Page 24 of The Star

I hit the power button on Logan’s phone, my back leaning against the closed door behind me, eager to find out something about her that’s deeper than surface level.

I try a few different passwords before 0000 unlocks the phone, I laugh under my breath at her stupidity, but my attention is quickly pulled when I hit the messages app.

There’re only new notifications, like she’s deleted all her old messages already. I grit my teeth in annoyance, clicking on the first message from someone saved in her phone as the letterG.

G:You good, Lo?

‘Lo’…I like that.Jesus.

I go to the next message from someone named Austin.

Austin:weird without you here to give me sloppy before lunch :(

My jaw clenches, the image of Logan with some dude’s dick down her throat flashing in my head, turning my skin hot. I delete that message; she doesn’t need to be talking to any of her old boyfriends.

I realize that’s crazy, but as far as I’m concerned, Logan is mine to play with, no one else’s. And that’s something she’ll learn quickly.

Swiping out of the messages, I head for Instagram next. Her profile is private, so I wasn’t able to snoop on my own account, but that’s about to change.

I pull my phone from my pocket with my other hand, opening Instagram and searching her name. I send a follow request, then slip my phone back into my pocket.

On her phone, I accept my request, giving me all access to her profile after today.

I scroll through her posts, my tongue coming out to wet my lips when I come across a post of her in a bikini. She’s delectable, no other way to put it. Her waist is slim, her thighs are thick, and her tits are each a perfect handful.

Adjusting my inflating dick in my pants, I scroll back up and click her tagged photos. The first picture is one of her and a group of people, and I make it bigger to assess who she hangs out with.

Logan sits in the middle of a group of 7, a cute girl on one side of her and a guy on the other with his arm wrapped around her middle. His hand sits at her hip, gripping her tight enough that I know his touch is a familiar one.

My nostrils flare when I click on his tag, and his profile opens up. Austin. Thesloppyguy. I have the idea to block him off her account, but that would probably give away the fact I have her phone. Instead, I click on the message button, pulling up their DMs.

What I find makes my stomach curl, sending nausea swirling through my body.

Fuckingsextmessages.

I scroll for a second, reading through some of them.

Austin:thinkin bout that tight lil pussy Lo. cant wait til 2night need u now

Logan: wanna meet in the bathroom in 10? I could use an orgasm to get me thru the day

Austin:u wet thinkin bout sittin on this big dick?

Logan: meet me NOW

I close out of the conversation when my hands start shaking. This shouldn’t make me feel anything; she’s nothing to me, but the thought of her having sex with someone else makes me jealous as fuck. And I don’t like it one bit.

Swiping up on her phone, I close all of her apps to remove any trace I’ve been here and then lock her phone.

Giving up on my search for information, I put her phone back in my pocket and leave the bathroom to head back to the gym.

The class is playing basketball when I walk in, and Coach Anderson nods his head at me in greeting from across the hardwood. I nod back, making my way to the locker room to meet up with Cassidy.

I drop my ass on a bench, leaning back against the wall to wait for her. I check my phone, but the only notification I have is the one telling me that Logan accepted my follow request. Shooting a text to Hayden, I let him know the plan has changed. If his scary ass can’t intimidate her, we’ll have to switch things up.

Cassidy comes through the door, swinging her hips as she walks toward where I’m sitting in the back.

I slide Logan’s phone from my pocket, holding it out to her, but she pushes my hand to the side and throws her legs over either side of my hips to straddle me.

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