Chapter 22 #2
As we weaved our way through the crowd, being tossed and thrown, I tried to find Logan but couldn’t.
Macie pushed me from behind until my foot hit a step and we headed up.
The room I had just been in was now occupied with a couple on the couch close to having sex.
We pushed through that room and made our way to the kitchen.
“Oh my god, this party is crazy,” Macie said as she took a seat on a stool. “And christ, did you guys get a look at Logan?”
Becca whined. “I tried not to, he’s like a freaking brother to me. It was kinda gross to see his ass up there, I’ll be honest. But no one can deny he has a great body. He works hard for it.”
“We were looking for you before,” Macie said to me. “Where did you go?”
The lump in my throat was the size of an apple.
“I had to go to the bathroom.”
After that, I remained quiet, letting the two of them talk as I strained to hear what was happening below us in the basement. The hollering suddenly became ear piercing but then went silent.
It had to be over.
“I think we can go back now, guys.” I stood from my seat.
They filed behind me as we made our way through the next room, eyes on the floor to avoid the couple still going at it on the couch. When we made it to the door to the basement, though, it flew open.
Shooting through the doorway was a naked Logan holding hands with a pretty redhead. She was giggling as he pulled her with him, her hand reaching out for his naked ass.
He stopped dead when he saw us, our eyes connecting. His hand dropped hers as she rammed into the back of him while coming through the door.
“Hey, guys,” he said, looking at the three of us. But his eyes kept returning to mine. There was an apology in them somewhere, but I couldn’t accept it.
“Logan, dude, cover up that white ass,” Becca chided.
“Who are these girls?” the redhead asked, slurring her words.
“Oh my god, Logan, this party is crazy!” Macie offered.
“This is fucked up, isn’t it?” Logan said.
And I remained silent.
I couldn’t talk. I feared if I did, I’d break down crying.
Logan turned to the redhead as he put his boxer briefs on. I hadn’t noticed he brought his clothes with him. “These girls are my roommates.”
“Aww, you live with girls, isn’t that sweet,” she said. Then she started pawing at his hand as he worked at his jeans. “Why are you getting dressed? I won you.”
I won you.
Jesus fucking Christ, I was about to vomit.
His eyes shifted back and forth between the three of us, and I noticed a sheen of sweat on his brow.
“You won a kiss, sweetie. I don’t need to be naked for a kiss,” he told her.
I didn’t know why him calling her sweetie got my ire up, but it did.
Maybe it was because less than ten minutes ago his tongue was down my throat, and now he was going to kiss this bitch.
Everyone knew about her.
But it was all my doing that no one knew about me, wasn’t it?
As I pushed past him, he fell into the redheaded bimbo, and she almost fell to the ground, she was so drunk. Of course, I’d made it worse. Logan had to grab her since he wasn’t about to let her fall. I didn’t stick around to see what happened next.
There was no way I was going to watch him kiss her.
The footsteps behind me had to be Becca and Macie, but I also didn’t wait to see that either. Once back in the basement, I got myself a fresh beer, chugged it, and grabbed another.
Turning to the dance floor, I was decidedly on the prowl.
There were plenty to choose from. All you had to do was shake your ass in the middle of the floor and they swarmed you. Within seconds, I had two new guys on me. I chose the dark-haired one over the blonde. I wanted nothing to remind me of him.
“Hey, beautiful,” he cooed in my ear as he shimmied against my back.
His beer breath stunk, but if I closed my eyes, his firm hands on my hips helped me forget. I swayed to the beat, our bodies in sync. Putting my cup to my lips, I downed the contents in one gulp.
I was getting drunk. I needed to forget.
“Want another?” he asked.
“I’ll get it.” I was being stupid, but I wasn’t going to be that stupid.
But wasn’t I? Somewhere in the depths of my brain, I knew I was. I was being stupid and careless. With my heart. And maybe Logan’s. At the moment, I didn’t care.
I worked my way back through the crowd to find my dark-haired hottie waiting for me. He leaned in close, that breath nauseating me again. “You look beautiful.”
I smiled. Leaning close, I asked, “Are you on the team?”
He nodded. “Yeah, third year. I played at home, too. They’re a blast to be around, aren’t they?”
I chugged the beer and threw the cup to the floor. There was no need for us to get to know one another. Using both hands, I pulled him against me, still wanting to forget. He obliged, grinding his body into mine.
The pulse of the music was mesmerizing as my new friend and I explored each other. His hands roved across my belly as he pushed against me from behind. My arms went around his neck, pulling his head closer. I felt his fingers inch up under my shirt, dangerously close to the bottom of my bra.
He spun me around so we were chest to chest. He was a more manageable height for me. I could see over his shoulder. As I did, I saw right into the eyes of Logan.
He was glaring at me. The anger poured from him.
We were a casualty of ourselves.
This was never going to work. How could we think it could? A secret relationship?
Ain’t gonna happen. The sooner we got on with our lives, the better off we’d both be.
I stared back at him as my stranger’s hands brushed against my ass.
At the same time, a group of girls were fawning over Logan.
They surrounded him, each fighting for his attention.
That’s what being on this team would be: weekend parties full of cronies looking for a hookup.
If we couldn’t come out as a couple, we would deal with this endlessly.
I couldn’t.
It was better this way.
“Let’s go upstairs,” my new friend whispered.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s nice to have secrets, isn’t it?” he said as he pulled me along.
My heart sank at his words.
I still went.