Page 25 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

"Are you okay?" I heard him ask, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You seem a little distracted."

"No, I'm not. I just...I just remembered that day my brother asked you to accompany me to the dress shop for my dress fitting for prom, and afterward, we had ice cream just like today."

Logan took a long look at me. "Caleb never asked me to accompany you for the dress fitting," he confessed.

"What? But you said—"

"I needed an excuse to come with you, or at least I thought I did," he admitted, holding my gaze.

My lungs felt constricted. What did that mean, and why was my heart racing so fast? "W-why would y-you need an excuse to accompany me?"

"Why do you think?" he arched his brow.

"I—" my phone blared on the table, cutting off the rest of the conversation. I darted my eyes to my phone screen, and the caller ID sent my heart shooting straight out of my chest. “It’s Caleb.. I gotta take this," I said, handing my ice cream to Logan and stepping out of my seat to answer the call.

"Hey, brother—"

"What the hell are you doing on the front entertainment page with Logan?" he cut me off, going straight to the point without any concern as to how I have been all this time or even how Cassie had been. He still hadn't changed one bit.

"It's not what you think."

"It better not be. You can't possibly disappoint me twice," he responded sternly. "Don't be stupid."

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get the chance to say anything, Caleb hung up.

What an asshole! I thought, but somewhere at the back of my mind, his words resonated. "Don't be stupid," and maybe I needed that reminder.

My relationship with Caleb was completely shattered when he found out that I was pregnant with Logan’s baby. He claimed it as a “double heartbreak”, as he could no longer speak to Logan as well. Although he has sent gifts and items for Cassie along the way, he has only spent a minimal amount of time with her. Granted, he is living on the other side of the country- but there are many times when I miss my big brother and the bond that we once shared. I can only hope that someday, he will come around and give our relationship a chance to repair.

Chapter Fourteen

Logan

I leaned back in my seat, watching her from across the distance. Harper stood by the entrance, looking disgruntled as she stared down at her phone like she would smash it. Caleb was not one to call without reason, and from the look on her face, I could tell that whatever reason he had called wasn't exactly a great one.

The phone call had been relatively brief, and I could tell she was suffering from the after-effect of whatever Caleb had said to her. Given our history and the current whirlwind of news, it didn't seem farfetched to assume that I was somehow involved. Harper lingered at the entrance a while longer with a sour look plastered to her face before returning to her seat. Her expression wasn't any better.

"Sorry about that," she mumbled coldly, taking the ice cream from me and digging into it more quickly. "We should leave soon. I want to get some rest," she added blankly, becoming distant, and I had a feeling it had everything to do with whatever Caleb said over the phone, which had something to do with me.

"No problem," I replied tersely.

My phone buzzed on the table, illuminating the screen. I glanced down at my phone and tapped on the notification. It was a message from Bradley, a fellow baseball player. I skimmed through the text quickly:

There's a party at my place tomorrow. Don't miss it! Also, don't forget to bring your hot girlfriend. The guys are dying to meet her. The party starts at 7:00 p.m. DON'T BE LATE!

BRAD

"I'm done. We should go," Harper declared abruptly, rising to her feet. I followed suit, and we returned to the car. The silence between us was palpable, and the moment I thought we had shared not long ago seemed to have dissipated into nothing.

"Is something wrong?" I dared to ask when we got into the car, breaking the heavy silence as I settled into the driver's seat.

"No, but even if there was, it's not your place to ask or care about me. I am not your responsibility, nor am I your girlfriend. So let's not pretend this is anything real to us... it's merely a show, nothing more," she stated sharply, her words laced with detachment.

"You should remind yourself. I never forgot, not even for a second," I replied curtly, feeling a pang of hurt at her dismissive words.

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