f o u r ;

When classes were over for the day, Louise and her friends went over to the physical education building on campus. That was where the locker rooms were located and they needed to change into their uniforms for football practice. This is one locker room Tina wouldn't be interested in, Louise thought to herself as she remembered her sister. In her awkward teen years she had always been interested in peeking at boys in changing rooms by any method possible. It was a habit that had gotten Tina in trouble plenty of times.

She eventually stopped when she and Jimmy Jr. became an official couple because he would become jealous of her watching other boys changing clothes. Now that they had their own place and had been living together for about three years, Tina would often tell Louise about how Jimmy Jr. changed in front of her without a problem. She gave very detailed descriptions of his glorious butt, as she liked to call it.

One of the things that Louise hated about the locker room was that the football team and the cheerleaders had practice at the same time and therefore had to share the locker room. Sports weren't exactly popular at an all girls Catholic school, and the locker room wasn't very big because of that lack of interest from the students. Both teams were crammed into the small room, changing as quick as they could so that they wouldn't spend more time than was necessary inside that room.

Nearly every time they were in there, Danielle Bradford would yell obnoxiously, "Is Louise Belcher in here? This place smells like a gross meat locker." 

Danielle Bradford was the daughter of a very important business man who owned a chain mattress factories. Their family was very rich and had donated a lot of money to the school, and Danielle felt like she could do whatever she wanted because of it. One of the things she felt entitled to do was pick on Louise who was there on a scholarship, and whose parents owned a struggling burger restaurant.

"Shut up, Danielle!" Aimee and Annie called back in unison, defending their friend.

But Louise shook her head, she had a come back for her. "Maybe what you're smelling is the rotting meat that is your brain! Ha!" The girl with the pink bunny ears hat laughed.

"Yeah, well you're poor!" Danielle yelled back from wherever she was in the locker room.

Louise and the twins always changed by the entrance so that they would be the first ones out. They left their training bags in a pile somewhere and scurried off to football practice.

-

On that day the girls were going to focus on penalty kicks. Louise kept her eyes trained on the parking lot while she got her stretches done, watching for Logan to make an appearance. Once their warm ups were done, the girls got into a single file line and took penalty kick shots with one of them standing in as the goal keeper. 

It was nearly Louise's turn when Logan emerged from the school with a briefcase in one hand and his jacket draped over his other arm. He made a beeline straight for his car and unlocked it, opening the trunk and dropping his briefcase inside. He stood there a few more minutes, getting his coat on to shield himself the chilly afternoon breeze. Louise timed her plan very well. She wanted to mess with Logan again, just like she had done in class. 

She placed her football on the penalty spot and kicked it with all her strength, deliberately aiming it at the new teacher who she knew from back home. The ball went expertly over the net and bouncing in the same direction it had the previous afternoon. The football had managed to hit his back and he turned around to see a ball fallen at his feet. The force of her kick made the ball continue rolling underneath his car, where it got stuck just like it had before.

"I'll get it!" Louise called and hurried over to the parked car.

The blonde haired teacher now watched her approach him with his blue eyes narrowed into a glare. His arms were now crossed over his chest and he expected there would be yet another argument between himself and Louise Belcher.

"You." He said, his lips pressing together to form a tight line. He was clearly displeased with her. He knew that she had clearly hit him on purpose.

Louise stood by his side and stretched her leg under the car without much effort, trying to get the ball from under his car. He noticed that she wasn't trying nearly as hard as she should have, but it was her plan to annoy him. She wanted him to be the one to get the ball for her. Her green eyes watched him expectantly, like she was waiting for him to make the offer of retrieving the football for her, even though all of it had been her fault.

He gave a shake of his head. "I'm not messing up my work clothes to get that football for you again, four ears. Not when you never even said thank you the first time." Logan couldn't understand what her problem was. Louise was deliberately trying to mess with him since they saw each other on the first day of school. It seemed that the mere action of having him back in her life brought back all the memories from when she was a nine year old that he had teased mercilessly. He thought she would have been past that. They were both adults--at least he was, but she wasn't far from it either. Then he thought that it was the same for himself. There was something about seeing her again that made him want to continue with their arguments and petty fights. It was like something out of his control.

The seventeen year old rolled her eyes at him. "Fine. I'll get the stupid ball."

In the next moment, she grabbed her long black hair and pulled it back, tying it up into a pony tail to prevent it from getting dirty on the gravel ground of the parking lot. She adjusted her hat on her head and got down on her hands and knees, crawling under his car to get the ball that was lodged somewhere underneath it. She felt the pointy gravel rocks dig into her palms and her knees, making her wince slightly, but she didn't whine. Logan stood by the trunk of his car, leaning against it in a very nonchalant manner, waiting for her to finish so that he could head home. 

Knowing Louise, holding him back for no reason was probably her way of getting revenge for him taking her hat during class. 

While she was down there, her feet were the only thing visible and sticking out. A car pulled up dangerously close to them and stopped abruptly, sealing him inside his parking spot. "Hey, what the fuck is your problem?" He yelled at the driver of the car, tapping on the back end of it to get their attention. He hadn't just been talking about the car blocking him inside the parking space, but also the fact that Louise was under the car trying to get her football and that car could have damaged her feet. "Drive more carefully, asshole!" He continued with his angered words. "This is a school zone."

Louise listened to Logan yell at someone with a roll of her eyes. She was still busy reaching for her football, but she was almost certain she hadn't just heard Logan--her arch nemesis--defending her from a person in a speeding vehicle. 

The engine of the car shut off and the door opened. A beautiful woman with jet black hair, lightly tanned skin, and coffee brown eyes stepped out of it. Logan felt his heart sink in his chest when he realized that he knew the beautiful woman. His blue eyes darted to the ground where Louise was still underneath the car. It was in no way a suspicious scene to come to, but he knew the woman who had arrived had a tendency to make a big deal of things.

A bright smile spread across her rose colored lips and she exclaimed in a thick foreign accent. "Logan! I am so happy to see you!" She said. She always had a way of saying his name in Spanish, making it sound entirely different than its English pronunciation.

"Maria Valentina." He said her name nervously, gulping back as he looked to the seventeen year old underneath his car. 

From underneath the car, Louise heard their conversation, noticing the way he sounded clearly nervous to see the foreign woman. The seventeen year old was curious, taking her time to retrieve the football in order to listen to their conversation. 

She was sure she would gather plenty of information that would kill Aimee's daydreams of being with Logan.

-

another update for you all since you got this story to 500 reads and that made me very happy! the next update will be posted at 650 reads because i'll need time to come up with something and type it up. the other chapters were posted faster because they were pre-written. i ran out of pre-written chapters with this one. so bear with me.

thank you all so much for reading, voting, and commenting. it really means a lot to me. and i hope you all have a great weekend!

-clary xx