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Chapter Seven
Logan
We didn’t find much in the room when we went searching, well not much that we could use anyway. It looked like she had arrived last night and set about settling herself in rather quickly. The room was spotless; nothing was out of place. We couldn’t find a thing that would indicate she was hiding a secret. There were a few photos of her with her friends in their various costumes and a couple with just her on stage.
“If she can do that on stage, I’d love to see what she could do when I’ve got her underneath me,” Stryker points to a picture of her as she is leaping through the air and doing a full split.
Ripping the photo down and stuffing it in my pocket, I shove him back. “You’ll never get to experience that.” It came out almost as a growl with a little more grunt than I had intended.
She had changed a lot since we were younger. Her body was more defined, and her petite form was something wet dreams were made of. She’s slender but strong, with long toned legs for days and a perfect heart-shaped face. Her eyes were an ice blue, that reminded me of a shimmering topaz, and her mousy blonde hair fell in soft waves down her back. If I didn’t hate her so much, I would make her my queen. She was everything I looked for wrapped up in a perfect bow.
The boys and I are in my room when we hear a car pull up into the driveway. The soft, sweet sounds of laughter filters through my open window, sending me back to a time when everything was perfect.
We all walk over to see who it is. We had called our girls earlier to come around and hang out by the pool after our little exploration visit to Phoenix’s room, so we have been waiting for them to arrive.
“That picture doesn’t do her justice, man,” Stryker whistles as he takes her in. “She is fucking hot, brother, like a whole other level hot.”
I knew what he was saying was true. Watching them gawk at her from the window made my stomach roll. Instead of hating her, they looked as if they wanted to fucking date her. I wasn’t jealous; I was angry. That’s what I told myself anyway, as I sank my hands into the backs of their shirts and pulled them away from the window.
“Stop staring, you idiots. She’s here to learn a hard lesson, not settle any debates on which one of you fuckers has the smallest dick.”
Having enough, I turn away from the window and walk over to my desk. Leaning against it, I look at my three friends staring at the scene below them.
“Dude, isn’t that Jonah Masters leaning against the car with her?” Ricky asks the other two while turning to look at me. Cocking his head to the side, he looks from me to the scene below, his eyes saying it all.
“What’s wrong with Masters, man?” asking as I walk back to the window to take another look. Sure enough, there he is, talking and laughing with Phoenix like they have known each other for years. I didn’t know about the connection they had with each other, but I planned to find out. If her being tied to him was enough to put that look on my friends’ faces, then it was something that I needed to know.
“Well, for one, if she’s a dancer at his studio, it’s going to be harder to get everyone at school on board. A lot of the dancers at Breakout come from less than ideal situations. Once in, they are a tight-knit family,” Ricky elaborates. “They have an all for one, one for all kind of motto over there. If she’s friends with him, it’s gonna make it harder for you to get to her. That guy may look like a pansy dancer, but trust me, Logan, I wouldn’t want to mess with him.”
What was that supposed to mean? Why was this dance school different from others? And why was Ricky—one of the craziest fuckers I know—so scared to go up against Jonah Masters? Looking at the other two, I motion to the bedroom door as we hear the front door open and close, their voices drift upstairs. Our search of her room hadn’t given us much to go on, and I was still pissed off from missing her this morning.
“Logan, are you sure about this?” Stryker questions. “I know some of the dancers that go there, man, and let me tell you, some of the things that I have heard, well, let’s just say, it’s not pretty.”
“If you’re backing out now because you’re scared of some man-bun in tights, then just fucking go. I know what I need to do.” I spit, barely containing the anger that is building up inside of me. Is he for real? I dig my nails into the palms of my hands, fighting the urge to nail Stryker right in the fucking face.
“I’m not afraid of him Logan, I’m just wondering if this girl’s worth the fight, man. What if your aunt and uncle were wrong? What if—”
I don’t let him finish. My hands fly forward, finding a grip on his sweatshirt, twisting the material, and shoving him into my bedroom wall with a thud. The other two watch as things escalate between us.
“I know exactly what happened. You’re either with me or against me on this one. There is no in-between. You can’t sit on the fence with this one.”
He shoves me back, stepping to the side, looking at me wryly. “I hear ya, man. I’m with you. I just wanted you to be sure. That’s a girl’s life down there ... what if she jumps off a fucking bridge because of something we do?”
A slow grin takes over my face just at the thought, watching him stare at me like the stranger I must look like.
“Then I guess we will see her in hell.”
Shaking my head, I get up and make my way to the door, heading downstairs. I know what I was told, and if they want to puss out, I’ll do it on my own. Leaning silently against the entryway into the kitchen, I survey the scene in front of me.
On one side of the counter is my mom and seated at the breakfast bar is Phoenix and Jonah. From what I hear, they are talking about the studio and the program they have with my school.
Taking a closer look at her now, what Stryker said is true; her picture does not do her justice. It’s going to be fun taking her down. Listening, I take note of the times she will be at the studio. This will make it easier to track her movements and who she’s with.
The first thing I need to do is make sure whatever is going on between her and Jonah doesn’t get off the ground. For what I have planned, I need her isolated and alone. Time to put on my game face.
“Well, hello, Phoenix. I can’t believe you’re finally here.” I immediately notice how her slender shoulders tense, and she clenches her fists in her lap. Yeah, that’s good tiny dancer, squirm a little, because when I’m done, you’re going to beg me to end it. I’m not the only one that notices the change in her demeanor.
Jonah looks from Phoenix to where I’m standing, his eyes narrow into thin slits. Clearly, he doesn’t like her reaction to me. He leans down and whispers something in her ear, making sure his eyes never leave me, confirming what I already know. He’s going to be a problem.
