“Nope. I definitely won’t be doing that,” he chuckles. “Aidan is hooking up with some girl in there.”
“Okaaay?” I draw out. “Logan, is there anywhere you can go where we can talk privately for a minute? I miss you,” I whisper.
I hate that he would rather party with his friends than talk to me for even a few minutes, but I will let it go for now because I desperately need the comfort of his voice.
“Sure, hold on.”
I can hear him cover the speaker and say something to someone, then a door opens and closes.
“I moved to the stairwell.”
“Logan are you okay? What’s going on?”
“I’m fine. How’s your mom?”
I don’t understand why he’s deflecting. We have always been honest with each other.
“She’s the same. Are you sure you’re, okay?” I ask, nervously chewing on my bottom lip. “Please talk to me.”
“You have enough going on. You don’t need to worry about me,” he mumbles.
“I do worry, though. Is everything okay at school? Are you ready for your exams?” He doesn’t sound like himself and it’s scaring me.
“Yeah, school’s fine.” He pauses and takes a big breath. “Listen, I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”
“Okay,” I say hesitantly.
The blankets fall to my waist as I push myself up into a sitting position.
“What are you thinking about?”
He clears his throat, then says, “I think we should end things.” His voice is so quiet, I’m sure I’ve misheard him.
“Pardon? We should end things. Like break up. Why? What’s going on?”
His words are like a slap across my face. My stomach clenches and my heart races as I repeat his words.
“I just don’t think we should be together anymore. You deserve a better person than me. You deserve so much more than I can give you.”
“I don’t understand. Did I do something? Oh my god, did you?” Tears run down my cheeks faster than I can wipe them away.
“Logan, did you cheat on me? Is that why you are breaking up with me?” I voice my biggest fear.
“No. No, I would never. It’s not you, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I just can’t do this anymore. I’m only going to end up hurting you.”
“You’re hurting menow,” I sob. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? You have been drinking.”
That must be the explanation. We can’t break up.
“I’ve only had a couple of beers, Hannah. I’ve known for a while.”
“A while? How long is a while?” This is insane.
“You will be home soon. I know we can work it out if we just talk.” I stumble out of bed and begin to pace the length of my room.
“I’m not coming back,” he whispers.
“I’m not coming back to Emerley,” he says again with more conviction.
