Todos los capítulos de I FELL FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S TWIN: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

THE THINGS HE COULD HARDLY IGNORE 2‘Come watch me practice.’Dylan smiled without knowing. It wasn't something he did consciously. It just happened. Whenever he saw Logan's name, everything about his expression softened instantly.Lucas leaned closer to him. "Is that the girl you are sleeping with?""What?" Dylan snapped his head up, stunned.Lucas stretched out his hand slightly and tried to take the phone from Dylan but Dylan instantly grabbed it, pulling against his chest. "No," he said curtly. "No?" Lucas frowned.Dylan's expression loosened as he put the phone back down on his lap. "N-no," he repeated, stuttering this time. Lucas scoffed, adjusting his grip on his backpack. "Then who is it?"Dylan hesitated for a moment. "Just an important..." He searched desperately for a word. "...sensitive family thing."Lucas looked at him. "Since when did you start keeping me from seeing your texts?"Dylan opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. How could he tell him that

THE HITThe coach frowned, gripping his clipboard tight as he watched the players. He hesitated for a moment before going onto the field. "Logan," he called out. Logan looked up from the ball in his hands and smiled at him. “Yes, coach." The coach stopped a few meters away. "You good?" he asked, tilting his head. Logan flashed and smile and nodded. "Yeah," he answered, breathless. "Why... why do you ask?""Just... chill out."Logan frowned. "What?""You heard me." The coach pointed at the starting line. "We're practicing, not playing a championship match. Control your hits."Logan nodded. "Got it.""Good." The coach turned away.Nathan approached Logan. "Serious, man."Logan looked at him. "What?""That second hit.""What about it?""You almost took his head off."Logan snorted. "He got back up."Nathan stared at him. "That's not the point."Logan didn't reply. He glanced towards the bench. Dylan was looking at him. Now, there was no smile on his face, just concern. Logan looked aw

FALLING OUT The moment Logan said those words, he grabbed Dylan, held him tight, and kissed him again. But this time there was something different in him. Maybe it was frustration from the practice. Maybe it was everything that happened during the weekend. Or maybe Logan just was not that good at pretending not to care. His hand grabbed Dylan by his shirt, pulling him closer, so that his back was pressed against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. Dylan's hands automatically went to his shoulders and he felt his heart pounding against his ribcage as he took in a deep breath. The bathroom smelled of disinfectants and sweat of the football players who used it before them as water drip-dropped steadily from one of the faucets. It took them a few seconds to recall where they were. Logan pulled back a bit and placed his forehead against Dylan's. "So, you were saying something about rough," he whispered. Dylan blushed. "I was saying you are reckless." Logan smiled crookedly. "It mean

WHAT THE SMOKE COULDN'T HIDE The room was completely dark except for the moonlight shining through the slightly open curtains, forming silvery lines on the floorboards. It covered the edge of the bed and the window, reflecting from the window glass and scattered clothes left in the room earlier. Logan sat at the edge of the bed, a cigar resting in his hands. He lit it, watched the tiny flame disappear and took a puff from it. He felt the smoke curl out of his lungs and ascend upwards, gradually disappearing in the moonlight. Then he raised his free hand and let the smoke flow between his fingers, watching for a couple of seconds before lowering his hand. On the opposite side of the bed, Sophie had been staring at him for almost half an hour. She hadn't said anything. At first, she thought that Logan was simply exhausted after the events at school, that he needed some time to settle down. But this wasn't normal. Logan was physically present in the room. His mind wasn't. Sophie t

THE PRICE OF PRIDE Logan was cold, but it was not the regular kind that'd made one grab a blanket or complain about the weather. It was a cold that seemed to seep deeply into one's bones. He sat at the very edge of his bed, dressed in the same clothes he wore while walking home. The sweatshirt was drenched in water and hung heavy on his arms and shoulders. His jeans were the same, tight and heavy against his legs. He hadn't even bothered to turn the light on. The curtains were wide open and the only source of light in the room was the dim light of the street and flashes of the lightning from outside. Logan stared out the window, his eyes fixated on the driveway. A black car was parked there–his parents' car. They were home a day earlier than planned. And the first thing they saw upon reaching home were rows of the police cars stationed in front of their house. His stomach twisted. There were several officers standing close to the front entrance, their uniformed figures dark under