Текст книги "More Than Her"

Автор книги: Jay McLean

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TWENTY TWO

Logan

We'd only been home for a few minutes before there was a knock on the door.

She froze mid movement. I watched her closely. "Ty," she breathed out, before practically running out of my room.

This guy must be a god of some sort, judging by her reaction. Or ridiculously good in bed. I swallowed down the vomit that'd formed in my throat. The mental image of her being boned by some other guy was literally making me sick. Slowly, and attempted casually, I walked to the door so I could meet this asshole. She had her arms around his neck, his arms around her waist, lifting her off the floor. She was crying, but it wasn't the sad, fucked up, tears that I cause. They were happy tears.

He looked up when I walked into his vision. He placed her back on the floor, before taking the few steps to reach me.

"Oh," Amanda spoke, "sorry, this is, uh..." she trailed off.

"I'm Tyson," he spoke for her, hand out waiting. "Her ex. She's so damn awkward about it."

I shook his hand. "Logan."

His eyes widened and his body tensed. It was a small movement, and if I wasn’t glaring at him, I wouldn't have noticed at all.

He looked back at Amanda, then me again. "Huh," he said, as if something had just dawned on him. He faces her. "Dinner? We got a lot to catch up on."

She nodded

***

I called Dylan to help assemble all the shit Amanda bought. He was with Cam at the time, so they both came over. Lucy called Cam to hang out at Jake and Micky's, but he told her he was busy so everyone ended up coming here.

Amanda was having dinner with Ty, so I left all the smaller shit for her to do.

I was pissed that she was with him, instead of me, but I couldn't do shit about it. I told her I'd leave it alone, so I was trying. She only just left and already I was looking forward to seeing her again—to having her all to myself.

***

With four guys assembling, it only took an hour until everything was built.

"Shit," Cam said, "It looks just like your-"

"Pool house," I finished for him, taking a looked around the room.

She remembered.

***

"Dude," Dylan said to Cam, who'd just taken his cap off and was now shaking his head wildly. "You need to get a hair cut."

"Yeah," Jake agreed, "you look like that kid from One Direction."

We all looked at Jake before bursting out laughing.

We were all in the backyard, having a quiet night in.

"Which one?" Heidi asked, giggling.

Jakes shrugged and sat up, "I don't know their names," he spat, defensively.

We laughed harder.

"What!" he huffed. "Julie's going through a phase. Shut up!"

We kept laughing.

"I can't get a haircut," Cam said, interrupting the laughter. "Lucy won't let me."

"What!" Dylan practically yelled, the same time I spat out my beer. Cam was seriously the most whipped of all of them.

I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. "Sorry, Cameron, you're going to have to repeat that. I couldn't hear you over the sound of your throbbing vagina."

Jake threw his head back, his body shaking with his laugh. Dylan and I bumped fists while Heidi snorted, which made her giggle harder.

"You assholes laugh it up," Cam said, pointing a finger at me. "Luce likes something to hold on to when I go down-"

"OH MY GOD!" Lucy yelled, the same time Heidi squealed.

We were all in fits of laughter when the back door opened and Amanda walked out, sans Ty. Thank fuck.

"You've been at work?" Micky asked her.

Amanda brought a chair from inside and placed it next to me before taking a seat. She faced Micky. "No. Just out for dinner. Um, Ty's in town." she said. There was no hint of any emotion in her tone. Not happy, not excited. She was just stating facts.

"Ty's here?" Micky perked up. Jake sat up a little straighter.

Amanda grinned. "Yeah, just visiting for a couple of days."

"Oh really?" Micky crooned. "I want to say hi to him."

Amanda gripped the side of her chair, leaning forward and rubbing her cheek on her shoulder, "He just went to catch up with some friends quickly, but he should be back soon. Hopefully you'll catch him."

"Oh my God," Micky gasped, facing Lucy. "Remember when I told you about that guy from my school that sang ‘Hey There Delilah’ by the Plain White T's at his graduation?"

I glanced at Amanda. It's her ring tone.

Lucy's brows furrowed, thinking, then, "Yeah, what about it?"

Micky's eyebrows rose and her head jerked towards Amanda.

"No way!" Lucy's eyes went wide.

Amanda chuckled a little, and then nodded her head slowly.

"Wait." Lucy sat up. Looking from Amanda to Micky and then back again. "That musician with the Juilliard scholarship? That's Ty? That's your ex?"

Juilliard? Really? How much do I not know about her?

Amanda laughed a little. "Yeah, that's him," she stated proudly.

Great.

Heidi piped up, "What am I missing? Who did what now?"

Cam held his hand to his heart, batted his eyelashes dramatically, and said in a high pitched voice, "Oh my gaaahhd. He's so dreamy. Mother fucking swooooooo-" He got cut off when Lucy back handed him in the stomach.

We laughed.

"So." Micky started, while Jake rolled his eyes. "Ty's two years older than us, right?" She looked to Amanda for confirmation. She nodded. Micky continued, "At his graduation ceremony, he convinced the committee to let him perform, in front of everybody. He sang Hey There Delilah, just him and his guitar, on stage, but changed it to Hey There Amanda." Her smile widened, " I swear to God, every girl there cried. And it was all out ugly cries. Everyone was so jealous of her."

"No way." Heidi shook her head slowly, looking at Amanda.

"True story," Amanda nodded, smiling back.

"Oh!" Micky yelled at Heidi. "It's on YouTube. Look it up. Look up Tyson Landry graduation." Then she sat back in her chair with a wistful look on her face.

Jake eyed her. "Are you done?" he ground out.

She pulled his cap down over his eyes and kissed his cheek before mumbling, "Shut up, idiot."

So Ty was a big deal at their school.

So what?

So he was fucking amazing.

So fucking what?

I decided that tonight was the perfect night to get a little wasted. It had nothing to do with the fact that her ex was in town. And that apparently he could make a bunch of grown ass woman turn into gushing pre-teen fan girls.

Seriously.

Not related.

At all.

The next ten minutes consisted of everyone loving the shit out of some guy no one had ever met.

Whatever, not a big deal.

Until said guy actually showed up.

Then I decided that tonight was a perfect night to get completely wasted.

He walked out from the back door and paused for a beat when he saw everyone, then casually introduced himself. Micky got up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting back next to Jake, who instantly put his arms around her shoulders. He was crazy if he thought Micky even looked at other guys. Ever.

Ty did a little spin, I guess looking for somewhere to sit. Cameron got off the bench he was on and walked to Lucy, who stood up and gave him her seat, before sitting back down on his lap.

Ty sat down the same time as Amanda stood. I watched as she walked away from me and sat on the bench next to him. He stretched his arms out, resting his hands on the bench behind him, enough so that one arm is behind Amanda. He leaned in close and whispered something in her ear. A slow smile overtook her face.

Jake broke the silence. "So, how do you know Kayla? I mean," he looked to Micky, "you and Amanda weren't really friends back then were you?"

Micky's expression changed, just slightly, before she recovered. "Uh, James and Ty played ball together. I think Ty's last year, James made Varsity, right?"

Ty nodded. He could probably sense that Jake didn't need to know any more.

"Anyway," Cam tried to ease the awkwardness. "The girls were just gushing about your performance at your graduation."

Ty's face lit up, and then he looked at Amanda and nudged her side. "Oh yeah, remember that? It was good times, huh?"

She nodded, "Yeah. You made me cry like a frickin baby."

"So worth it though." And then they stared at each other for what felt like a lifetime. I swear I think he was going to kiss her. My fists clenched at the thought, but eventually she looked away.

She was the first to look away.

That has to mean something.

I don't know how much time passed, with me in my buzzed state, before I saw him whisper something to her, she nodded before they both walked past me and into the house.

Lucy got off Cam's lap and sat on the abandoned chair next to me. "You okay, babe?"

"Nope."

***

Everyone left soon after and Amanda came to my room to finish whatever final touches she wanted to do. Ty was settled for the night, in her room. I'm assuming the floor, because I don't think I could handle anything else.

"Do you like it?" she asked, sitting on the bed next to me.

I looked around the room and adjusted us so my arm was around her waist.

It's perfect.

Perfectly me.

"Holy shit, Amanda. This is awesome." I faced her.

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh. I love it."

"I tried to make it like your pool house, you know?"

I nodded.

"So you really like it?" she waited expectantly for my answer.

I faced her. "I love it, Amanda. Really."

"Good." She smiled.

I finally tore my eyes off hers and looked around the room. "So you're really good at this—the design stuff. You don't want to study that? Make that your career?"

She looked down, "No. I mean, I love doing it. And I think I'm good at it. But it's just having a good eye. It doesn't take a miracle to do it. But—"

"But babies," I interrupted her, "babies are miracles."

Her jaw dropped, as her eyes widened.

"You remember?" she breathed out.

I took her hands in mine.

"I remember everything about that night, Amanda. I told you. Everything."

***

Two hours later and the house was finally quiet. I'd been lying in bed, wide-awake, waiting for the talking and giggling from her room to stop. Now, it was dead silent and I don't know which one I'd prefer. My fucking imagination was driving me crazy. All I could think about is if people could fuck in silence.

I was about to get out of bed, just to focus on something else, when the bedroom door opened. She stood in the doorway, in her oversized jersey, looking unsure of herself. I couldn't help the grin that took over my face.

She chose me.

Amanda

He smiled when he saw me. Without saying a word, he lifted the covers and waited for me to get in. Once I was, his arms were instantly around me, holding me closer to him. His warmth surrounded me, my back to his front. His hand on my waist gripped me tighter. He moved my hair away from his face and kissed my neck a few times. Then he pulled back, "Huh," I hear him say.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit, what?"

His hand moved from my waist and flicked the name on the back of my jersey. "Who's this Marquez kid? It's not Ty's."

I tried to contain my laugh. "Why?"

"Because I kind of want to punch him."

I let out a snort, and looked over my shoulder at him. He was leaning on his elbow, his head resting on his hand. I turned to face him. I couldn't hide the smirk that'd developed.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

I rubbed my face on his chest. He placed his hand on the small of my back and brought me to him. I could feel him through his boxers. “So?" he asked.

"So what? Are you jealous?"

"Quit being cute, you know I'm jealous. I'm in bed with you while you're wearing some other assholes jersey."

I laughed.

"What?" he repeated.

"What are you going to do to this Marquez kid when you see him?"

"Punch him."

I laughed again.

"What's so funny?"

"You'll be punching my brother. That would be awkward."

"What?"

"This is Ethan's. I just wear them because they're comfortable to sleep in."

"What?" His brows bunch together. "How did I not know what your last name was?"

"I guess it was more important for you to get in my pants." I block my chuckle with his chest.

"Me?" he almost shouts. "What about you?" he continues, "You basically ripped my shirt off me that night."

I laughed, harder this time, and so did he.

"Are you complaining?"

"Not at all, babe. Not one bit."

Then I moved up so my entire body covered his, our parts against each other. My hands came up to his face, my fingers tracing his dimples. "I love these," I whisper.

He leaned up and kisses me quickly.

"Fuck, I'm so glad-" he said, the same times I say, "Shit, I missed you like crazy today."

My eyes widened the second the words were out of my mouth. I moaned into his chest, annoyed that I let the words slip.

His hand went into my hair, gently pulling until I was face to face with him.

"What did you say?" He was trying to contain a smirk.

"Nothing. I shouldn't have said it."

His smirk turned into confusion. "What? Why?"

"I don't know. “My eyes cast downwards. "I mean, you don't think it's too soon to be saying stuff like that?"

He kissed me again, longer this time.

"Maybe," he said, smiling. "But not for me, too soon, I mean. And even if it is, who gives a shit."

Logan

She wasn’t in my bed when I woke up the next morning. It's the ass crack of dawn, which meant she must've snuck out at some point in the middle of the night. I texted her and let her know that I was out for the day. Even though I told her I was free, I did actually have classes. I'd rather have spent the day with her. Too bad ex assholes get in the way.

I'd organized with Jake yesterday for early practice this morning to get me ready for game day. It was still two weeks away, but I should be prepared.

***

It was late afternoon by the time I got home and I was dead tired. No one was here when I got in so I napped for a few hours.

I got woken up by a rustling sound coming from somewhere in my room. I slowly opened my eyes and saw her sitting at my new desk, her hands working away at something. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

'Don't look," she said, never looking up from her task. "It's nearly done. Just wait."

I didn't bother replying.

"Okay," she said, standing and walking over to me. She had her hands behind her back, hiding whatever she was holding.

I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, my feet hitting the floor with a thud. Her eyes widened when she saw I just wearing boxers. I'll never, ever, get sick of her reaction to my body. Ever.

"I got you something really lame, are you ready?" she laughed.

I chuckled, placing my palms flat on the back of her thighs and bringing her between my legs.

"But first..." she raised an eyebrow, "...you need to put a shirt on."

I shook my head no.

"Fine," she exaggerated, then brought her hand forward and gave me something wrapped in newspaper.

I ripped it open. It was John Mayer's Room For Squares album on vinyl. "Holy shit!" My eyes rose to meet hers.

"You like it?" she asked excited.

"I love it. But when? I mean how? What?" I can't seem to form a clear sentence.

She laughed. I just watched her, shaking my head. And I did the only thing I can think of to thank her. I kissed her.

Her body melted into mine. She moaned, as the kissed got deeper. We took each other in, drowning in each other.

"Oh God," she said into my mouth, pushing me down until we were lying down, her body on top of mine. She was straddling me, her hips jerking forward, her heat rubbing on my already hard dick. She's grinding harder and harder into me, and if she kept going, I wouldn’t be able to stop. My right hand went under her shorts, grabbing her ass and encouraging her to keep going. To keep moving. The other hand was in her hair, bringing her closer to me.

God I wanted her.

She pulled her mouth away and moved to my neck. She started to kiss me, but soon the kisses turned to licks, and then sucks. Hard sucks. My legs jerked at the attention she was giving me. Both my hands hold her ass, pulling her shorts lower and lower off her hips. She kept moving on me, her body taking up a rhythm.

She sucked harder again.

"Are you trying to mark me?" I asked, only half joking.

"Yes," she said, the word muffled by my neck.

"Seriously?"

She laughed, "Yep."

"What?" I chuckled, "Why?"

"Because bitches need to know you're mine," she deadpanned.

My dick twitched in response.

I think she knew it too because she started kissing lower, down to chest. I honestly had no fucking idea why it was such a turn on—for her to claim me—but it is.

She sat up and took her shirt off, her black lace bra barely containing her stiff nipples.

"Fuck," I breathed out, before flipping us over until I was on top. I started to kiss the spot just above her bra; my hand went into her shorts.

"Shit," she gasped, grabbing it before I reached where I so badly needed to touch. I looked up at her. Her eyes were half hooded, her chest rose and fell, her mouth slightly open, her ragged breaths caused her lips to tremble. I tried to release my hand from her grip so I could continue. "No, Logan, I have to go to work soon."

I grunted.

Grunted.

My head fell to her stomach. "I'll be quick." I was desperate.

She giggled. "Wow," she said sarcastically, "how can I resist when you say it like that, asshat."

I laughed and moved off her, coming to a stand. I wasn't going any further if we couldn't go all the way.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and pressed a few buttons while I watched her Expression turn to confusion.

Then the familiar sound of a guitar filled the room, before John Mayer’s voice joined in.

She threw her head back with laughter. I climbed onto the bed and crawled up next to her. She grabbed my face in her hands and raised her eyebrows. "Your body is a wonderland? Really?"

"Uh-huh." I nod, turning my head to kiss her wrist. "You're totally about to get layooked," I joked.

Amanda

Stupid work. Stupid money. Stupid Customers. Stupid food. Stupid drinks. Stupid bar.

I could be at home right now getting layooked by Logan Matthews.

TWENTY THREE

Logan

Ethan drove her to work. I offered but he said he was on his way there anyway. I left my room to get a drink when I saw Ty sitting on the sofa. I'd kind of forgotten that he was here.

"Hey." I tried to make small talk. "When are you heading home?"

"Tonight, actually. My buddy is picking me up in an hour or so."

I nodded, and then just stood there awkwardly.

"Actually," he pointed the controller to the TV and switched it off, "I'm glad you're here. I kind of wanted to talk to you, without Amanda, you know?"

Fucking awesome. I looked forward to this conversation. "I don't think we need to talk about shit." I started walking away.

"You need to quit being an asshole. It's about Amanda," he said. And it was enough to stop me in my tracks and turn to face him.

"What about her?" My eyes narrowed at him.

He motioned for me to sit opposite him. I tried to resist, just to be an asshole, and to show him that he has no control over what I did. But he just waited.

And waited.

So I finally gave in, and made a show of how inconvenient it was for me to sit my ass down on a chair. Because I'm eight years old, and this is clearly a form of punishment.

He rolled his eyes at me.

Valid.

"So, she didn't tell you about me, huh?" He got comfortable.

I shook my head. I didn’t know what the protocol should be for current whatever-the-hell-I-am to ex boyfriend conversation. It was awkward as fuck, and the fact that we were alone didn't help.

"Did she tell you about what happened two summers ago?"

Instantly my eyes snapped to his. I was paying full attention. I wasn't sure if this was about me, or if he even knew about that. But he had this look on his face, like he was ready for a fight. And I didn't want to have it. Not with him.

"You know Dimmy and I, we dated for years." He said this looking straight at me.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. We started dating six months before I went off to college. She was a sophomore. I mean, when I went after her, I really didn't know that anything would come of it, you know? I didn't expect that I'd be going through college still with her. The six months before I left were intense. We fell in love so quick. And it wasn't just that first love bullshit people speak of. It was that real love. The 'one day I'll marry you', kind of love."

"Yeah?" I called bullshit on this asshole. Whatever he was trying to do here—this intimidation shit he was trying to pull—it wasn't going to work. At all. "If that's true then what the fuck happened?" I knew I sounded pissed, but I thought I had every right to be.

"She broke up with me."

"Huh." I tried not to sound like a smart ass. Really, I did.

"Yeah." He nodded. His eyes narrowed at me. "See, the thing is—we talked about my move to college before I left. And we had this stupid agreement, that we could kind of see other people while I was away. I think she was scared that college would be too tempting for me. And the truth is—it was. At the beginning, anyway. I made out with a few girls, but it was all physical. None of it meant anything. And the minute it was over I called her. I fucked up. Made a mistake. And Dimmy—being Dimmy—she just shrugged it off. Said she understood, that it made her sad, but she agreed to it, so what could she do? That's the thing about Dimmy, she's just that fucking perfect."

I shook my head and laughed once. "What are you trying to say? That you want her back? You want to have it out to see who she wants? Is that it?"

"No asshole. Not even close."

"Then what? What's your problem?"

"My problem is that she called me that summer." He was the one pissed now, speaking through clenched teeth. "Five o'clock in the fucking morning, to break up with me. Said she'd just gotten home from an actual date with some jerk. She said she could see herself being happy with him. That this guy made her feel things she never felt before—not even with me. It broke my fucking heart. But what could I do? We were states away. And she sounded happy. If she wanted to be happy with some other asshole then who the fuck was I to stand in her way?"

I stayed silent, looking at the floor, shocked by what he was telling me. That she broke up with her boyfriend of what? Two, three, years? To be with me. And I fucked it up.

"So I let her go," he continued. I didn't to stop him. Whatever he had coming, I deserved it. "I let her fucking go, this girl I wanted to be with forever. And you know what the worst thing is, Logan?" He spat out my name. "The worst thing is that she called me back a few weeks later, crying her eyes out, begging me to take her back. And I wanted to. I so badly wanted to. But I couldn't. And you know why?"

I swallowed. "Wh-" My voice cracked. I cleared my throat. "Why?" I said again.

"Because I made a mistake, I fooled around with girls. I gave them my body. A physical act. But that's all it was. Just physical. Dimmy though, she wanted more. She gave a part of herself to someone else. She was willing to give her mind, and her heart to this jerk. She wanted to actually live a life without me and be with someone else. And as much as I wish I could've forgiven her—or at least tried to understand it—I just couldn't."

It was silent for a long moment while I took in every single fucking thing he said.

"Apparently the kid never called her back after that night. It's strange though..." He's using that same knowing, mocking tone as before. "She swears she never slept with him. So I don't get it. I don't get what the deal was. He didn't use her for sex, so what the hell happened?"

I kept my mouth shut.

He sighed.

I looked up at him. "That's it?" I wanted to get the fuck out of this room.

He stared back, holding my gaze for what felt like a lifetime.

"That's not even close to being it."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

He stood and started pacing the floor.

Now I was edgy and I wanted this conversation done. "What else?"

An hour passed while he told me in detail, everything that happened that summer.

All of it.

"So what happened?" I finally got out. I couldn't look at him. Because if he saw me, he'd know. He'd know it was all my fucking fault.

"To what?"

"To that asshole?" I could feel the vomit creep up my throat. I swallowed it down.

"Ethan and his friend took care of him."

"How?"

"Not important," he deadpanned.

"Fuck," I breathed out.

"Yeah. Fuck." He eyed me for a long time, deciding what to say next. Then finally, "Ethan doesn't know, Logan."

"What?"

"He doesn't know it was you. That you're the guy she broke up with me for. He doesn't know. And if he did, I don't know that you'd be standing here right now."

***

Ty left, and so did I. I called my buddy from the frat house. We used to party hard when we were freshman.

"I was wondering if you'd ever come back around," he said, when he pulled into the driveway. I got in and didn't say a word.

I just wanted to forget. I wanted to forget everything Ty just told me and I wanted to pretend like it never happened. I need to pretend like Amanda doesn't exist. I couldn't be with her and she sure as shit couldn't fall for me. Not now. Not ever. I wouldn't fucking let her.

"You wanna drink or smoke?" he asked.

"All of it," I told him.

Amanda

I got home from work just after midnight, but he wasn't home. I thought he would've texted to let me know he wouldn't be here, but I guess we're not really at that stage where we need to tell each other where we are at all times. I called him twice, but he didn't answer. I don't know whether to wait for him in my bed or his, so I just stayed in my room, missing the shit out of him.

At three a.m. I started to get worried. I called a couple more times, but still no answer.

At four a.m. I heard the front door open. I couldn't help but smile.

He truly has me.

I jumped out of bed and opened my door. He was stumbling down the hallway, clearly drunk.

"Hey, babe," I whispered, not wanting to wake Ethan. I chuckled to myself as he tried to take his sweater off, but his cap was in the way. I held onto his arm, trying to steady him. He continued to struggle with the sweater that was covering his head.

He pushed my hand away. "Get off!" he sneered, "I don't need your fucking help."

"Whoa," I took a step back, surprised. "Mean drunk much?"

"I'm not drunk, Amanda. I just don't need you in my space all the fucking time." He finally managed to take his sweater off, throwing his cap behind him and adjusting his shirt.

I just stood there, not knowing what to say.

He brushed past me and into his room. My legs followed of their own accord. "What's going on?" I asked cautiously from the doorway. "I tried calling you."

"Jesus Christ!" He threw his hands in the air. "Clingy much? You're not my fucking girlfriend," he spat out, slumping onto the bed. "You shouldn't be blowing up my phone when I'm out. It's fucking embarrassing."

I swallowed down the knot in my throat, my eyes stung from holding back tears. I squared my shoulders and tried to act stronger than I felt. "Did something happen?" I said quietly. Something must have happened for this switch in him.

"Yeah, Amanda." He said my name like it was a curse. "You happened. I don't need your shit. Not now. Not ever."

He looked at the floor, avoiding eye contact. He started to unlace his shoes. "Look at me." I ground out.

He laughed. His shoulders bounced with the movement. Then he lifted his head; there was fire in his eyes, but not the good kind. "You don't tell me what to do," he stated, standing and taking a step closer to me. "You don't control me. And I shouldn't fucking control you. What you do is on you. I don't control a fucking thing you do."

I frantically wiped the tears that were falling. "What the hell's gotten into you? Why are you being an asshole?!"

"I'm not being anything!" his tone got harsher with every word. "I'm not being an asshole," he repeated, a little softer this time. "I just am one. You should have known that when I didn't call you after that night."

My stomach dropped to the floor, and for a few moments, I forgot to breathe.

I stared at him wide-eyed. My head shook back and forth. I bit my lip to stop myself from breaking down. He couldn't see me like this. He couldn't win. Not again. Then shock and disappointment quickly turned to anger. "Why the fuck didn't you call me, huh?"

I stepped forward.

He stepped back.

"I'm not fucking doing this, Amanda." He was yelling. I knew for sure it was going to wake Ethan.

I continued shaking my head, angry with myself for letting him get to me again. I knew why he didn't call, but I wanted him to admit it. I wanted the words to come out of his mouth. "Was it a pity thing?"

I saw him flinch.

Asshole.

"I'm right, huh?" I tried to talk through my tears and my voice broke. "You thought it would be fun to fuck around with some loser girl, so you could tell all your friends that you went slumming?"

"What?" He took a step back, confusion on his face. But I didn't care. He needed to own up to it.

"It's true, isn't it?"

He didn't say a word. Just stood there. Hands in his pockets.

"Fuck you, Logan," I seethed.

I turned and walked away, but his words stopped me. "Too late," he announced. "Some other girl beat you to it."