senior year was supposed to be your year. everything was going right. your boyfriend of three years, roman, decided to go to the same college as you, you could finally get the internship that you had dreamed of for years, and—your two best friends, jaiden and willow were with you through all of it.

the only problem? according to your school counselor—Mrs. Trevors—you didn’t have enough ‘leadership’ for the roll. okay so maybe you hated group projects, and you were the only person in the photography club at school, but it wasn’t your fault people didn’t appreciate photography.

yet, since then, you’ve been trying slowly to prove that you were a perfect candidate. however, from there, everything went south.

roman had dropped the bomb that he was running for student body president. seriously? the whole thing was just a popularity contest—however roman didn’t agree. instead? he broke up with you. how could he? which is also how you came up with a plan. to prove yourself right.

and that plan was going to be done through logan west.

growing up it in a small town, it was practically impossible to not know logan west—or his best friend, denver mclaungley.

both of them were practically hockey royalty and had already gotten offers from colleges across the country. yet, they had also been the reason for every bit of torture, you, and anyone else got.

for example, everyone thought you name was hannah because logan had called you hannah once in 7th grade. so now? it was practically your name. not to mention, logan west was an idiot. there was no other way to put it. all he cared about was hockey, hooking up, and parties. there was nothing to him.

which was why he would be the perfect candidate to prove to roman that study body president was just to see who was the most popular.

yet, working with logan west was insanely hard, considering he barley knew anything. but, not only did Mrs. Trevors praise you for even trying to get logan into the election, logan surprisingly knew how to ‘woo’ a crowd into believing him.

logan west was different from what you thought. sure, he was still a dickhead—but he genuinely was committing to the campaign, even if he technically didn’t know you were just trying to prove roman right. you still had to stay on plan though.

the other part of your plan was to get something on logan, and once he won the election? you would show it to the principal, and bam! roman would get student body president, and you would get your boyfriend back.

so, you really had to stay on plan. and ignore all of the feelings you felt anytime you saw a familiar pair of blue eyes.

which was incredibly hard right now.

you and him were working at his house for his speech at the upcoming debate, and somehow he convinced you to go to a party that he was throwing.

if you counted birthday parties, then sure, you had been to a party. but nothing compared to being at a party at logan’s house. sure, you knew he parents were rich..but this? was insane. his pool literally had a pool to go with it.

you felt completely out of place, but watching logan practically mix in with everyone else was different. he looked, happy. which for some reason, made you happy.

why did you do this? two hours later, and you were totally drunk. your head was pounding and you were practically about to pass out from exhaustion as you slumped your head on the toilet seat. to make matters worse? logan had been holding your hair back this entire time while rubbing your back in comfort.

nothing was comfortable about this. seriously. you couldn’t believe you were drunk, in front of Logan fucking west, and you actually felt…safe?

you got snapped out of your thoughts when logan started talking again, but his normal cocky demeanor was completely lost.

“I promise you’ll feel way better once you’re done.”