Page 17 of The Hallows Queen

But Logan and Carson are never-ending, not if I have any say in it. She’s become our sister – in a weird and fucked up way that no one would ever understand. But she’s fucking family.

So, the circle of three became four, and that’s the way it’ll stay.

Logan just…fits.

She’s so similar to all three of us – in all different ways. She’s mean and quick to snap like me, goofy and fun like Levi, and tender and caring like Carson. She’s the perfect mix of all three of us, and it’s made us all form different bonds with her. That’s how I know her and Carson are going to last, because she’s everything we didn’t know we were missing. She’s the piece he needed.

Logan is carefree, brave, and insane in the best ways. She’s a fighter, a player, an animal who takes what she wants.

That’s how she ended up fucking Levi first. She wanted to do it, so she did it. She’s similar to me in that way, too.

Even though she had already caught feelings for Carson, she wanted to show him howokayshe is without him, I think. She’s independent as fuck, mainly because of the way she grew up. Unlike me and Carson, she didn’t have a bottomless bank account and everything she ever wanted handed to her. She’s worked for what she has, at least until her dad married Carson’s mom. She still doesn’t like spending money, though, and she hates how careless I am with it. Whenever she finds out I’ve spent an insane amount of my father’s money on something, she makes me donate a matching amount to charity.

She’s got a good heart.

"Alright, I'll cut the cake," Logan announces, bringing me back to the present. She starts picking the candles out one by one and placing them down on the plate, then she turns to look at Carson. “Baby, can you get the whipped cream out of the fridge.”

Levi and I stay seated at the island, watching as the two of them move around my kitchen like one unit, comfortable enough that it feels like we all live together.

Levi grabs my attention by tapping a finger on the marble countertop. “You hear from your dad today?”

I laugh, then look at him like he’s crazy. “You joking?”

He cracks a smile, reaches for a bottle of rum, then cracks the lid off before passing it to me. “Fuck that guy.”

Logan clicks her tongue and we both look up at her. “Cake, then you can drink.”

I release my grip on the bottle, raising my hands in surrender. She smiles at me smugly, then silently starts passing out the plates she’s dished cake onto before taking the seat to my left.

She taps the screen on her phone as I take my first bite, the fluffy cream cheese melting on my tongue.

“People will be here soon,” she muses, taking a bite of her cake.

I swallow my bite. “Are you guys going to wear those stupid fucking hats all night?”

No one answers me, all too consumed by their cake to entertain my negativity. We all finish eating in silence, and Logan is the first to push her chair out and stand up. “Levi, you’re on cleanup. I’m gonna take a shower.”

Carson rubs his hands together as he stands up. “I’ll come with you.”

He grabs her hand to start dragging her through the room, and she calls out to me before she’s out of earshot. “Andyes,I’m going to wear this stupid fucking hat all night!”

I laugh, finishing my last bite before I push my chair out to help Levi clean up.

He takes the plate from my hand. “I’ll clean up, you roll a blunt.”

I grin at him. “Good idea, Valentino.”

Slipping my hand into the pocket of my jeans, I pull out the little tin I keep my weed in and set it on the countertop before sitting back down. Popping the lid, I grab an empty blunt wrap and start filling it. I let my mind wander as I complete my task, knowing it well enough that I could do it with my eyes closed, and remember that I have a few more party favors burning a hole in my pocket as well.

I consider bringing up the coke to Levi, but I’m half-afraid he’ll shut me down, and then rat me out to mom and dad when they get back from the shower.

Logan will take the occasional Xanax with me to take the edge off, and Levi can smoke enough weed to sedate a horse, but I don’t think they would be on board with the coke, molly, and Oxys.

Logan is more concerned with my mental health lately than ever, especially after the meltdown I had while we were on vacation in Hawaii a few weeks ago.

Apparently, I got white-girl wasted and cried about my dad. I don’t really remember. They all walk on eggshells around me, like I’m made of glass that will break at any moment.

I decide to wait until after the party to enjoy my drugs all by myself, maybe even sneak out to Amethyst to find someone to gobble my dick afterwards. Being coked out in a house filled with drunk high schoolers doesn’t sound like a good idea when I think about it.

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