his cup before he said, “Here goes,” taking a sip from the Liquid IV Jules must’ve put in his water. “These are pretty good.”

“They just keep sending you those for free?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah, they still want him,” Logan answered, shifting his position some while never taking his arm off my shoulders.

“They want our dad,” I chimed in.

“Wait,” Hannah said. “You guys should just do it together. I mean, look at you. Best friends.”

“Han, I think we need to slow down on the pina coladas,” I chuckled.

“No, I mean it,” she said, looking at me. “Screw your dad. Garrett can do it with Logan. You could be teammates spotting each other at the gym. Or besties wingmanning each other at the bar.”

Resting his cheek in his hand, Garrett said in a dreamy voice, “Besties.”

“Besties,” Logan repeated.

“Am I drunk or is she brilliant?” Jules asked.

“No, I am drunk, and you are brilliant,” Hannah replied. “And I’m brilliant, too. And Little G’s brilliant, too!”

“It’s not a bad idea,” Garrett said.

I turned my head to look at Logan over my shoulder, our eyes locking for a moment before he said, “Thanks, man, but I don’t need the charity.”

“Logan,” I whispered.

“Yeah, you do,” Jules said.

Hannah chimed in, gaining my attention, and said, “Okay, seriously, nobody wants to see Oldie McOldsfuck has-been, okay?”

“Oh, my god, she took the nickname right out of my mouth,” I said.

“What’s better than two young hot hockey players?”

“Three hot young hockey players?” Tuck said, putting a hand on my arm while wrapping his arm around Logan.

We all laughed before Jules said into the mic, “Hannah Wells. You’re up, bitch.”

“Wait, hold on,” Garrett said. “I thought you weren’t singing?”

“Well, that was before I found the perfect song,” Hannah replied, handing her glass to Garrett. She looked back at me and winked.

It took me a moment to realize what song she was going to sing. “Oh, no,” I chuckled. Looking at Gare, I said, “You’re fucking in for it.”

“Dirty, rotten, filthy, stinkin’,” the track played.

“Oh, shit, Graham,” Hannah said into the mic. “Do you know this one?” She launched into Cherry Pie by Warrant, absolutely killing it.

As she sang, Logan led me to a table, Hannah singing and walking up to us during the few lines of the song, my head banging to the beat while I laughed at her. I watched her go up to Gare, dance with him for a second before she went over to Allie and sang with her.

When she went back up to the stage, I looked over at Logan, seeing that dreamy look in his eyes as he looked at her. My smile fell before I sighed and looked back over at Hannah, watching her go back up to Garrett for a second before making her way back to the stage.

“Kind of sweet, isn’t it?” Jules said, gaining mine and their brother’s attention. “Seeing Garrett being serious about someone.”

“Do you think he’s serious?” Logan asked. His tone suggested that he was asking for himself so that he could swoop in and snatch her up.

“Everyone of Fifth Line seems to think so. They get more likes than anything I post.”

“Yeah, because he’s a fucking Graham,” I muttered.

“Don’t worry. You get the likes, too.”

Letting my anger about my last name get the better of me, I said, “Yeah. Because we’re fucking Graham’s.” Looking at Logan, I said, “And you’re an asshole.” I didn’t take my eyes off him when the song finished and he adjusted his shirt like he was hot or something.

After letting Hannah and Garrett have a moment, I walked up to him and told him that I was ready to leave. We gathered up Allie and made it to the Jeep, where a very drunk Allie and I sat in the backseat, Hannah and Garrett up front.

Sometime in the drive between Malone’s and the Hawks House, Allie had laid down, putting her head on my lap. My phone dinged, so I dug it out of my back pocket, seeing a text from Logan.

I just now saw your texts. I’m so sorry, LG. Can we talk later?

I locked my phone and rested my head on the window, mentally thanking Garrett for putting the doors back on the Jeep due to the rain that was coming down.

Allie made me jump as she sat up real quick and said, “You guys, I forgot my purse at the bar.”

“Jesus, Allie,” I whispered.

“Your purse with my wallet and keys in it?” Hannah asked.

Allie looked at Garrett and said, “We gotta go back.”

“It’s closed,” he answered.

“Well, what now?” Hannah asked.

“Next party?” Allie asked, slurring her words.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, I said, “Oh, no. No more parties for you.”

When we made it back to the House, I helped her out of the car and into the house, helping her to the couch before Garrett draped a blanket over her.

“Night night,” she said.

I chuckled and made my way up the stairs. I went to walk into Garrett’s room when I saw Hannah changing. “Oh, my god. I’m so sorry. I’ll, uhm, go into one of the other bedrooms.”

Closing the door, I sighed and leaned against it for a second, staring at another door across the hall. Making, probably the worst decision of my life, I walked over to the door, took a deep breath and opened it.

Walking into the bedroom, I closed the door softly behind me. Looking at the bed, I drew my brows in confusion at seeing a shirt laying neatly with a note on top.

LG, feel free to wear this to bed. I know it’s your favorite. -JL

Biting my bottom lip between my teeth, I softly chuckled before changing into the shirt that was left out for me. Turning to place my clothes in a chair, I noticed another note on top of a book.

You left this in the kitchen the other day. Didn’t want anything happening to it. -JL

How the fuck can he be this thoughtful toward me when he was pining for someone else? I guess it was just him being nice. Still, I grabbed the book and crawled into his bed and opened my book, reading the words on the pages.

I had fallen asleep sitting up sometime while reading, and woke up the next morning wrapped in two arms. When I opened my eyes, I saw a chest staring back at me. Tilting my head back, I just looked at Logan’s sleeping face.

He took a deep breath and said in a groggy voice, “Staring is rude, LG.”

Tilting my head back down, I whispered, “Apology accepted.” After a few seconds, I added, “You’re still an asshole.”

I felt his lips on the top of my head before he twisted and said, “I’ll go get us some coffee.” Reluctantly, I let him get up from the bed to put on a shirt and walk out of his room. As I was left alone for a few moments, I started thinking about the dream I had the other night and what it could’ve meant.

When he came back in with two mugs, I sat up and took one from him, sipping on the hot liquid. “Yum.”

Logan sat back on the bed, sitting up like I was. “I really am sorry.”

Shaking my head, I said, “It’s okay.” To fill the awkward silence that plagued us, I asked, “Why do I always end up in your bed and not… say, Tuck’s?”

“I don’t know,” he answered. “I think I’m more protective of you than he might be.”

“Okay, and what about–”

“Do you really wanna wake up to Dean having sex?” I looked at him with a disgusted look, causing him to laugh, my own joining in.

“That’s what I thought.”

It was quiet again before I asked, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah. Anything.”

“Uhm… do you have a crush on anyone?” I looked at him to gauge his demeanor, not seeing it shift at all. Either he’s good at masking it or it’s not changing at all.

“Yeah, I thought I did, but then someone else came along.”

“Have you had any weird dreams about this new person?” Looking over at him, I watched him nod his head a few times before he looked over at me.

“All the time.”

We just looked at each other for a second before I took a deep breath and sipped on my coffee some more before sitting up a little to place the mug on the nightstand. Turning more towards Logan, I asked, “Are you 100%, like, fully awake yet? Because there’s something really off the wall I need to ask you.”

He nodded his head and looked down at a random spot on the comforter before bringing his eyes back to mine. “Okay.” He brought his mug up to his lips to take a sip of his coffee.

“Would you be willing to give me an orgasm?”

Almost spitting his drink out, he leaned forward and coughed a little. “A what?”

“An orgasm,” I said. “Why is it so hard for you boys to say orgasm?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just caught off guard here. I can say it, though; orgasm. See? Did you even have any of the pina colada last night?”

“Okay,” I said, tossing the covers off of me. “Let’s, uhh, I don’t know, let’s just get the awkwardness out of the way, okay?” I paced a little before I stopped and looked at him, holding my arms out. “I have a freaking crush on you. Okay? There. I said it. I’ve had one for a while, but I didn’t know how to say it, and I’ve been beating myself up, and getting mad at you for how you’ve been looking at Wellsy when I really want you to look at me that way, and– what are you doing?”

“Slowly walking towards you.”

“Why?”

“Because I can.” After a couple of steps, he asked, “Have you ever… orgasmed with a guy?”

Looking around, I mumbled, “Once.”

“What about with yourself?”

“Fucking fireworks.”

He hummed, stopping a couple of feet in front of me. “But not with someone else?” He crossed his arms.

I crossed my own arms, matching his stance. “Maybe once. Would you be willing to do this thing for me? The same thing you’ve done for countless women across campus?”

Logan chuckled and lowered his head before looking back up at me. “When?”

Shrugging, I turned my head to the side a little before saying, “Does tonight work?”

“Sure. Here or….?”

“Oh, uhm…. How about at my apartment? My roommate should be out for the night. From what I can remember, she goes to her boyfriend’s place, like, 5 nights out of the week.”

“Okay.”

I grabbed my coffee mug and went down the stairs, not caring or even realizing I was still Logan’s shirt. Seeing Tuck, Dean and Beau standing and sitting at the dining table, I decided to watch this scene play out as I leaned on elbows on the island while sipping on my coffee.

Tucker was looking at something in his hand, which I came to realize was one singular grape. He looked from it to Beau and Dean, saying, “I don’t understand.”

“Sweet, sweet Tuck,” Dean said. Putting his hand on Tuck’s shoulder, he added, “Can I just be the first to say how thrilled we are that you’ve decided to pledge Sig Tau?”

“We welcome you to our brotherhood, sweet Tuck,” Beau said.

“Okay,” Tucker said.

“And as your future big, it is my pleasure - nay - my honor, to haze you, and all I ask is that you take care of that one little grape until I ask you to stop.”

I did my best to try and conceal my laughter, catching Dean’s eye a time or two. Now, with Beau… if I hadn’t had my sights set on Logan, I’d definitely have a thing for Beau.

“That’s it?” Tucker asked, looking down at his grape.

“That’s it, bud,” Beau answered.

Dean grabbed my attention, motioning with his hand to come over to him, to which I did, as Beau said that the task was so simple as Dean wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Tucker said. “Guys, I gotta be honest. I was a little worried you were gonna make me streak across campus or frost my tips.”

“No!” Dean and Beau said.

“Hey, I’m gonna be your big brother,” Beau added, placing his hand on Tucker’s shoulder. “Would your brother do something like that to you?”

Smiling, Tuck said, “I guess not, man. Well, uh, thanks, y’all.”

“Hey, Little Graham,” Dean said. When I looked at him, he continued, “Are you hungry?”

When I scrunched my brows in confusion, he shifted eyes quickly from me to Tuck then back to me again. Picking up what he was putting down, I looked at Tucker and stole his grape, popping it into my mouth and chewing it.

“Well, just one last thing,” Beau said, placing a strawberry into Tuck’s empty hand. “Should anything happen to your fruit baby, it will be replaced with a slightly larger piece of fruit.”

“What do you mean by that? Little G!” Tucker said, exclaiming my nickname when I took the strawberry from his hand before Beau replaced it with a kiwi.

I took a bite from the strawberry, humming in satisfaction before looking up at Dean, holding the piece of fruit up. “It’s really good,” I said, Dean taking a bite from the fruit and humming in satisfaction just as I did.

“Good luck, sweet Tuck,” Beau said.

“This is the part where you run,” Dean said.

Tucker turned and got off the table, Beau and Dean doing their best to chase after him. I laughed and walked back over to the island, grabbing my mug and taking a sip from it.

After I washed my mug, I grabbed myself a quick breakfast before going back up to Garrett’s room to change into clothes I kept in his room. Yes, I have my own drawer. No, it’s not weird between us, even though others think so.

Once changed, I put Logan’s shirt back in his before making my way out of the House, I made my way to campus for my classes for the day. To say that my mind was on tonight with Logan made me extra nervous.

Not a lot of people have made it to the apartment I shared with my best friend, other than when her boyfriend and study group come over. I did my best to tidy up before Logan was expected to arrive.

I even went by the House to get the shirt I slept in the night before!

As I was finishing up some last minute tidying, a knock sounded on the door, my heart feeling like it was going to beat out of my chest. “U-uhm, j-just a second!” I said loudly. Changing the quickest I’ve ever changed in my life, I put Logan’s shirt back on, loving the way it smelt like him.

Going back to the door, I took a breath before opening it, seeing Logan on the other side. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he greeted back. Pointing at me, he asked, “Is that my shirt?”

Looking down, I said, “Y-yeah. I hope you don’t mind. I went back to the house and got it from your bedroom.”

“I don’t mind.” We stood there for a moment before he said, “Are you gonna keep me out here all night?”

“Oh! Right. Come on in.” I moved away from the door, opening it a little more for him to come inside before I closed and locked it. “Uhm, like I said, this morning, my roommate slash best friend should be out for the night at her boyfriend’s place.”

I watched him look around as he slowly walked around the living space.

“It’s not much, but… it’s home… sometimes.”

He turned around and looked at me, saying, “It’s nice. Very girly.”

“Gee, thanks,” I sarcastically said, making us both chuckle. After a few awkward moments, I gestured to in the direction of my bedroom, saying, “Shall we?”

Holding an arm out, he said, “After you.”

“Such a gentleman.”

“Always.”

I laughed again and led him to my bedroom, the both of us standing awkwardly in the middle, looking at each other.

“Are we gonna…?” I asked, awkwardly.

Logan sighed before walking up to me. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said, taking my hands in his.

“No, no, I-I… I want to. I just, uhm… one second.” I walked around to my desk, opening my laptop and opening my Spotify to find the right song to calm my racing heart down. Baby Now That I Found You by the Foundations started playing and the breath I knew I needed to release came out, my shoulders relaxing a little.

I started to dance a little, forgetting all about my surroundings for a moment.

“What is happening?” Logan asked, making me jump.

Turning to face him, I said, “I’m, uhh, setting the mood? This song helps to calm me down.”

“Well, if it helps to set it, then by all means.”

I giggled. I actually fucking giggled as I started dancing again, mouthing the words as I released all the anxiety and nerves about spending this night with him. At one point, he actually joined in on the dancing, making me laugh.

I felt so free dancing like a crazy person with John Logan in my apartment bedroom. He seemed to feel free as well as he grabbed my hand and spun me around, pulling my back to his front.

Not being able to take it anymore, I turned around to face him before putting my hands on both the back of his head and his neck, my fingers threading through his hair just a moment before he leaned down, our lips finally meeting in a kiss that I’d literally been dreaming about for a good year.

He squatted and placed his hands on the backs of my thighs, silently telling me to jump, to which I did, wrapping my legs around his waist before he guided us over to my bed where he gently laid me on my back.

I felt his hand on my neck before his lips made their way from mine to my jaw and finally to my neck, where he placed multiple kisses as my hand made its way back to his hair.

Logan’s hand went down my outer thigh a little bit before moving to the left near my inner thigh, my pulse rapidly beating. I guess he noticed because next I knew I was looking into his chocolate orbs.

“Hey,” he said, softly. “What’s the matter?”

“Hm? Oh, uhm, nothing. Nothing,” I replied, picking my head back up to kiss him.

“No, no. Something’s wrong.” Logan sat up a little more, resting his weight on his hand next to my head. “I think we need to stop.”

“What? Why?” I moved to sit up at the same moment he sat back on his legs, his thighs meeting his calves.

“Because, princess, your pulse is racing like crazy.”

I brought my knees up, my arms wrapping around my legs. “I guess I’m just nervous. I’ve had sex before, but it’s been quite a while since I’ve had it. I’m sorry.” I put my forehead against my knees, on the verge of crying.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

I felt myself being picked up before being set back down, my back against Logan’s chest. “What’s wrong with me?” I whispered.

“Nothing,” Logan said, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Absolutely nothing is wrong with you, princess.”

“What if there is something wrong with me?” I asked. “Like, what if I’m broken or something?” “You’re not broken, LG. Maybe you don’t trust me enough to let yourself go and enjoy the moment, even if it has been a while.”

“But I do trust you, John.” I looked over my shoulder at him the best I could. “Fully. 100%. It’s just…” I sighed before whispering, “You never said anything back.” I could feel his confusion before I noticed it hitting him like a mack truck.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t feel the same.” He was quiet for a moment before he said, “Nothing is more vulnerable than sex, LG. So, if you’re not there yet, then it sounds completely normal to me.”

I lightly chuckled before saying, “You just got deep on me.”

“I have another idea, if you’d be up for hearing it,” Logan said, moving to lean on his arm. I had to turn my head over my shoulder to look down at him. “Instead of me giving you an orgasm, why don’t you give yourself one.”

Confused, I said, “I do that all the time. What’s that got to do with you and I?”

“Oh, you give yourself one, huh?”

“What’s your point, John?”

He looked at me for a moment before lightly running his fingers over my back. “Show me.”

I watched as he stood from my bed, standing next to me before he said, “Show me, and I’ll show you.” He took his top shirt off before taking his tank off, showing me those glorious fucking abs.

Pushing all my nerves aside, I took a deep breath and stood, taking off his shirt that I wore, leaving me in only my bra and panties, Logan’s eyes never leaving mine.

One by painstakingly one, we removed the rest of our clothes, though it took him a little longer since he still had his boots on.

I couldn’t help but look at his semi-hard member, one of my eyebrows shooting up. “Damn.”

“I could say the same thing.”

I held up a finger, my other shooting up. “What happens in this room doesn’t get back to my brother, understood?”

He nodded and went to grab my vanity seat before looking around. I watched him grab a discarded towel from the floor, looking at me in question before I shook my head, knowing what he was asking; was I currently using this towel? It wasn’t laundry day yet.

After he placed the towel on the seat, he sat down, slouching just a little to get comfortable as I sat down on the edge of my bed.

“Alright,” I breathed. “Let’s do this.” I released a deep breath before guiding my hand down my stomach to my entrance, opening my eyes once gathering some of the wetness that had formed since… well, since classes.

I took in a sharp breath once my fingers met my clit, my eyes never leaving Logan’s as his hand fisted his cock, slowly jerking himself. My eyes started to flutter close at the sensation I was giving myself.

“Open your eyes,” Logan said. “Stay with me.”

My eyes stayed on his own, and his cock, as long as humanly possible before I tossed my head back, a moan breaking the silence before I fell back onto my bed, my breathing coming out in pants as I came, hearing Logan’s grunts as he too came.

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathed, feeling him lay next to me. “That was hot as hell.”

“Yeah, it was,” he replied, breathing just as heavy as I was.

We looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Once our laughter died down, I looked back up at the ceiling and asked, “So what now?” Sitting up real fast, I turned to look at him, my mouth open a little. “You up for a hamburger?”

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