Page 76 of Half Truths (Secret Society 1)
“Not necessarily. I don’t doubt it at all.” She looked away from me. “Have you had any more run-ins with Fitz, the man, and his little crew?”
“Um. A couple. Why?”
“Because he’s watching you like a hawk right now.”
I tore my gaze from hers and looked beyond the rail of the balcony. My heart galloped when my eyes met his. Even in the dark, I knew he was looking right at me. I didn’t know how Hailey knew that, though. I looked at her again.
“He could be looking at you, you know.”
“Yeah, right.” She scoffed. “I tried that once, nothing came of it. Even when he’s drunk and comes by the bar and I think I just might get somewhere, I don’t. The guy has a fort built around his feelings.”
I glanced in his direction again. Not too long ago, I used to think that about him. Now I wasn’t so sure. Logan was the kind of guy who was used to people making assumptions about him. Maybe that was why he was always quiet and brooding in front of people he didn’t know. Maybe he was trying to figure out what version of himself we wanted him to play. I liked to think that he was himself in front of me. My heart skipped a beat at the thought. The screen door opened with a squeak beside us and shut with a thump. Hailey and I turned our heads to see Travis coming back with a beer in one hand and a red cup in another.
“Oh, you’ve got company.” He handed me the red cup. The whiskey didn’t even burn my throat as I took a sip. “I was worried I’d taken too long. I’m Travis.”
“Hailey,” she responded. “I haven’t seen you around.”
“The campus has its own zip code. You know everyone on it?”
Hailey laughed. “Nah, but I’d remember you.”
“Some people are worth remembering, am I right?” Travis chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and kicked my foot to start the swing again.
“Definitely,” she agreed.
He was trying to make me jealous and it wasn’t going to work. Either way, I didn’t feel like sitting there while he flirted with Hailey, so I stopped swinging and stood.
“Going to the bathroom. See you later, Hailey.” I smiled at her as I brushed past Travis. “You’re welcome to take a seat beside her and continue your conversation while I’m gone.”
I didn’t wait for a response, instead, I actually did head to the bathroom, closed the door behind me and dragged the shower curtain open to make sure no one was there. Once I knew I was in the clear, I sat on the edge of the tub, kicking my leg up and leaning on the tile behind me with a sigh. I lifted the red cup to my mouth and took a sip. At least I had this.
Chapter Thirty-Two
My phone buzzed in the wristlet purse I was wearing. Closing my eyes, I banged my head against the tile. It was probably Travis, calling to see where I was, and the thing was, I didn’t want to talk to him right now. Seeing him was great for all of five minutes, but I was over it now. I set the cup down inside the tub and opened my purse, taking my phone out. It wasn’t a call, it was a text, and it wasn’t from Travis, but from Logan.
Logan Fitzgerald: Are you ready to leave the party?
Me: Currently locked in the bathroom because I’m dying to leave the party, so yes.
I stared at the little dots as he formulated a response. When he took too long, I picked up my cup again. I was mid-sip when the pound on the door came. It made me jump so fast, I spilled whiskey on the front of my toga.
“Motherfucker.” I walked over to the door. “Occupied!”
“It’s me.”
I groaned, but unlocked the door anyway, before heading to the sink. The door opened, closed, and locked, but I didn’t bother to look up as I cupped water and splashed it on the fabric over my chest.
“You made me ruin my toga.”
“What are you doing in here?”
“Getting drunk.” I shut the faucet and looked at him, blinking when I finally got a good look.
He looked like he belonged in a toga, like an emperor, and the rest of us mere thespians in a school play. Logan, with his dark hair—tame yet messy—his dark green eyes, his golden skin and roped muscle, in a toga was definitely something to be admired.
“You’re staring.”
“I’m drunk.” I closed my eyes, shaking my head.
“Yet you’re still drinking, apparently.” He closed the distance between us just as I opened my eyes and suddenly, he was standing within touching distance, kissing distance, and my heart couldn’t seem to handle the mixture of his proximity and the alcohol swooshing in my brain.
