<strong>Logan walks from the football field to the courtyard</strong><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br/><br/>Far away from the hall, on the 50-yard line of the football field, one of the new male senior students lay on his back on the perfectly manicured green grass, staring at the partly cloudy but otherwise perfectly blue sky.  Something didn't seem right, something besides the head cheerleader lying on her side next to him, laying her head on his shoulder.<br/><br/>She was as American as apple pie and had the classic girl-next-door look.  She was Miss Popularity, the future prom queen, and as boring and fake and mean as the stereotype she followed in countless high school movies and TV shows marketed to teens.  She was the girl every guy wanted and every girl wanted to be.<br/><br/>And she was boring as fuck.<br/><br/>She started rolling on top of him, straddling one of his thighs, pressing her perfect, perky breasts against his chest, kissing his neck with her soft, full lips.  Her short skirt hiked up, exposing her white and blue striped side-tie panties with a wet spot at the center of the cleft over her mound.  He sighed and rolled his eyes, keeping his hands clasped under his head, not allowing her to interrupt his observations above.  Her lips moved up his neck to his cheek.<br/><br/>"Mmm, Logan..."<br/><br/>If only she were someone else, like the tall, strong girl with the perfectly feminine face and hair out of a shampoo commerical, or the exotic African girl with the silky white hair, or the blue-eyed brunette that looked a little too good to be true but seemed like she had a hidden side to her.  He sniffed each of them in passing and detected strength, power and character coming from each of them.  They may have secrets, but at least they seemed real and genuine, unlike the girl he had just picked up who was on top of him within minutes of meeting her.<br/><br/>"I've never done it on the school logo in broad daylight, Logan," she said, straightening up, mounting his his, opening up her blouse.<br/><br/>He gently pushed her off.  "I'm going to head back."  He said nothing more, just standing up and making his way to the courtyard.  The girl would have been put off if any other guy did that to her, but she couldn't resist his bad boy qualities, from the irreverent way he wore his uniform to his 5 o'clock shadow to his long sideburns.  She followed him, like a lost puppy.<br/><br/>Along the way with his female acquaintance behind him, he passed by a couple of other male students.  One of them looked like he was Mr. All-American Dream, tall and built and muscular, the type that the leggy busty blue-eyed blonde Miss Head Cheerleader should meet.  They would go to the same college, get married, spawn 2.5 kids, drive a mini-van, and share a house surrounded by a picket fence.<br/><br/>Then there was the smaller brown-haired kid who was heading to the library.  Classes hadn't even started and he was already doing research.  Logan should have passed the cheerleader off to him.  Maybe he could study her.<br/><br/>At the courtyard, he spied the very trio of females he was just thinking about earlier.  None of the other students seemed to have the guts to talk with them.  Just as he was about approach them to chat them up, a bunch of football players got in his way.<br/><br/>"Hey, you!"<br/><br/>Logan stopped, looking up at the captain of the football team... and all of his offensive line.<br/><br/>The quarterback continued.  "That's<em>my</em>girl."<br/><br/>Logan smirked, putting his arm around the head cheerleader.  She smiled, beaming.<br/><br/>"You mean...<em>this</em>girl?"<br/><br/>A crowd started forming.  "Ooooh!" said some onlookers.<br/><br/>The football player nodded.  "Yeah, her."<br/><br/>Logan put her hand on her shoulder, then moved her back toward him.<br/><br/>"You know what?" asked Logan.<br/><br/>"What?"<br/><br/>"I was just borrowing her.  I'll let you have her back.  She... ain't much of a kisser."<br/><br/>"Oooooh!" said the crowd.  The girl's jaw dropped.<br/><br/>Logan continued.  "Which probably means she ain't much of anythin' else either."<br/><br/>"OOOOOH!!!"  Tears started welling up in her eyes from being embarassed and humiliated in front of the students who idolized yet despised her.<br/><br/>"There," said Logan.  "Happy?"<br/><br/>"No," said the quarterback, moving the cheerleader behind him, who was demanding that the guy she cheated on now defend her honor.<br/><br/>Logan asked, "What, you didn't get what you wanted?"<br/><br/>The quarterback responded by taking off his letterman's jacket.  His teammates did the same.<br/><br/>Logan continued, "Or did you want something else?"<br/><br/>The players, six of them, started rolling up their sleeves.<br/><br/>"Oh," said Logan, "So you<em>do</em>want something else."  He started patting himself down, like he was looking for something.  "I think they're here somewhere."  He checked his pants pockets.  "Ah," he said, nodding, "here they are."<br/><br/>He took one hand out of his pants pocket and made a fist.<br/><br/>He took the other hand out of his other pocket and made another fist.<br/><br/>"<em>Here</em>they are.  Come and get 'em, bub."<br/><br/>He smiled.<br/><br/>The players made their move.  The linemen went first.<br/><br/>The first one rushed Logan, grabbing his shirt and lifting him up in the air, smashing him into a tree.  Logan landed hard, then fell to his knees.  The crowd gasped.<br/><br/>"What's the matter?" coughed Logan, "can't fight your own battles?  Need your peons to do the dirty work for you?"<br/><br/>One lineman grabbed him from behind.  The other linemen took turns softening him up, punching him in the stomach over and over again.  Finally, they let him go, dropping Logan to the ground.  The quarterback got on top of him.<br/><br/>"This is what you get for messing with my girl," said the quarterback, bring his arm back.<br/><br/>He grabbed Logan's hair and punched him square in the face as hard as he could, then grabbed his own hand in pain.  "I... I think I broke it," said the quarterback.<br/><br/>"Gonna be kind of tough throwing a touchdown, bub," said Logan, suddenly unscathed, dusting himself off.  He pushed the linemen out of his way and joined the three girls he had his eyes on, along with a newcomer.<br/><br/>He was easily the shortest of the group.  "Avalon, huh?  Name's Logan."  He looked at the other three girls, the cut on his mouth healing before their eyes.  His bloody smile became a set of perfectly white teeth with slightly protruding fangs.  "And what are your names?"