Kayla
Logan kisses me like he’s remembering every version of me he’s ever loved—like he’s stitching them all together into this one perfect, present moment. My heart races as my fingers curl into his shirt, and I melt into him, chasing more, breathing him in. It’s dizzying, intoxicating, and so damn overdue.
And then Logan’s cell starts going crazy.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
Ping. Ping. PING.
The vibrations come in waves, buzzing against the console between us like a swarm of angry bees. Logan groans, forehead thumping against mine as he curses under his breath.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
I giggle, still breathless from the kiss, trying to calm the wild fluttering inside my chest. “Maybe it’s important?”
He sighs dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s never important. It’s always chaos.”
“Still…” I nudge him with a raised brow. “What if it is?”
Reluctantly, he reaches for his phone, the screen lighting up with message after message. His jaw ticks. “This had better be good.”
He taps the screen and puts it on loudspeaker.
Immediately, a cacophony of shouting bursts from the phone.
“…OH MY GOD, LOGAN…”
That’s Trey’s voice, breathless and wheezy and on the verge of hysterics.
“YOU HAVE TO HELP.”
There’s a scuffle, followed by what sounds like something crashing and possibly breaking.
“SHIT, DIDN’T MEAN TO-I didn’t mean to do that… probably shouldn’t be shouting right?”
More yelling. Uncontrolled laughter bubbles through the speaker.
“Trey, if this isn’t life and death, then we’re busy.”
“He…uh…he got in a fight!”
Another crash.
“Who, Trey?”
“Sammy!”
“So… socials been dead today… Phil thought we should post a video or blah, blah, blah, threatening things, blah, blah.” Logan seems to be suffering with a headache from the look of him, but even his serious face I find enticing. I… I think I want to bite his lip.
“So, I saw this thing on Tik Tok and thought—yes, one hundred percent, this has to happen.” Trey says, voice buzzingthrough Logan’s speaker. “It’s that trend where you throw something at someone and look around all innocent. So, I tap Sam, and as he looks—” he snorts, “—I launch a water balloon. It was warm…actually, now I think about it, the other guy might’ve thought it was piss? Logan!”
My hand flies to my mouth, trying to stifle the laugh already clawing its way out. It bursts free anyway—sharp, breathless, completely unexpected.
“So, the guy’s all “the fuck, bro” and Sam’s like, ‘same’. Then I hit ‘em with the ‘I can’t believe you done this’ meme—classic, right? But it didn’t land. And wet bro? He charges Sam. Tackles him. Last I saw, Sam was holding him in a headlock while I ran for the mall bathrooms.” He finally stops long enough to suck in a breath. “I’m currently hiding in a toilet stall.”
“Trey…” Logan groans. “He’s going to fucking kill you, man.”
“It’s Phils fault. Check online, see if we’re trending.”
