The venom in his words confirmed he was in no better a place with our friendship than I was.
“You know my little legs struggle with your gargantuan of a truck, asshole.” I was sure my response didn’t help. After throwing my bag into the seat above me, I reached for the armrest on the door to help pull me up.
“And why must you call me that to only ridicule my short stature?” My words were breathy as I finally made it into the cab and settled into my seat. “It’s not nice.”
He put the truck into reverse as I hurried to buckle my belt. He snickered as he twisted around to look out the back of the truck, his eyes glancing at me as he did.
“Oh, that’s not it, Tink. It’s really not about your height. It has everything to do with your bitchiness.”
I never understood the saying “my chin hit the floor.” Yet after his comment, I completely did. My mouth dropped open and I, possibly for the first time ever, was at a loss for words. Spinning in my seat, I checked for the reaction of my two roommates behind me. Macie feigned ignorance as she scrolled on her phone. But Becca stared right back at me, challenging me. She either waited to see how I would respond or actually agreed with him.
Traitor. Why was she now my warden?
Feeling defeated, and alone, I sat back in my seat and kept quiet. Which was not the norm for me. I’d have a talk with Macie about this later, for sure. Regarding Becca, I’d have to decide how to move forward with her. She was his friend before mine. Her allegiance was definitely in Logan’s court.
I was left wondering if I’d made a huge mistake agreeing to this arrangement.
“We’re meeting up with Lanie and Xander before class,” Becca said. Her words were calculated. Selective. Spoken carefully.
Turning to look at her again, her eyes went wide as her chin lifted in Logan’s direction. A warning.
My attention turned toward the behemoth next to me. His eyes were now focused on the road, yet there was something about his demeanor. His white knuckles gripped the wheel, and I realized his sarcasm toward me ceased.
“Would you like to come?” Becca asked. “I’m assuming you’ve got time since you and Logan have the same class to getto. Might be nice for us to see each other, all together. Ty’ll be there, too.”
That made Logan uncomfortable. His menacing gaze went to the rearview mirror aimed directly at Becca, his laser eyes trying to say the words he didn’t want to speak.
I understood. He was going to see the girl he wronged. The girl he apparently used to have feelings for and touched inappropriately. And her boyfriend.
Of course he was nervous. Anyone would be.
But he was doing it. He planned on seeing them.
And that took balls.
And hell yeah, I wanted to see that.
“Sure, got nowhere else to be since we’re getting here so early.”
Our student unionwas a very beautiful building. It had multiple levels, but somehow the engineers managed to allow light to flow from the ceiling windows to every floor. On a cold, windy winter day like today, it made it a bit more bearable to see the sun shining even once indoors.
As the four of us traipsed through the first floor, every eye turned to look.
Every female eye, that was.
Every girl stopped what they were doing and stared at Logan as we searched for our friends. It was like a scene from a movie, yet he was completely oblivious. At least it seemed that way.
Macie, on the other hand, was not.
“Quite the phenomenon, huh?” she whispered in my ear. Her eyes scanned the room as the females continued to gawk. “Imean, sometimes I wish he wasn’t our roommate. Like, so he would be fair game, ya know?”
Christ, it was like she was inside my head sometimes.
“Yeah, but they don’t know him like we do,” I retorted. Except my response was not a whisper. Logan turned and looked right at me. But I didn’t care.
“Ava,” Macie started as we took a group of seats that were empty. “Why are you not giving him a chance? He’s really nice once you get to know him.”
I snorted. Actually snorted at her comment.
