Page 55 of Puck'N Enemy
“We should’ve split the bill,” I mumble as we step out of the restaurant.
“It’s fine,” he says, glancing down at me. “I wanted to treat you to a meal.”
A smile blossoms on my lips. Shifting closer to him, I peck his lips. “Thank you.”
He touches the spot I just kissed and for a moment, he looks almost lost.
“I’m not sure if I can make time to see you tomorrow but I’ll definitely try,” I say, grinning up at him.
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re most definitely seeing me tomorrow,” he says in a gruff voice. “Because you’re spending the night with me.”
“Huh?”
“Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me back toward the campus gates.
“You want me to spend the night in your dorm?” I ask, surprised. “Is that even allowed?”
“We’re going back for my car,” he says. “After that, I’m taking you home.Myhome.”
The word makes my chest tighten. It’s been years since I went to Logan’s home.
“Are you sure you want me there?” I ask, feeling worried. “Your mom might not want me there.”
“She’s not home,” Logan says in a grim tone. “She’ll be spending the night with my aunt, who’s just had a baby. It’s just going to be Maddie, me, and you.”
“I’ve missed Maddie,” I say, feeling an ache go through me. “She was such a wild kid but her heart’s just as big as yours.”
“Jeez, Dylan,” Logan mutters, opening the door to a blue Toyota. “Stop talking like a sentimental old man. Even Coach Becker isn’t like that.”
A chuckle escapes me. Climbing into the car, I take the passenger-side seat beside Logan and put on the seatbelt.
“How’s she been? Maddie?”
“Maddie is a baddie,” Logan says, chuckling. “You should’ve seen her on her birthday last month. She had almost the whole third grade at our house for the party.”
I can’t help but laugh, too.
Logan’s baby sister always held a special place in my heart. She was the cutest little kid who treated me in the same affectionate way she treated her big brother. Other than Logan, she was the second person to accept me wholeheartedly.
Before I know it, the car’s slowing down in a familiar neighborhood. I was so lost in the past, I barely noticed the time flying by.
Logan’s house hasn’t changed much over the years. It’s got the same pale-yellow walls, the little front yard with weeds growing in it, and the same warm glow in the windows.
“We should’ve packed some food for Maddie,” I say, stepping out of the car.
“Mom fed her dinner before she left for my aunt’s,” Logan says, leading me through the fenced gate. “She’d have appreciated it if he got her a piece of chocolate cheesecake but it’s for the best. The kid eats way too many candies than what’s good for her. I don’t want her losing all her teeth before she’s turned fifteen.”
I laugh. “Wouldn’t that be kind of great, though?” I say, chuckling. “You wouldn’t have to worry about all the boys chasing after her.”
“Hmm,” Logan makes a noise, his features molding into an annoyed expression. “Stop laughing at me,” he mutters, opening the door. “As if you wouldn’t chase those losers away from her.”
That shuts me up.
Yeah. I’d beat the shit out of any good-for-nothing guys that come after Maddie.
The moment I step inside the house, the faint scent of vanilla and laundry detergent hits me. The familiarity of this old place nearly wrecks me.
“Logan?” A small voice comes from the living room.
