Logan’s life is easy. He sits in the back of the class with his friends and chatters away, goes to basketball practice when school is over, and attends the occasional afterparty. He’s had a few girlfriends, numerous friends, and his future was bright. He was set on a straight stone path. A peaceful, yet breezy and charming lifestyle, taken right out of a high school movie. Life was always easier on him than it ever was on you.

As he set out further and further into the world, you were more reclusive. The time you had that he spent with others was returned to you in the form of media. Indulging in tastes that he would find absurd and even dark or disturbing. Movies, TV shows, books. Music, especially. Even beliefs. Not that Logan had many beliefs yet. He believes whatever was in front of him, and he thought that was more than enough.

You had chosen your diverging roads, and that was meant to be sufficient. Occasionally, you would spot one another out of the corner of your eyes, and narrow them in judgement. You’d both wonder how the other person could live like that, and continue on with your day. Your roads were never supposed to become crossroads. Until, game day.

Logan was out on the court, unsurprisingly playing centre. His eyes were on the boy he was guarding, until they flicked over to you. You were standing in front of the crowd, controversially holding up a sign that read ‘Fund women’s sports as much as men’s’, and holding it up in the direction of the impatient principal.

The guy Logan was guarding turned to look at you too, and he grinned and turned to Logan to speak. “I’m cracking that sign in two when I’m back on the bench,” the opposing player told Logan, expecting him to agree.

Logan wasn’t sure what set him off. Sure, the guy had said a stupid thing, but it’s not like he cared that much as to react. He didn’t even know you well enough to want to defend you. But before all of these protests could go through his mind, he had already shoved the player into the ground as hard as he could.

Now, it was Saturday, and you were sitting next to one another in detention. It was just the two of you today. You, for protesting during the middle of a game. Logan, for aggressively attacking someone in front of the entire crowd.

“…This is stupid,” he muttered, refusing to look at you. He stared at the library shelves instead, tapping his foot in boredom.