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CHAPTER 20
Logan
BEFORE THE PHONE CALL
I didn’t like lying to Ezra about where I was going, but I didn’t want him involved in this. And if I’d told him the truth, that I knew who’d posted that shit, Ezra would have followed me. I wasn’t risking his freedom like that. Ezra had a good future ahead of him.
Me? I was just trying to graduate high school. And honestly, getting in trouble with the law… well, it wasn’t my first go with law enforcement. And it probably wouldn’t be my last either. Hell, I was on first-name basis with just about every officer in this fucking town.
I already knew as soon as I rolled up in this fucker’s driveway, the cops were going to be called. But that was fine. It still left me with enough time to beat his fucking ass. I didn’t need long.
No one targeted Spencer and got the fuck away with it. And then also including Ezra in it just because Ezra was in the picture? That just added fuel to the fucking fire blazing in my veins. It was like pouring gasoline onto a bonfire.
I threw my beat-up piece of shit car into park and shoved open my door, slamming it closed behind me. My boots crunched over the cement driveway as I made my way to the front door.
“I know you’re in there,” I called out to Tyler. Tyler was on the football team—the quarterback, in fact—and he was a grade-A douchebag who didn’t get his face bashed in nearly enough. In fact, he was supposed to be one of Ezra’s friends, so it made sense why he made the fake account with no profile picture. Shitting on Ezra just to target someone else would get him knocked far down the social ladder.
He wasn’t smart enough to use a random ass username though—tdon33 had given it away. T for his first name, don for Donaldson, and 33 was his fucking jersey number. I was honestly surprised Ezra hadn’t put the pieces together himself, considering he was the smarter one out of the two of us.
“The cops have already been called,” Tyler snapped at me as he stepped onto the porch.
I smirked. “Oh, I know. Too much of a pussy to face me before they get here?” I taunted, backing up a step. If there was one thing Tyler Donaldson couldn’t stand, it was being called a pussy. “Going to let a gay fucker like me beat your ass?”
Tyler’s face turned red. He tolerated Ezra being bi because at least Ezra was still interested in girls. It made it alright in his book. But being fully gay was wrong and disgusting in his eyes. Tyler had hated me from the moment I accidentally outed Ezra. Back then, I’d thought it had been because of what I’d accidentally caused, which was Ezra being forced to come out of the closet. Didn’t take me long to figure out that Tyler just didn’t like gay people.
“Fuck you, Barefield,” he hissed, storming down the steps as I backed down them, my fingers twitching at my sides. “And get your faggot ass?—”
Blood spurted from his nose when my fist slammed into it, the cartilage giving way under the force. He shouted in pain before tackling me to the ground. I cackled and rolled us over before wailing away at his face, the rings on my hands cutting into his skin. Blood was coating his face, and I heard his dad shouting at me and trying to pull me away, but I was too pissed off to give a fuck.
Tyler was getting what he fucking deserved. Fucking finally.
Blue and red flashing lights lit up the driveway, blinding me momentarily. Three offers yanked me off of Tyler, who was sobbing, his tears mixing with his blood. My knuckles were split open and aching, and I shook my hands out, grinning manically at him as I licked over my top teeth. A laugh spilled past my lips.
What a piece of shit.
Tyler’s dad helped him up as one of the officers yanked my arms behind my back, cuffing them a bit too tightly, not that I wasn’t used to it. I blanked them out when they began reading me my Miranda rights. I could recite that shit in my sleep. I was well aware of my “rights”.
“You’ll fucking pay for this!” Tyler’s dad yelled at me as I was tugged toward the police car. One of the officers opened the door.
I grinned at Tyler, ignoring his dad who was seething and shouting at me. “Watch what the fuck you post on social media,” I warned him before I was shoved into the back of the cruiser, the door getting slammed behind me.
I sighed and leaned my head back, shutting my eyes. I didn’t regret a single moment of bashing Tyler’s face in, but I knew Spencer was going to be upset that I was being carted off to a holding cell. And I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to handle that.
But fuck, bashing in that asshole’s face was worth it. And maybe he’d be a message to everyone else that I wasn’t afraid to bloody my fists if they came after my boys.
* * *
“Hello?” Spencer’s sweet voice came through the line, relaxing my muscles a bit. The guard behind me was already impatiently tapping his foot. I probably wouldn’t get the entire two minutes for this phone call. Fucking impatient asshole.
I cleared my throat, getting ready to open my mouth. “Logan?” Spencer exclaimed. I winced. Christ, he knew me a little too well. I was hoping to soften him up.
“Hey, pretty boy,” I rasped. I rubbed at my forehead. “I, uh, I’m not going to make it to your place this evening.”
“What’s going on?” he demanded. I heard Ezra whisper something to him, but I couldn’t make out what it was. “Why are you calling me from the police station, Logan?”
I winced, hating the note of hysteria in his voice, especially since I was the one who put it there. “I got arrested,” I told him. A choked noise ripped from his throat, and my gut cramped. “It’s a little bit of a long story, and I’ll tell you it when I get out of here, okay?” I wasn’t stupid enough to explain anything when it could be held against me. “Can you put Ezra on the phone for me, baby? Please?”
Rustling sounded on the other end of the phone, and then Ezra’s deep rumble met my ears. “You fucking idiot,” he growled.
