Logan was a senior that played basketball for his high school. He was tall, toned, blond, and handsome. Girls always threw themselves at him, even though he was outwardly cold and wore a permanent scowl on his face.

Although he was quiet and unsociable, he was an unbelievably good basketball player and managed to form a respective relationship with his coach: naturally becoming the captain.

Being the captain meant that Logan got the final say in who would make the basketball team. He wasn’t easily impressed, though, and often times found himself making coach cut players from the team.

That was where August came in. Sweet, sweet Auggie.

August Foster was a sophomore that tried out for the basketball team. He was average height; tousled, brown hair; tanned skin; and freckles that dusted over his dimples.

The boy was a relatively good at basketball, and Logan let him have a spot on the team.

That was when Logan fell into something he wasn’t ready for.

Auggie was unbearably smart and was a sweet boy at heart, despite his common teenage boy tendencies. Logan drifted towards him easily, finding himself following Auggie around almost all the time. It didn’t matter that Logan was 2 years older than the boy.

Logan was obsessed, in love. He was so in deep that only the mere through of the boy got him hard in his shorts. Logan tried to keep his eyes away from Auggie in the changing rooms; he couldn’t help it in the showers.

At practice one day, Auggie was running a little late. The other guys on the team were a bit irritated that Logan didn’t seem pissed off about it like he usually was when other team members were late, but they liked Auggie, so they didn’t think much of it.

When Auggie finally came through the gym doors, a deep grunt came from Logan, eyes belonging to the tanned, freckled boy.

“There’s my favorite boy.” Logan murmured without much emotion in his deep, rough voice, gently ruffling Auggie’s hair.