Chapter 11 - Serving Time

The next morning, neither Logan nor Heather were in the mood for driving to school, so they were in the back of one of the Ravers limousines with their friends who spent the night. Paris was the only Ravers kid who drove herself to school that morning, along with her little brother, Josh, while Isabella was taken by her and Logan’s parents. As the scenery passed by them outside the windows, Logan figured he could mentally speculate on what Hartburn was going to make him do that day, but the current dynamics in the car distracted him from that.

Heather and Tanya were acting quite giggly as they made some small-talk about cheerleading routines across his seat, while Ashley, sitting next to him, was oddly silent and avoiding her gaze from his cousin and their fellow cheerleader.

“You okay?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow at his old friend. When she didn’t respond, he reached over and gently poked her arm. “Ash, what’s wrong?”

“Huh?” The blonde cheerleader quickly turned to face him, clearly startled. “Uhn…, nothing’s wrong.”

“Yes, there is,” Logan insisted. He knew Ashley since they were little and she was acting completely different from her usual. “If you’re okay, then how come you’re not discussing routines with them?”

That made Heather and Tanya turn to their friend, curiosity on the brunette captain’s face. “I’ve kinda noticed that since last night too, Ash,” Heather said with a bit of a frown. “Did something happen?”

Ashley blushed at the question, something that only Logan noticed due to the proximity. “Nothing happened, okay?” She sharply retorted, crossing her arms in a quite uncharacteristic moment from her. “I just woke up a bit under the weather, is all.”

Heather and Tanya just exchanged a look and shrugged, though Logan could see that something was definitely bothering his usually bubbly friend. What the hell happened at the pool after I left? He asked himself, but in the end, decided to let it go for the time being and give some space for Ashley to clarify things in her own time.

He had his own problems to worry about, anyway.

A few minutes later, the limo pulled over in front of the school and the teens hopped off the vehicle before the Ravers cousins dismissed the driver. Once they got into the old, stony building, the cousins split from their friends at the lockers.

“So, when Hartburn’s gonna let you know your first assignment?” Heather inquired as she exchanged books at her locker.

Logan shrugged with a small smile. “No idea. He’s probably gonna summon me at some point today.”

The cheer captain nodded and closed her locker. “Well, no use worrying about it now, then. Let’s go meet the others?”

The male cousin finished his business as well. “I’ll catch up to you guys in a bit. I wanna see if I can get Sharon alone.”

Heather gave him a suggestive smirk. “Don’t go adding punishments to your résumé, you know?” She laughed. “Well, send her our way when you’re done,” she winked and then walked off to their usual hangout spot between classes.

Logan knew Sharon had the habit of getting to school very close to the start of the first period whenever she didn’t ride with any of them, so he headed toward her locker and waited, greeting people who passed by him. Sebastian and Cody stopped by at some point and had a very brief chat before leaving once they realized their friend’s intentions. About eight minutes before the start of classes, Logan's best friend and friend-with-benefits stepped into the school.

“Hey,” he greeted the redhead with a big smile, noticing right away that she didn’t seem like herself as well.

“Hey,” Sharon replied back in a morose tone, confirming his suspicions as she unlocked her locker.

“Everything okay?” The Ravers boy asked, wondering if she was just upset for missing the party. He had felt kind of guilty about enjoying herself while she was grounded back at her house, but then the whole thing with Lisa started happening and it slipped from his mind. “We missed you last night.”

“I saw some pics on Ash and Heather’s Pulse accounts,” she mechanically replied, seemingly fighting herself not to let out a sigh. “It looks like you guys had a good time.”

Logan nodded and watched her exchanging the books in her bag for a few moments. It always made his chest hurt seeing her upset or worse, sad. He knew his best friend, she was definitely suffering from both anger and sadness, and this time, words failed him when he tried to think about something he could say to make her day better. The young man was aware that they were both to blame for their predicament, but it didn’t stop him from wishing he could have resisted her horny impulses. He wouldn’t have been punished by Hartburn and she wouldn’t have gotten grounded by her parents.

“It’s… gonna be okay, Shar,” he tried to say. “All this will go away before we know it, and everything will be back to normal.”

“Sure,” she dryly replied, closing her locker. “Alright, let me go, I didn’t sleep well last night and talking is giving me a headache.”

“Oh…, uhn…, sure,” Logan replied with clear surprise, watching her briskly walking away from him. A deep frown crept up his face at that moment. He knew every aspect of Sharon’s personality really well, including the one with a lack of sleep, and this wasn’t adding up. She had never treated him so dryly and like she was simply lacking interest in him before. Needless to say, it frightened him.

What’s going on, Shar? Talk to me.

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After classes ended for the day, Logan was in the school’s old, battered soccer field for the first assignment of his punishment. He was glad that when the girls needed to play actual games, they got to use the football field, because this one they got for practice wasn’t in good condition, to say the very least. The grass on the field was missing quite a few patches, the lines were fading, the nets had holes in them, the bleachers were broken in a few spots, and the benches were made of some old wood that he was willing to bet it was incredibly uncomfortable to sit on.

Huh, we’re gonna use this very same one if Seb gets his wish of founding the male team, he mused.

Whistling to himself as he arranged the orange traffic cones in a way that Coach Lincoln briefly instructed him to, Logan figured that the punishment could be a lot worse, and it was certainly bound to be, depending on the club, team, or group that he ended up helping. Adding up to his frustrations about Sharon from earlier in the day, he couldn’t get a good read on Miles Lincoln, to figure if he was capable of doing what Paris had accused him of. That wasn’t going to be easy if he didn’t dedicate real time to it.

Maybe I can watch him around Kaylani during practice.

Taking the time to actually glance toward the other half of the field, the Ravers boy chuckled as he caught sight of someone he was meaning to approach ever since the school year started, but always ended up forgetting to. Since he was pretty much done with the cones, he walked over to the other goal, where another boy, a senior like himself, was arranging balls and other heavy tools that the team would use for practice.

“Hey,” he spoke out. “Bishop, right?”

The young man who turned to face him was about his height, and had short, dark-brown hair that was a little bit spiky, and icy-blue eyes. “Uhn…, yeah, I’m Zack,” the guy replied, unsure as to why Logan had come to talk to him. “You’re Logan Ravers, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Nice to meet you, Zack,” he offered his hand and the other boy shook it with a polite smile. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while. We’re kinda related through my mother.”

Zachary Bishop, or Zack as he preferred to be called, had returned to Sunset Haven after seven years away. His mother had divorced his father back then, and ended up moving away for a fresh start. They had lived in three other cities before coming back in the summer. Before he moved, though, he wasn’t aware of any other family he had in Sunset Haven besides the Bishops who lived in the ranch. He hadn’t had any contact with Logan back then either, and as a matter of fact, he was quite sure they didn’t even attend the same elementary school.

“How?” Zack inquired with a grin. “Not that I don’t believe you, but I don’t know any other Bishops here.”

“Oh, right, yeah, should’ve started with that,” Logan laughed. “My mother, Audrey, is from the Bishops of Mistwood. My father met her there during college.”

“Ah, now that makes sense. I knew there were Bishops in Mistwood, even though I never met any of them,” Zack let out a chuckle of his own. “So, that makes us what? Fourth, fifth cousins? Does that even exist?”

“Let’s just say distant cousins. Or cousins for short,” Logan continued laughing and then turned to the stuff the other boy was positioning on the field. “I see you got the same deal I did. What did you do for them to make you serve time?”

“Some bullshit I still can’t believe it happened,” Zack shook his head, pissed off just from the memory. “Mr. Ward claimed I talked back to him in Chemistry, but I just answered some questions correctly and commented on it,” he explained. “Apparently, that pissed him off enough to kick me out of class. Principal Hartburn gave me a day of this… community service.”

Logan laughed loudly again, the image the other boy painted too funny for him not to. “Damn, that must’ve been priceless to see, dude,” he said. “You’re gonna get used to it. In Ward’s class, it always seems like he wants kids to be ignorant, so he can lord all his infinite knowledge on us.”

“Yeah, that’s basically what Chloe told me,” Zachary mumbled. “Must be how he feels he’s actually teaching something.”

“Yeah, must be,” Logan nodded in agreement.

“So, what did you do? If you don’t mind me asking, that is,” Zack asked, wondering why one of the school’s golden boys was being punished for something.

“Oh, well, got caught with a girl in one of the bathrooms,” Logan admitted, much to the other guy’s shock. “Yeah, I know, my mistake. Juvenile of me.”

“Damn, can’t even imagine,” Zack shook his head. “How much did they give you for that?”

“Until homecoming.”

“Ouch!”

“Yeah, it is what it is, though. Can’t complain now,” Logan shrugged as they made their way to the bleachers near the benches, having finished their current assignment. However, the boys couldn’t go home yet, as they needed to remain available for the entirety of practice in case the coach needed them for something, so they sat down on the lower level and began the long wait.

They wouldn’t remain alone for long, though.

As if summoned by Logan’s mention of the bathroom incident, a girl who definitely wasn’t in the soccer team trudged toward the field. A beautiful, kinda petite blonde with green eyes and soft curves, she was carrying a digital camera and a tripod, and a scowl immediately reached her features at the sight of Logan.

“What the fuck?! You really have to darken every place I go with your insufferable presence?!” Grace Smith called out, stopping in her tracks.

“It’s not by choice, believe me! I’m being punished here!” Logan quickly answered, a bit taken aback by the extra snark in her tone toward him. Given how she had been the one to catch him and Sharon, he couldn’t blame her, though. He just wished he could know the original reason for her Logan hate.

Grace looked like she was going to retort, but then she just shook her head and walked straight by them, starting to set up the camera between the two benches, aligned with the center section of the field. Zack looked at him with an inquisitive frown and Logan let out a sigh.

“I’ve no idea how it started, but she already hated me for some reason even before she caught me,” he whispered to his distant cousin. “You know, with the girl in the bathroom. You probably read about it on BS News.”

“Ouch, but no, I don’t have the app,” Zack responded before turning to the blonde carefully setting up the camera. He couldn’t help but notice she had a gorgeous, kinda curvy ass under the dark-blue jeans she was wearing, stretching the fabric quite nicely. “What’s she doing? Is she gonna bite me if I go there and point out that she’s setting up that camera all wrong?”

Logan just shrugged with a chuckle. “Be my guest, man. I’d be careful, though,” he answered. “Her name’s Grace Smith, just in case.”

Zachary nodded and stood up, walking the short distance over to Grace and her tripod. He cleared up his throat, and when she didn’t bat an eye, he repeated it, a bit louder. This time, she turned to him with a scowl, albeit a way softer one than whatever she had directed at Logan.

“What?” She blurted out, looking at him from the corner of her eye, sounding quite annoyed by the interruption.

“Uhn…, Grace Smith, right?” Zack inquired tentatively. “I… just wanted to let you know that you’re probably setting up this camera wrong.”

The blonde frowned and turned fully to him, crossing her arms in front of her medium-sized chest with a definitely annoyed look. She was wearing a dark-green t-shirt with an anime character in it. “And what’d you know about cameras?”

“Quite a lot, actually. I’ve been messing up with cameras since I was a kid,” Zack tried to smile when he thought she was past snapping at him. “I’m assuming you wanna film the practice, right? So, yeah, you gotta set this bad girl farther from the field.”

Grace’s left eye twitched and then she looked back and forth between the camera and the new guy before letting out a long sigh. “Yeah, makes sense,” she wordlessly lifted up the tripod and carried it back a few feet. “I’m filming the training for extra credit, some clubs are having a need for tech assistance this year. Do I need extra credit? No way in fracking hell, but I figure it doesn’t hurt in case something happens,” she quickly rattled up in a bored tone. “Who did you say you were? Don’t think I ever saw you around here, but then again, I never look.”

“Uhn, Zack Bishop. Nice… to meet you,” the young man nodded, a bit stunned by how quickly she talked. He tried looking at Logan and the guy just chuckled and gave him a thumbs-up.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks for the assistance,” she waved him off and fell silent, focusing on the camera.

Zack sighed and went back to Logan’s side. “Well, that was an experience,” he whispered, sitting down again.

Logan tried to fight the urge to laugh near Grace. “That’s more than I get from her. She’s friends with my cousin and I swear she’s always been this grumpy,” a smirk then formed on his face and he called out, also enjoying the sight of her butt. “Hey, Grace, why are they offering extra credit for filming the practice?”

The blonde stomped her foot and briefly regarded the boys over her shoulder. “Can you please not talk to me?! Thanks!” She demanded and then focused mostly on Zack’s direction. “I’ve got no clue and I don’t care either. The coach just mentioned something about reviewing aspects of the game to correct them later.”

Logan just held up his hands in mock surrender and grinned at Zack. “See?”

Zachary just shook his head, rich people and their problems, he assumed.

“Can you… come and check if the settings are right?” Grace asked, and both boys could see how much she was struggling to ask for help. “Computers are more my style and I never had to use a digital camera before.”

“Uhn…, sure, of course,” Zack stood up again and walked over to the camera, studying the settings she had picked as she just observed.

“Like I said, I’ve never done this sort of thing,” she added.

“Hmm, it looks good, I’ll just make some changes to color settings, so it works better for outdoor stuff,” he explained, briefly turning to her and marveling at how good her plump lips looked. Juicy lips, if that was a thing. Damn…

“Oh…, makes sense,” she nodded, peering at the settings he talked about. “Thanks.”

Her sort of emotionless tone took him by surprise, just as when she had gone on a rant minutes before.

At that moment, the girls began emerging from the locker room, wearing their practice uniform of light-blue jerseys and shorts, as the coach left his office. Logan kept an eye on Miles Lincoln, and didn't miss the quick look he exchanged with Kaylani Sullivan.

Hmmm…

“Alright, girls,” Miles gruffly clapped his hands as they stepped into the field. “Just our usual warm-up today, and then we can get on with practice!”

The girls nodded and began scattering through the field, with some of them quickly making their way over to Grace and the boys. Logan wanted to kick himself in the head for completely forgetting that Lisa was a part of the soccer team, his blue gaze finding her brown one as she happily waved at him. Memories from the previous night filled his mind as he waved back with a smile.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Paris teased as she approached him with Bonnie Schmidt. “You sealed the deal, huh?”

“It’s not like that, Par,” he chuckled as the girls started doing a stretch routine. “We just danced, that’s all.”

“Still, it’s a big event for a soccer girl,” Bonnie commented, her adorable twin braids hanging over her shoulders. “It’s not that often we’re in the spotlight.”

“Alright, assume I believe this dance didn’t happen in your bed,” Paris laughed before her face took on a more serious expression. “You know, in a way I’m kinda glad you were assigned to us today. Did you watch Coach Lincoln?”

“Not much, he marched straight to his office after telling me what he wanted done,” Logan explained with a sigh. “I gotta say, Paris, I’m still on the fence about all this.”

“I’ll see if I can get you some help, don’t worry,” the Ravers girl reassured her cousin, not for the first time since she asked for his help with the whole ‘Coach Lincoln Seducing the Shy Goalkeeper’ case.

Meanwhile, Zack was still fiddling with the settings on the camera, under Grace’s watchful gaze, when one of the soccer players walked up to them.

“Hey, Zack,” the athletic, yet kind of curvy, redhead cheerfully greeted her best friend. “They gave you to us, huh?”

Zachary chuckled. “Looks like it, Chlo,” he grinned at her, their blue eyes locking for a moment. “I’m just glad it’s only today. Logan there got it until Homecoming.”

“Serves him just right,” Grace mumbled.

“Ouch,” Chloe McRose giggled. She had been Zack’s best friend from childhood until he moved away from Sunset Haven. Keeping contact during his absent years, it was easy to continue the close friendship upon his return in the summer. “Well, I’m not surprised. With those rumors flying around and the BS post…,” she let the sentence trail, causing Grace to roll her eyes as she didn’t want to hear even small talk about her perceived nemesis.

“Did you know he’s my cousin? Very distant cousin, but still,” Zack shrugged and let out a chuckle.

“Alright! Thanks, Bishop, but I can take it from here,” Grace interrupted as she got fed up with the subject of the conversation. “If I happen to have any more questions, I’ll ask.”

Stunned at the rudeness, Zack just exchanged a glance with Chloe and the two friends walked a few feet away from the grumpy blonde for Chloe to finally start her stretching routine while they chatted. Chloe was glad for his presence there, as it would make the most boring part of practice in her opinion a bit more bearable.

Back by the bleachers, Paris and Bonnie had gone away to chat with Grace, which was the cue for Lisa to saunter toward Logan. She had her black hair in a ponytail, and her legs looked fantastic in her practice shorts, he thought as she came to him. He smiled, recalling how those legs looked on each side of his head the night before as he ate out her delicious cunt.

“Aww, how nice of you to come watch us practice,” she teased, stretching a leg as she crouched and began her routine.

“Well, this is my community service to the school starting,” Logan clarified with a Ravers smirk in full ****. “Of course, the views are nothing short of breathtaking.”

She let out a melodic laugh, giving him a diagonal view of her round butt as she continued her warm-up. “Oh, all the views, huh?”

He raised a teasing eyebrow. “You can’t expect me to consider those cheeks and that lovely swell at your chest just one view, Lis.”

The Latina returned his smirk with a mischievous grin of her own. “Nice save, rich boy,” she felt the faint blush heating up her cheeks, the echoes of last night still making her own body tingle all over. Sucking his massive cock, his tongue up her pussy…, focusing on her routine was all she could do not to start gushing in her uniform.

Neither of them noticed how Grace scowled at the blatant flirting, but it wasn’t meant to last, though.

“Hey, Rivera! Quit fooling around and come here!” Coach Lincoln called out sternly.

“Yes, Coach!” Lisa briefly turned her head back to respond before facing Logan again for a moment, smiling at the boy. “Well, see you around!”

Logan gave her a quick wave and watched that juicy ass filling up her shorts as she walked away. He at least had a reason to dislike Miles Lincoln a lot now.

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Later in the day, evening had fallen upon Ravers Manor and Logan was in his room, absentmindedly scratching Orion’s ears as he browsed the internet on his phone, when a notification appeared at the top of his screen. BS News, he noticed, and wondered which one of his classmates had been the target of gossip this time.

”Sources can safely report Leo was seen strolling on greener pastures and vied to satiate his thirst on the local Riverbank. Is the so-called King of the Jungle trying to expand his territory or is this just Totally BS?”

“Fuck my life…,” the Ravers boy groaned as he tossed the phone toward the foot of his bed, causing Orion to lift his head up in curiosity.