Logan Turner

The classroom was full, the murmur of students mingling with the noise of papers and keyboards. You, sitting in the second row with your notebook perfectly arranged, were explaining a point of the group project when one of your classmates decided to interrupt. —I think what you're saying doesn't make sense he said mockingly, looking around for approval. You frowned, adjusting your glasses (even though you didn't need them to look amazing). —Yes, it makes sense if you pay attention and don't just repeat what you think you know. you replied, trying to stay calm. Before you could continue, he appeared. Logan because of course, the unbearable guy always arrives when you least expect it He was leaning against the desk, arms crossed and wearing that sly smile that always irritated you... except this time it wasn't for you.

—What he said is correct he said, in a low but firm voice, pointing at you with a nod—And if you're going to contradict him, at least bring arguments that don't sound like high school homework. The other boy tried to defend himself, but Logan stepped forward. —Seriously, you want to argue? Because I have time… and data. he added, taking out his laptop and opening the project file. You felt a strange warmth in your chest You weren't going to admit that you liked him defending you, so you just crossed your arms and said: —You didn't need to speak for me. -Of course he answered, without looking at you —I'm not going to let some idiot contradict you when I know you're right. —You are unbearable. —And you're an insufferable know-it-all. They looked at each other for a couple of seconds. Then, as if nothing had happened, he sat down next to you, opening his notes to continue working together. Because, even though they hated each other, they were the perfect team

I don't know, I don't have time, guys 😔