Page 9 of Happenstance
Every time I went to see Riley, Micha made it quite clear how he felt about me avoiding Parker. The last time he called me a selfish bitch. Trust me, I would love nothing more than to be able to talk to Parker, because the other option made me sick.
Shelby shook her head. “That would be Parker.”
I snorted. Parker Whitley didn’t lead shit. “I think it’s more likely it was your boyfriend.” This crap screamed Logan.
Harper added in a quiet voice, “Sean said Mason told him.”
Sean knew?
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat, and quickly turned my attention back to my locker.
Hoots and hollers came from down the hall as Logan pranced towards us, with Riley over his shoulder. She beat her fists off his back and kicked her feet, which of course didn’t detour Logan any. He continued on his way with a big smile on his face.
Shelby’s boyfriend wasn’t someone I’d associate with relief, but when she dropped her face in her hands, I’d never been more thankful to see the charming asshole. I’d take any distraction I could get. Even if it was in the form of Logan Hudson.
“Oh my God.” Shelby’s blonde hair swayed as she shook her head. “Lord take me now.”
“Logan,” Riley’s screech echoed off the walls. “Put me down, right now!”
“No can do, Sis,” Logan shot Shelby a wink. “You started this shit.”
I could see the rage building in Riley’s face. She was not happy, which usually meant bad things for the person that pissed her off. She was like a tiny feral kitten. Fluffy and cute to look at, but if you tried to touch it, it’d scratch your face off. Mind you, Logan was the type to poke the feral kitten. Like I said, the boy was not right in the head.
“Youstarted this shit! Running your mouth around the whole damn school,” Riley growled. “I’m so gonna kick your ass.”
“Sorry, Sis,” Logan chuckled, green eyes sparkling, “I’m the one in control of asses here.”
To reiterate his point, he swung his arm up, palm landing with a resounding smack on her butt.
The thing that got to me was how not one person questioned what was happening. I shouldn’t be surprised. Even if Logan wasn’t one of the infamous Knights, he was‘that guy’. Blessed with looks and impossible charm. The guy that nobody could hate. Nobody except me, because I truly did hate Logan Hudson. Loathed the very ground he walked on. Not because of anything he did to me. Until recently, I don’t think he even knew I existed. Harper, on the other hand…
My lip curled as he strutted over and leaned in to kiss Shelby. I don’t know what she saw in him. Shelby could give Naomi a run for her money, and unlike Ashworth’s queen bee, she wasn’t a complete bitch.
“Uh huh,” Shelby held up her hand, cutting off his kiss. “You think I’m gonna kiss you after this crap?”
Logan let out a long groan and stood up. “But, baby…”
“Don’t ‘but baby’ me.”
Gotta say, I liked the snide look Shelby shot him. It made me like her a little more. Not many girls turned down Logan Hudson. None, actually. In fact, I could see three in the hall right now, waiting to swoop in and pick up the pieces of his broken heart. But did all that female attention bother Shelby? Nope. She was utterly confident in Logan’s devotion to her.
“You see that, Sis,” Logan sighed and rolled his eyes back to a fuming Riley. “Now you’re fucking with my pussy.”
“Good,” she snarled. “Don’t you give in to him, Shell.”
“That’s it,” he smirked at me,asshole, and sauntered down the hall, “I’m taking you to your boyfriend. Maybe he can control your crazy ass.”
Riley lifted her head, looking back at us, and held up her fist, “Stay strong.”
Shelby gave her own reaffirming fist bump and draped her arm over my shoulder. I bit my lip and forced myself to accept her comfort. For some reason, these two girls had my back. I’d never done anything to deserve it, yet they were standing up to their boyfriends for me. I quickly swept away the tear running down my cheek and sniffed back my sob.
Stupid hormones
Chapter 3
Lana
Icould feel eyes on me all morning. Rooms would suddenly get quiet when I entered, and despite what my friends said, I could hear them whispering. My friends had my back. Riley made that quite apparent when she punched a guy in English class for calling me a slut. I couldn’t talk to the one person I wanted to, though.
