LOGAN

Dean West is a force on the field. I am talking six-three, two hundred pounds of pure power, which can rattle the NHL if he ever tries out for it. I don't think NHL is going to overlook Dean injuring their other players to death but they'll probably take the chance.

It's a practise session going on and I am pretty sure he already broke Hunter's ankle, at least that's how it looks like from here. Hunter is on the floor, on the bare ice mind you, and gripping his ankle like his life depends on it. It probably does.

"Fuck you Dean," Hunter grumbles.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't see you coming, I am sorry, I am sure it's nothing and you'll be okay," Dean looks like he's three seconds away from crying and this is the paradox. How does a guy who body slams into others right and left, so affected by this?

I have never seen Dean bat an eyelash for anyone else and once, he slammed into my plexi so hard I saw stars behind my eyes for hours on end.

"Can you get up?" I crouch down beside Hunter and glace at his ankle, "I mean it looks fine..."

Dear God, please let it be nothing. If he actually broke his ankle, Dean will be dealt with by coach sure, but I can kiss my newly appointed position of the captain of the team goodbye and no matter how much I would want to grovel for a mistake that wasn't even mine, I know that would just disgust Coach even more. The guy's a hard nut to crack.

"Hunter, coach is here," Aaron slides on the ice, like melted butter on a marble counter. He glances over at me and gives me a half smile. I instantly ease up; this is Aaron's sign that everything is okay.

"What's all the fuss about?!" Coach's voice booms from behind me and I stand up.

"Hunter if you're going to throw a sissy fit every time you take a hit you better go do something other than hockey," He kneels down in my place, turning Hunter's ankles left and right and not too kindly I must say.

"I kid you not, the fucker broke it," Hunter protests, his hands shooting to protect his ankle from the assault from coach.

Coach shakes his head disapprovingly, before looking at me and everything in my spine straightens at once, "Logan, your grandma's here, go talk to her and let me worry about Hunter."

"Alright coach," I bend down and clasp Hunter on the shoulder, "Break dean's jaw in return."

"Motherfucker," Dean says, shooting me a crooked grin.

I skate towards the entrance and slide off my skates. What's Nana doing here at ten in the morning anyway?

Curious, I go towards the locker and dump my bag and skates hurriedly and by the time, I am leaving, I keep wondering if I actually locked the place or not. I hate when my brain does this, like I just closed the locker door, why can't I remember if I locked it or not?

"Ugh," Grunting I go back and check and sure enough it is locked.

Now that I am here, I unlock the door, and grab my copy of The Waves  peeking out from the back of the locker and slam it shut, making absolutely sure that I lock it and stare at it for two minutes so my brain can process that I did lock it.

The hardcover, now worn out and faded, is a familiar presence in my hands as I walk down the hall to the ice cream shack I know where Nana would be present.

Outside, the sun is hot and clammy on my back. A bead of sweat trickles down my back and I regret not taking a shower before meeting Nana at a place so full of students. You'd think playing ice hockey, in an ice rink would mean that the temperature is cool or chilly but it's absolutely false. The only part of our bodies which remain sweat-less are probably feet and even fifty percent of the reason is that most people don't sweat on their feet.

I hear a sweet laughter coming from in front of me and I whip my head to see where it's coming from. I keep walking but my eyes are on her now. She's wearing a light-yellow, short, pleated skirt, with a sleeveless, flowery crop top and her brown hair is clipped to the side with two pearl clips and reaches down to the low of her back. She's on the phone, I realise. A very glittery, very pink phone.

Her face is pink and I cannot tell if it's from the bright sun or from the makeup but she looks so pure and holy, like one speck of mud on her would ruin her year. Shaking my head, I look down; Daddy probably pays her way through life.

"She's pretty, isn't she?"

"What?" I look up to find Nana walking towards me, Liam licking a huge ice cream cone, a leaning tower of ice cream cone, beside her.

"The girl," She motions towards the girl in the yellow skirt.

"I don't know who she is."

"Bet you want to," She winks at me.

"Nana, don't start now," I warn as I go in for a hug so tight, I am afraid it'd break her Nana bones.

"Liam buddy, are you treating Nan-Nan well?" I pick up my six-year-old little brother and dribbles of butterscotch ice cream splatter on my t-shirt.

"Eww, Logan you smell," he comically plucks his nose and leans as far away from me as possible.

"Oh yeah?" I forcefully shove his face on my shoulders and he yelps in surprise, laughter bubbling up in his mouth, "I smell of roses Liam, your nose isn't working."

"No my nose is fine, you smell!" His complaint sounds muffled against my shoulder.

"Put that boy down now, let him finish the ice cream, he drove me to the ground picking a flavour," Nana chides and we both comply.

"Do you want an ice cream Lo?"

"Nah."

She snorts, "Why, are you afraid it'll give you a nice little tummy?"

"Nana you know one ice cream won't give me any tummy."

"Okay, okay," She sits down in a nearby bench, Liam joining her.

"How are you Nan-Nan? Everything okay?" the concern must have shown in my face because she brushes me off swiftly.

"I am not ninety, boy, I am not even sixty. You need to stop worrying about me and enjoy college. Tell me how are classes going?"

"Good actually," I sit down, flinging an arm around Liam, "I like the classes a lot."

"Hockey?"

"Won the first match as a captain."

"Girlfriend?" She asks a little too hopefully.

"Why do you want me to have a girlfriend so bad?" I chuckle.

Ever since college started three months back, she has been relentless about me finding a girlfriend and going on cute little movie dates with her. She never takes 'I am not interested' as a good enough answer, and frankly, I really am not interested. I have many more things to worry about.

"Because I don't want you to spend the fun years of your life alone, Lo," She pouts.

"I have hockey and I have friends," I point out, determined to win this round.

"Not the same thing."

I sigh, "Nana when I find someone, you'll be the first to know I promise, but I haven't found someone. At all."

"In such a huge place?"

"In such a huge place."

I pause.

"Why are you here Nana?" I ask, serious this time.

"Can't I visit my own grandson?"

"You can and that's not what I meant, you never show up without letting me know first," my voice comes out strained, "is she back? Is she bothering you again?"

Her face softens visibly, "Baby, no. she's not here."

"You know you can tell me, right? I'll deal with her."

"I know," Nana's face hardens, "but you won't have to deal with her alone, I'm still here."

"I know, Nana."

Nothing about this conversation or her visit makes sense but I also know that she wants a change of topic and I know Nana. Badgering her about this conversation will only piss her off more. Besides, Liam's right in front of us; I don't want him to hear about this conversation at all.

I sigh, "Promise me you will tell me if she even contacts you for five seconds."

"Only if you promise me that you'll be open to a girlfriend," She smirks.

"Fuck," I mutter silently under my breath but clearly, it's not silent enough because Liam heard it.

"Fuck!" he yells, "I never understood what fuck meant."

"Logan, you apologise for this behaviour right now!" Nana looks more horrified than pissed.

In return, I flash her a cheeky grin with enough dimples to mass murder a sorority house full of girls, "Well, the boy's gotta grow up someday."

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Some of you hated Logan in 'All I see' and I get it, you only saw the harsh Logan, but I wanted you to see who he really is ;)
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