I pursed my lips. “What exactly did he tell you?” I highly doubted Logan would act this chill if he knew the whole story, but then again, he was quite possibly hammered.
“He said you were going to be starting Monday, that you were going to help prep the space, do some outreach and publicity.”
“Yeah, about that.”
A bang sounded on the door through the phone. “Lo-gan,” a girl sang out. “Are you hiding?”
Match to fuse, take two. “We can talk about this later,” I snapped.
“What? Wait?—”
“This is a bad time. You’re mid—whatever. I’ll figure it out.”
“Crystal, hang on?—”
“It’s fine,” I lied. “Talk later.”
“Crys—”
I hung up.
I thunked the phone into the cradle and scrubbed my face with my hands. Tash gave me a disapproving look, but before she could start in on her sure-to-be rousing speech, the phone rang.
She snatched it up. “Hello?” Her eyes grew wide, and I tried to listen in, but she darted out of my reach, stretching the phone cord around the kitchen wall. “Wait, how did you get this number?” She grinned, mouthing “He called *69!” Then said, “This is Tash. Crystal called from my place.”
“Tash!” I hissed.
She curled further into herself, blocking me by crushing the phone between her face and the wall. “Right, so you’ll go like you’re coming onto campus, stay on the main drive and take a right on Bailey.” Tash nodded, giving me a stiff arm. “Yep, follow that up, then through the little roundabout?—”
“Tash!” It was more of a command this time, because she was giving out directions to my house.
“It’s the blue fourplex?—”
I successfully snagged the cord and pulled, yanking the receiver from her grasp. We scrabbled for it on the floor, and by the time I got it close to my ear, I heard, “Think I lost you. Alright, thanks!”
The line went dead.
I reeled on her, the lower half of our bodies still tangled together. “You gave Logan directions?”
She couldn’t even pretend to keep the look of sheer, diabolical gratification off her face. “You'd better get home. He’s coming over.”
Chapter
Seven
Logan knocked twicebefore I could rush to the door. Jenna and Lindsey were both in the kitchen, and I didn’t know how I was going to get out of this situation unscathed. They would recognize him immediately, considering his face had been all over the school paper since the semester started.
I cracked the door, and the cold slid past my ankles.
“Who’s that?” Jenna called out.
“No one!” I snapped back.
He stood there, hair damp with snow melt, holding two Tim’s coffees like a peace offering. The storm had indeed rolled in, a little later than expected.
“What are you doing here?” I hissed. “Weren’t you hosting a party?”
Logan shrugged. “It was at my house, but I wasn’t really the host.”
