Page 28 of Half Truths (Secret Society 1)
“I’ve never thought any of the ones I fucked were interesting, otherwise, I would be doing more than just fucking them.”
“You’re an asshole.” He chuckled.
I shrugged, going back to the bench press.
“So you think she’s interesting,” he said, setting down his weights and coming back over to where I was to spot me again. “You know she has a boyfriend, right?”
“When have I ever let that stop me?”
“You’re crazy, bro.” He shook his head. “He’s a big guy.”
“And I’m not?”
“I don’t know. I see you going slow on these weights today. Two-thirty? You can do better than that.”
“You’re an asshole.” I chuckled, shaking my head as he adjusted the plates. “You need to work on your motivational speeches.”
“We’ll have a meeting about it. Maybe it’s time,” he said once I started lifting again.
“Right.” I set the bar on the stand again. “I’m leaving after this rep.”
“What the hell? You just got here.”
“I have things to do today.”
“Like not train to kick Mae’s boyfriend’s ass?”
I flashed him the finger. The mention of her boyfriend was annoying me. I had seen her with him though, sitting by the pool of her parent’s house. I couldn’t just ignore his existence. Or maybe I could. I guess it all came down to just how interesting I found her and how much I was willing to put up with.
Chapter Eleven
Amelia
I awoke to the sound of my phone vibrating with text messages coming in, and sat up in a strange bed. Then I remembered. I was in Logan’s bed. In Logan’s apartment. I’d been seriously delirious when I decided to walk over here and make myself at home like we were buddies. Maybe I should leave before he got back. Yeah. I should. I stretched as I made my way out of bed and inhaled. The entire room smelled like him—clean soap and pine tree. I shut my eyes. Like Christmas. I picked up my phone and looked at it. Five text messages—one from my mother, one from Hailey, one from Celia, and two from an unknown number.
Mom: Everything is fine. The same. Love you.
Hailey: Hey, come by the coffee shop! Free coffee and gossip!
Celia: I didn’t see you leave last night. You okay?
Unknown number: Don’t you want to know what happened to Lana?
Unknown number: To your brother? She’s out there.
My heart was in my throat as I called the number back. Again, it said the number was disconnected. What the hell? I stood up, slid my feet back into my sandals, and walked out of the room, heading to the front door. I pulled it open just as Logan was pushing it.
“Hey,” he said, then frowned. “What happened?”
“I . . . I need to go. I have to go.” I brushed past him, but he grabbed my arm.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He looked back into his apartment. “Is someone here? Fuck, Mae, you’re shaking.”
“I’ve had a long night. A long day. A long week. A long month,” I said quickly. My phone rang in my hand and I jumped, clutching it, but it was Travis’s face kissing my cheek that popped up as he called. I seriously needed to change that picture. “I ummm, I should go. Thank you.”
“Yeah. You should.” Logan’s scowl deepened.
I picked up the phone as I walked back to my own apartment.
“Hey, just calling to see how you’re doing. I know we said no calls and no texts after the breakup, but I feel like we need to make an exception,” Travis said. “How’s Lincoln?”
“The same.” I sighed as I unlocked and walked into my apartment.
“I’m sorry. What are the doctors saying? Have the seizures stopped?”
“They’re waiting one more week before taking him out of the coma just in case, but they’ve stopped for now.” I bit my lip. I could barely stand talking about it, but I was glad for Travis.
“You sound tired, Mae.”
“I am tired.”
There was a loud knock on my door. I gasped and jumped.
“What was that?”
“Someone’s at my door. Probably the locksmith.”
“Locksmith?” he asked loudly. “Why? Did something happen?”
“No. I just don’t know who had this key before. You know Lincoln gets a little crazy when it comes to girls.”
“Oh.” He chuckled. “Yeah, good point. You don’t want any unwanted stalkers.”
“Exactly.” I walked over and unlocked the door. Gary and the locksmith were on the other side. “I have to go, Trav. Thanks for calling.”
“Of course. I’m here if you need me.”
“Thanks.” I hung up.
“This will only take a second,” the locksmith said.
“Go on with your business, Ms. Bastón,” Gary said. “I’ll watch him.”
“Thanks.” I smiled and walked to the guest bedroom, back to the second box with all of Lana’s belongings. There was another student ID—Lincoln’s, and a black card with his full name on it—Lincoln Bastón. On the back, the words, You’ve Been Summoned. My hand shook as I held it. Those were the same words on the card on my kitchen counter. There was also a black flip phone that had been torn in half, a computer, that I took out. It said, “Property of The Gazette” on it. I sat on the floor and opened it up.
