Then his father got better. Mindy Pfeiffer asked Logan to the Christmas Formal. Skyler Atkins asked me. Logan and I both said yes. We went with our dates, and I kissed Skyler afterwards, but I was thinking of Logan’s truck and wondering if Mindy was in it.
“Did you ever stop wondering who was in my truck?”
I stare at his hand on my leg. “I don’t have to wonder anymore. Everything is very, very certain now. Gigi will always be the girl in your truck.”
His thumb stills on my skin. “Mace…do you…”
“Let’s keep reading.”
The words come out shakily despite my best effort to sound strong and neutral. And I return to my diary.
Skyler and I have been dating off and on since. So have Mindy and Logan.
But I’m still wearing the ruby ring. It reminds me of Logan and of our night together.
And out of nowhere, just last month, Mama made me go on the pill. She said if she does nothing else right, she will not let her daughters end up barefoot and pregnant before they’re ready. “Not like me,” she added when I glared at her.
So, off we went to the gynecologist, and I endured the humiliation of the doctor asking me if I was sexually active and me having to say yes. Mama was out in the waiting room, but it was still way too close. I felt like she could take a tube of lipstick and stick it up to the wall and hear my entire conversation.
On the way home, Mama went on for about fifteen minutes about how sex is not as great as they make it out to be.
Finally, I turned away from my window and faced her. “Mama, thank you for the pill and for the talk, but that ship has sailed. Last fall.”
Mama’s mouth dropped open and she veered into a ditch.
While we were waiting for AAA to come get our car out, we stood next to each other in the hot sun.
“Was it that Jimmy from the Y?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“Was it Skyler from the Christmas Formal?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Then her eyes narrowed, and she took off her shades to look straight into my eyes. “Was it Logan?”
I’m not a good liar. I blinked. I looked away. I shrugged. But in the end, I looked back at her and nodded. She hugged me then and asked me if we were safe. Of course, I told her honestly. Then, she asked me if I’d do it again. Of course, I said again. Her eyes narrowed even more then, and she looked away this time. But then, she looked back.
“Good. Good that it was good, and good that it was Logan. He’s a good boy,” she finished.
I slam the diary shut and practically throw it into my purse. This had been a terrible idea. Logan and I always did prefer to keep things just between the two of us. And trapped in here with him…it feels very comfortable.
But that’s not the way things are anymore.
“That’s the end.” I stand up too quickly for my shaking legs and have to grab onto a prison bar for balance.
Chapter Sixteen
Logan
“Macey.” I stand up and face her.
That entry revved me up. Physically and emotionally. I work to tamp down my intensity as Macey shifts so I can see her face. Her eyes are bright and alive like always, but her expression is…different.
