Amelie’s POV

“Lumberjack?” I turned to Logan.

“Yeah, that’s my nickname,” Logan said, running his hand through his hair.

“I realize that, but why?” I asked.

“Well, it started as Log, short for Logan. Then it turned into Wood, but I once slashed someone, and they said I was chopping wood. So now I’m Lumberjack,” Logan explained.

“Makes sense,” I giggled.

The door to Logan’s swung open, and there, standing in the hall, was an endless sea of teenagers. Ugh…teenage ...