Page 52 of Oblivious Roommate

“I was far too young to be making that decision anyway, but we had something growing here, and then he moves in, and I feel like there’s three of us in this relationship! So yeah, I didn’t even know where I stood anymore.”

Did his voice just tremble? Oh, no… I’m feeling sorry for Logan. Again.

“You could have actually talked to me instead of pulling back.”

“I didn’t want you to get angry. I really care about you, Cass.”

I freeze, waiting for my best friend’s response, but when it comes, it brings me no satisfaction.

“You have an odd way of showing it. We always had lots of fun, but I never felt like I was in any way special to you. Maybe you settled on being with me because we actually had things other than sex in common?”

“I did not settle!”

“I was so damn enamored when we met that I’d do anything to keep you with me. That is why I agreed to this open relationship in the first place, but knowing that you keep running off to fuck other people doesn’t make me feel close to you.”

“If you didn’t want an open relationship, you should have said so!”

“And risk losing you?” Cass asks.

“Yes! Show me that I’m worth claiming. I guess I wasn’t.”

“So you proposed an open relationship, secretly hoping I’d disagree? That’s fucked up, Logan!”

“Maybe it is! Sue me! I wanted someone to fight for me for once—”

When his voice breaks again, I want to bury myself under the carpet because I shouldn’t be hearing this. All this time, I’ve had a vision of Logan being the cool guy, the guy who doesn’t care, fucks around, and causes my Cass grief, but it looks like I had it all wrong. At least I’m finally able to admit to myself that I am, in fact, jealous.

“This isn’t fair. You can’t put that weight on me.”

“No, it’s not fair. Neither is chasing after some masked dude you kissed on Halloween like a lovestruck teenager. You think that didn’t hurt my feelings?”

“We weren’t exclusive—”

“It’s one thing to hook up and another to dedicate so much attention to finding some rando. That’s when I knew you pulled away from me.” As I retreat toward my bedroom, I hear Logan taking a deep breath. “I came back from home hoping we could mend things. But I feel that’s a lost cause now. You don’t trust me.”

I sneak into my room, trying not to breathe at all.

“It’s not like that…” Cass tries.

“You sent Matt snooping into my house! We are done. Now he can have you all to himself for whatever it is that you’d rather do with him instead of hanging out with your actual boyfriend.”

“I did not send him. He went there on his own!”

Logan lets out a bitter laugh. “Of course he did. Doesn’t matter anymore. I’m going. This was… enlightening.”

Quick steps follow. In panic, I launch myself into my closet, which would be funny and ironic if I had time to acknowledge such things. I hope Logan passes my door without noticing I’m in there. I don’t want to be punched in the face, nor be forced into an awkward conversation and forced apology.

But Logan heads straight into the living room, and as I push myself deeper between my clothes, bowing my head when it hits the rail, I hear Cass’s footsteps trail behind him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want things to end this way. Maybe we can talk about what happened in a few weeks.”

“Maybe,” Logan mutters, and the sound of him zipping up his jacket is the only one that follows.

Moments later, the door shuts with a sound of finality.

I got what I wanted, so why am I not happy?

Maybe because my efforts to unveil Logan’s darker side revealed that he is in fact human, not a walking, breathing handsome robot who took away my Cass?