Sophie's POVI can't say I wasn't bummed out about not going home with Troy right now. But I guess he really needed to go home and spend time with his grandma. She truly is an angel.She's amazing, I love all the support she gives Troy. She has always known Troy is gay, and has supported him from the day she found out about it. But I guess it's understandable, she has raised him since he came to this town. She cares alot about him.His parents have never really cared much about anything other than their business and their lavish life. Which was the reason why they made him move here to be with her. They didn't care much about looking after him.I hate everytime they come see him. All they do is make him feel upset and leave him feeling pity and disappointment towards himself. He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I can't imagine him getting hurt by anyone.********I was so worried about him, I didn't even realize when we had ar

Logan-The crowd cheers on. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as we made our way out towards the field. The Friday night lights and the loud cheers, mixed with the school band in full blast, fill the air with all its  joy. Our school has been undefeated for the past six years under coach Mitchell's long endearing support and coaching tactics. He's by far the best coach there is in all our county. This year, I intend to give it my all and make him proud. He's done so much to help every single one of us. Even Carter, regardless of how much of an ass he is, he's still a great player. One of my best defense if I may add.If it's one thing I love, it's to feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as the first game jitters fills us; the school spirit can be felt through the air,  giving us the monumental feel,  urging us to plummit into giving it our best.I slowly make my way out through the hallway and stand in the m

SophieI'd be lying to you if I said I wasn't scared out of my mind going home at this moment. I spent an unforgettable night with Logan. Nothing to be ashamed of, and I am beyond impressed with how much of a gentleman he proved himself to be. I guess I really did under estimated him.There's a lot I still have to learn about him. And needless to say, he's becoming a person that roams through my thoughts more frequent than I'd like to admit it for myself. I had forgotten completely to check my phone. I took numerous pictures of our date. . . Did I really just say that? We really did have a date didn't we? I can't help but smile as I look back and reminisce on all the beautiful details he made. From the food, to how he decorated the place, to the way he behaved himself with me. The food was amazing, the dessert was amazing, the movies were amazing. . . and yes, HE was amazing. The whole way back to the car and the ride home, he held my

Next Day:DylanI have been wanting to talk to my dad for a really long time. Although, I live with him in one of the houses the military provides inside the station, I rarely get to see him. He and I, have been a duo since I was just 4 years old. He raised me on his own. Mom left the day he found out my mom was falling in love with someone else. Needless to say, it got messy. Not because he found out, but because the same person dad trusted as a friend, was the same person mom was having an affair with. She was sleeping with dad's best friend.She was pissed off when he confronted her, as if it was dad's fault. She grabbed her stuff that same day, and left. The guy dad trusted as a friend, left along with her. I was too small to comprehend at the time, but I accept it, no matter. She was someone else's problem now.Dad had a one night stand gone wrong with my mom. But he was too much of a gentleman to leave her with a baby

SophieI woke up as the glimpse of light from a new day creeped through my window. I laid on his chest. His chest softly moved up and down, followed by faint snores.I giggled as I heard his snores and ran my hand along his nose and lips. He smiled while his eyes kept closed. He sighed and grunted a little, tightening his hand he held around my waist. I turned my body to see the time, it was barely 6 in the morning. We had plenty of time to get ready for school.I turned and placed both hands, crossing them on top of his chest. His arm was above his head, tucked behind his head, giving me a perfect view of the inside of his tattoo. It was an engraving that said 'She's the beauty that calms the beast in me.'I smiled, running my hands through the wrinkled sheer that covered his fresh tattoo. I wanted to look at the rest and I slowly ran my hand over his arm. Running my fingers in a feather like motion across hi