Page 94 of The Playbook

“Nikki, stop,” Logan demanded. “Don’t-Don’t fucking do this.”

Nikki glared at him before continuing to speak. “Everyone knows how competitive Andy and Logan are. How much they hate each other. They both wanted to win. So they worked hard to get the girl. As you can all see, it worked. Some better than others, right, Logan?”

Logan backed away and clasped my hand as my pulse roared in my ears. He tried to move me again, but I yanked my hand from his, staring at the train wreck in front of me. It was the video Logan made of us in Lana’s bathroom playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.

It definitely wasn’t PG-13.

My face heated as people looked from the screen to me then back again. Whispering. Laughing softly.

How the hell did she get that video?

Another video emerged on the screen. Logan, drunk. Nikki on his lap.

“Don’t want to win anymore?” Andy asked as Nikki continued kissing on Logan and giggling.

“I’m going to win,” Logan slurred out. “I’m going to get laid. And Grace Matthews will be another notch on my belt before this is over.”

Nausea snaked its way through my insides stronger as weakness teased my legs. I shook where I stood, the horror at what was happening making me feel like I was about to break down in front of everyone.

“Andy and Logan eventually decided to call off the playbook. They let the bet go because apparently, they’re sick and actuallylikeMarissa and Grace. Well, mostly.”

I stared in horror as on the screen Logan kissed Nikki in what appeared to be her bedroom.

Same clothes. Same clothes. Same clothes. They were wearing the same fucking clothes they had on now.

“What the fuck?” Ryan murmured from beside me.

I knew people were mumbling. Whispering. They were shocked, confused.

Through blurry eyes, I stared at the images on the screen, my heart shattering around me.

“He never cared,Gracie,” Nikki’s voice cut through my wild thoughts as she sashayed over to stand in front of me, sneering. “He’s always beenmine. You were just a fucking bet he won. Poor, little lost whore who got on her knees for him just like he planned. Heneverwanted you. If he did, he wouldn’t have just been with me while you were down here all alone. The last play in the book is public humiliation. And since the guys called a truce, I figured it was only fair both you bitches experienced what you deserved.”

I took a stumbling step back, aware that everyone was staring at me. Marissa had already rushed from the room. Andy had followed, calling her name.

“Grace, baby, it’s not like that,” Logan called out desperately, reaching for me. “Please. Let me explain—”

“Is it true?” I asked in a shaky voice. “It was all just a game? I was a bet to you? We-We weren’t even friends? You didn’t even want to be my friend? You just wanted to-tofuck me?”

“Grace—”

I slapped him across the face, sending his eyes wide as he stared back at me, his lips trembling.

“Is. It. True?” I punctuated each word. “Was I a fucking bet?”

“Yes,” he choked out softly.

His arm lifted in my direction, but I pulled away.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” I spat out.

“Gracie, please. Let me explain—”

“You don’t need to. It’s all pretty fucking clear to me thanks to Nikki’s cinematography skills.” I turned to leave, doing my best to hold it together and not break down for all of Oakwood High to see.

Logan grabbed my arm and hauled me against him. “You have to let me explain. It’s not like this at all. I swear it. I-I didn’t do—"

“We’re done.” I said, shoving against him and breaking free. I turned on my heel and fled from the house.

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