Page 32 of Your Side of the Offense

I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts and Logan wanted to talk. He asked to walk me to my room, and I ended up saying yes. Then let him in for a drink.

He didn’t bother me with questions and was actually sweet with it. Just tried to cheer me up by asking about the pictures with my family and asking me about my Insta pictures of our trip in Italy and he laughed when I told him about my grandmother.

I felt better and forgot about them for an hour. Till he left for football practice.

But now I’m worried about what he thinks this is. He has stated his intentions and it’s clear he really does mean it when he says he wants to go on a date, but I don’t know how much I can give him. And he doesn’t even seem to mind. Fuck, I’m really confused.

But maybe I don’t have to overthink this, maybe we can be friends and he can help me get over them little by little.

Taking my phone from my bed, I shoot him a text.

Thanks for earlier.

I don’t know why I’m a little nervous. It’s not like I’m sending him mixed signals or anything, right? I’m just saying thanks. He understands what this is, and that it isn’t romantic. We are just friends. Friends text each other.

Right?

He probably won’t see it anyway. If they are finished with practice maybe he is busy. He’s a pretty popular guy. Which is something I am not particularly fond of.

When you attract the attention of the guy many girls and guys want, you tend to attract many unwanted attentions from those who hope you fall from ‘grace’ and ‘favor.’ It’s a toxic social cycle. Why I fucking hate hierarchies and organized movements. Sororities, societies, movements, they can all miss me.

A knock on my door ends my roaming thoughts and I go to open it. “You troublemaker,” Hazel greets me.

“What did I do?”

She throws her bag on my bed before going to the fridge.

“Seems like you are in the middle of a new feud on campus. Everybody is talking about it,” she says excitedly.

“Huh?”

“Your new beau and your old beaus,” she says cryptically,. Everybody and I’m so annoyed, I want her to spit it out.

“What happened?”

“Ooh, what didn’t happen?”

Worry coupled with annoyance claws at my insides. I seriously want to shake her right now for dancing around what she wants to say, but at the same time, I’m worried about what she might say.

“Hazel,” I say, voice hard.

“Football practice was apparently very intense this evening and it seems the freshmen and seniors are butting heads, and you are in the middle of it all.”

“I don’t understand anything you are saying.”

“Oh my god, Su. Don’t be dense. There is beef.”

“Because of me?” It’s hard to believe. I understand my exes starting beef, but I didn’t figure Logan for the aggressive type. Maybe I don’t know him.

Or it’s those idiots who confronted Logan. And knowing them that’s very possible. And with the little they can lose they are completely capable of doing it.

Harvey’s family is one of the school’s biggest donors so he’s definitely not worried about much, and the guys by extension. But does Logan and the others know that? It really isn’t something Harvey or we talk much about.

“Yes, silly. Ugh, you know I knew I was drawn to you for some reason. You are bringing all the excitement I need in my life.”

Rolling my eyes, I say, “How did you even know what happened in practice. Did you go?”

“No, but I called Trevor after and when I asked him how everything went, he sorta alluded to a possible confrontation. When I dug deeper into my other sources, Gabby, her boyfriend was there, and she told me.”

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