Page 50 of Fraternizing with the Enemy
“A jerk,” Logan finished for me.
“You know him?” I asked in surprise. “I mean, like, outside of just the normal rivalry stuff?”
Logan still had a minute left to his level, so I put my gun back on the dashboard and watched him maneuver his kills. “Not really.”
“Then how do you know he’s?—”
“It’s good to know I shouldn’t be jealous of him.”
Ooh,thatprospect was interesting. “Were you?”
“Jealous of you sitting on his knee? Of his hand on your waist?” His fingers flexed on the handle of the gun. “I’m surprised you couldn’t tell.”
I thought about the way Logan’s eyes had fallen to Kyle’s hand and stayed there. “You barely looked at me,” I pointed out, studying his profile. His nose was sharp, his eyes soft. “I didn’t think you noticed I was even there.”
“I noticed. I just didn’t want to do anything that’d make your friends notice that I noticed.”
So that explained why he avoided my eyes like the plague. “Are your friends the same way? With the school rivalry?”
“My friends don’t really care about that sort of thing.”
I shook my head. “Tell that to the guy from the coffee shop. He looked at us like he hated us.”
“Noah?” Logan’s game ended as his screen flashed green, the wordSURVIVORscrawling out in block letters. He lowered the gun. “He’s different.”
“Why?” I thought about what Jade said.You don’t remember him? From the Bobcat/Bulldog game last year. I only just realized now how odd it was that Jade had recognized him.
“He just is.” Logan gave a small shrug. “But my other friends from theater aren’t like that. Not nearly as intense.”
A different memory popped in my head then.Their QB is in the school theater?Riley had asked when Ashton cat-called Logan for the first time.What is this,High School Musical?
My first instinct was to scrunch my nose. “So youarein theater?”
“Jefferson’s more of an arts school than a sports-centered one,” Logan told me, watching my reaction. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were light. Wholly unembarrassed. “It’s a fun outlet.”
“Is it—is it, like, singing and stuff?”
“Are you asking me if I sing?” When I nodded, he asked, “What would you do if I said yes?”
I opened my mouth, brain flipping through all the things I instinctively wanted to say, knowing all of them would come out sounding rude. “I don’t know.” Logan was beyond handsome and adorable, butsinging?
Maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal—as long as I didn’t have to watch him do it.
Logan nudged my knee. “I don’t sing,” he said,putting me out of my misery. “Ever. Never ever. Did I mention never?”
I snorted. “Your voice is that bad?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” But his expression was still playful. “I don’t audition for musicals, but when we do non-musical plays, I try out for those. Otherwise, I help with lighting, stage setup, that sort of thing. We all kind of change up our roles from time to time.”
“Is that why you asked me if I’d ever date a dweeb?” I watched as he bent down and collected his tickets. “Because you think you’re a dweeb?”
“I figuredyou’dthink I was a dweeb.” Logan slid his tickets into his pocket. He straightened, looking at me with a curious expression. “How did you get into cheerleading?”
All at once, my thoughts rushed back to freshman year, just before tryouts. Some of my light feeling dissipated. “My best friend wanted to do it with me.”
“Jade?”
Mutely, I nodded. It wasn’t a lie if I didn’t say it aloud.
