Page 81 of Your Side of the Offense

Deciding to be a big girl, I get up and head to her room. Music and people talking greet me, before I knock.

Trevor opens the door with a weird look.

"Summer Bailey."

The conversation dies inside, and I lift an eyebrow. Okay. Hazel walks up opening the door wider, revealing my very own boyfriend sitting on her bed and Lin and Landon sitting in some chairs. Once again, I am the killer of the vibe. I stand there with nobody saying anything for a few seconds before I turn my gaze back to Hazel.

"Haze, can I talk to you," I ask.

I can see the surprise clearly in her face. And because Hazel is a phony-ass friend, she turns to Logan and gives him a look. Like she asking him for permission to see me.

So, it’s everyone against Summer. These fucking hoes. Whatever happened to girls before boys? What happened to the spirit of woman togetherness? Our foremothers did not fight so that we can be separated by men again. But I stand there, waiting, Trevor looking at me stone-faced.

I turn to Trevor slowly and stare at him pointedly, letting him know I am not the least shaken by this resistance. That he doesn't have to worry about his friend and me, and I will still have him if I want to and there is nothing any of them can do about it. Maybe it’s a pride thing.

"Fine, but you have to say it in front of everyone," Hazel says.

She’s fucking delusional if she thinks I am about to finesse her in front of these people.

"Hazel, you were my friend first and we fell out in private, I am not spilling my guts in front of them." Thankfully, I remain calm enough to say everything evenly, even if my insides are boiling.

She doesn't respond, just looks at her boyfriend who gives her a hard look.

Her hands are tied. It seems it's Logan I need to butter up first to get to her. Great. Just fucking great.

I step inside, trying to sit on the overwhelming arrogance I am feeling. They think I care about the ‘cool’ club. I don’t care about their status in this school or their future potential.

They are truly insane if they think they can fucking ice me out at their will. All I need to do is get to Logan, which I will, and then I will prove to them that this is in fact my show. How dare they think they can get me in line. Definitely a pride thing. I’ll prove I don't need their approval and that I can play too.

I sit on the bed next to Logan.

"So, do you also want to have our very private conversation here with them, Lo?" I ask, staring at him, even when he looks away from me.

He reacts to the nickname, and I smile inside. "I was still coming to your room, Su."

I nod. "Lo, I'm just here to try and work things out with Haze then I was going to go to your house after. I got your message and I want to talk too," I say gently.

He turns to me finally. "I was coming to you after I leave here too."

"Yeah?"

He nods.

"So, do you want to talk now?" I’m careful to keep my voice even but sprinkle a little vulnerability in there, so it seems genuine.

I find myself following Logan out of Hazel's room. And give Trevor a last look before I leave. His glare makes me want to pat myself on the back. Logan is mine, he's fucking mine to do what I want with and fuck all of them.

I walk out after Logan, and he closes the door. We head to my room and he stands by the door with his hands in his pocket, looking in the direction of the window.

"Logan."

"Talk, Su."

Oh, so this is my show. Does he think I am doing the crawling here?

"Logan, you do remember you are the one that called me out of my name last time we spoke?"

"You saw your ex-boyfriend behind my back, Su."

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