Page 13 of The Playbook

“Grace!” a guy called out.

I didn’t stop. I ran until I got to my locker where I proceeded to rummage through my bag, hoping I’d find something to wear. No such luck. Ialwaysbrought an extra set of clothes with me to school. This wasn’t the first time I’d needed a change. Last year, Nikki and her fem-bots had stolen my clothes after gym. Luckily, Lana had stayed behind to wait for me and had gone to my locker to get my extra set.This time?

Nothing. I had nothing.

I let the tears fall. Maybe they’d wash me clean.

“Hey, you OK?” Logan asked softly from behind me.

I didn’t bother to turn around. I swallowed hard and wiped at my tears, shaking my head. It’s not like he’d think I was fucking fine. I’d been humiliated in front of the entire lunch crowd.

“What’s wrong?”

I snorted.What was wrong? Was he that dumb?I’d been drenched by my lunch only five minutes ago.And furthermore, why did he even care?His hand came out and latched onto my arm, tugging me around so we were face to face.

If I thought he was going to laugh, I was wrong. His blue eyes swept over me quickly.

“I have a change of clothes in my locker if you need something to wear.”

I stared at him in surprise.Did Logan Walker just offer me his clothes?I didn’t have anything. If I told my dad, he’d be rounding Nikki and her fem-bots up in droves to hand out detentions. My life at school was bad enough. I was eighteen now. Calling old dad in to the rescue would only make it worse.

I bit my lip and stared at him. There was no ill intent written on his face. In fact, his face was simply a beautiful mask of friendship.

I nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Follow me.” He nodded in the direction his locker was in.

I fell in step beside him. He didn’t say anything for which I was grateful. When we got to his locker, he opened the door, pulled out a pair of black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt, and handed them to me.

“This is the best I have,” he said apologetically. “But it beats smelling like nachos for the rest of the day.”

I nodded again, my throat tight.A clique member was helping me?And not just any member. Logan Walker. If someone would’ve asked me last year if this was possible, I would’ve shook my head and told anyone who’d listen that they were insane. But there I was, holding his spare clothes in my hand, staring into his baby blue eyes, my heart fluttering in my chest.

Damn, he was beautiful.

I quickly shook the thought out of my head, blaming it on hitting the floor too hard.

“I-I’m going to go change.” I didn’t wait for his reply. I rushed to the girls’ bathroom where I rinsed out my hair, which was caked with cheese, and washed my face. Hastily, I changed into Logan’s clothes and noted how they smelled. Clean. Thankfully. After taking a long look at myself in the mirror, I went back out to find him leaning on the wall beside the bathroom.

“You look damn good in my clothes,” he commented, pushing off the wall and giving me a smile.

My face heated with his obviously sympathetic comment. I didnotlook good. His clothes were way too big on me. The shorts were like giant capris on me, and the shirt hung almost to my knees. I looked ridiculous.

“I look like I’m playing dress up in a giant’s clothes,” I muttered, moving past him to go back to my locker so I could stuff my dirty clothes inside.

He followed, confusing me.

“Look, I’ll make sure I have these laundered and returned to you,” I said thickly, clearing my throat.

“No worries.” He smiled, moving closer, causing my heart to hammer hard in my chest. His fingers brushed my hair away from my face. “You really do look good, Grace.”

What was happening?Was Loganflirtingwith me?I must have fallen harder than I thought because I was having some serious hallucinations. Tears sprang to my eyes as I got a grip on reality. He wasn’t flirting. He was playing me. Maybe this was phase two of fuck Grace over. After all, I had spilled his lunch on him. Paybacks were hell as I was realizing.

“Don’t,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

Logan frowned at me, dropping his hand away from my face. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Just stop, OK? I was just humiliated in front of half the damn school. No one is here to see you, Logan. So stop the fucking games, OK?”

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