Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

“How’s it going down there?” he asks, peering over the side at morning practice. “It’s going. You know—same old.” I glance down, unable to help the way my eyes immediately zero in on Logan just as he takes a shot that Felix blocks. I can’t hear words from way up here, but based on body language, a couple of the guys skate by and make cracks to Logan. I smile. Welcome to the Appies, Wolverine. Getting razzed—which is probably way too innocent a term for the kinds of foul insults these guys hurl at each other—is just a part of being included on a team. They’re giving Logan a hockey-style welcome. In no time, he’ll be fully assimilated. And insulted. Same thing. Unless … Logan refuses to really be part of the team, keeping them all at a distance. My brother confessed a few years ago that he wasn’t all that surprised when Logan ghosted him. “I’m not sure I ever knew him. Like, we hung out. It was comfortable,” Brandon once told me. “It’s not like we didn’t talk. But Logan never went deep, and sometimes he would disappear.” I frown as Logan shoves Nathan, who is inarguably the last guy you want to shove. It takes Tucker and Dumbo and Coach to separate the two of them. Not the best showing. I stop filming and delete the video I was taking. Javi makes a disapproving sound, and I can’t blame him. “Come on, Logan,” I mutter, willing him with the force of my mind to be better. I know he’s probably changed in the years since I’ve seen him, but I still know him. I do. Our talk in my o...