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Chapter Twenty-Three
Logan
“You think this is funny, don’t you?”
What the fuck was Man-Bun thinking getting in my face like this. I saw them entering together when they first arrived, and since then, they’ve been attached at the hip all night. It took all I had not to march over and rip him away from her. She had actually gone and found herself a boyfriend. Well, he wouldn’t be around for long if I have anything to say about it.
“What do you think, Jonah? Of course it’s fucking funny!” Laughing as I step up into him. If he wants a fight—then I’m gonna give him one.
Shoving me back, he gets right into my face, “You don’t fucking get it, do you? Did you miss everything she just said? How far is too fucking far for you, asshole?”
Shoving me a final time, he turns to leave. “I’ll stop when she’s nothing.”
His fist came down so hard against my jaw that stars danced in the corners of my vision. I didn’t think he had it in him, but that motherfucker hit me. I can taste the metallic bite of blood as I swipe a thumb across my bottom lip. “Wrong move, fucktard.”
Lowering my head, I lunge, grabbing around his middle, and throwing him to the floor. I fall on top of him, slamming a few good punches into his face as he rolls us to the side.
“You’re a worthless sack of shit, Ducane.” I feel the cold kitchen tile against the back of my neck when he flips me over, throwing another blow into my aching jaw.
“Fuck you, Man-Bun, you’re fighting for a lost cause.”
The crowd around us seems to be closing in. People are shouting and screaming; I can feel hands pulling at our clothes trying to tear us apart as we go blow for bloody blow—it’s chaos. As I swing back, Jonah aims at my open ribs, crushing the air right out of my chest.
His friend is pulling him away as Taylah rushes into my side like a concerned fucking girlfriend.
“This isn’t over, Logan.” He strains forward against his friend’s hold. “Leave her the hell alone. You lost out, man. I have her now, and I won’t let you set her back.”
I lean up on my elbows, every muscle in my body screaming as he hovers over me. I feel Taylah’s grip on my bicep tighten possessively. If I wasn’t in so much pain right now, I would tell her to fuck right off.
“Logan’s not interested in passing around your little skank, you need to leave.” I didn’t have the strength to stop Taylah, but I didn’t need her lame-ass defense. I watched Jonah limp from the kitchen and out the front door before I could even take a breath and survey the damage. We really fucked this place up.
I hold a bag of frozen peas to my swollen eye, not feeling much like being here anymore. I’m over trying to figure out where the fuck Stryker ran off to. He’s been oddly silent since Taylah congratulated me for my daring move tonight.
I don’t have time for his bullshit, even if the entire senior class thinks this diary prank was me—it wasn’t. And I can’t sit around here while my tiny dancer thinks otherwise. I may have wanted to get my hands on her journals, but it was for me, not the whole fucking school.
As I pull my truck keys from my pocket, my muscles cry out in pain. Stryker can fucking walk for all I care—maybe he might find a set of balls on his way home. He didn't even try to help me out back there, not once. He is an issue I will need to address later, but right now, fuck him.
I spend my short drive in silence, thinking about who the diary thief could be. I’m the only other person who has a copy of her key outside of Mom. I don’t know who’s behind it, but I know how to find out.
When I pull into the driveway, I waste no time getting inside and upstairs to my room. I have hours of footage I’ve never even looked at. Settling in for the long haul, I make myself comfortable and click play.
As I’m pulling up the files, I wonder how much more shit I’d be in if I told Phe I had video evidence to clear my name. I don’t think I’d be able to explain the cameras very well.
There are hours of her just sleeping, and the one thing I am noticing is that she never has a good night’s sleep. I’m starting to wonder if she’s had one since she arrived. I fast-forward through hours of her tossing and turning in bed before I find what I’m looking for.
Spotting a shadow moving around the edge of her room makes my stomach drop. I freeze the frame to see it’s the same night I’d gone digging for her diary myself, only about an hour or so before I’d gone in.
That night hadn’t really yielded much for me; the place I’d seen her put her journals had been empty. I thought she’d moved them, but obviously now, I knew differently. I can’t believe what I’m seeing—it’s clearly a dude pacing her room in an oversized hoodie.
“Who the fuck are you …” I try to zoom in to see his face, but everything is so dark and grainy. I’m so angry watching this guy go through all her things while I was sitting right here in the next room, completely unaware.
My jaw clenches as I watch him move toward her bed, pulling her covers down to expose the curve of her hips peeking out from under her tank top and those long, lean legs she’s got wrapped around a pillow. A flash in his hands makes me jump to my feet in outrage—he’s fucking taking pictures of her while she’s sleeping.
Flexing my fists, I can’t believe what I’m seeing; but when he pulls a pair of panties from her dirty laundry basket, I feel sick. I pace the floor in front of my desk, scrubbing my hands helplessly through my hair as the figure slides into the chair next to the bed.
“Look at the camera asshole …” but he doesn’t. He’s unzipping his fucking pants. I can’t stop the bile that’s rushing up my throat as he brings her panties to his face with one hand and fists his cock with the other. He’s jacking off and watching her sleep. I bring the wastebasket to my face just in time to heave the entire contents of my stomach into it.
Who had a copy of the key? I had one for myself, I changed Mom’s key out when she was working in the yard, and I had one for Phe that Taylah switched out during gym class.
Fucking Taylah.
Taylah had Phe’s key for a full fucking day before gym. But that was before she had a personal problem with Phe ... wasn’t it? Could she have ... did she ... but who the fuck is that?”
All of this is my fault; I put her in danger. I have to fix this somehow, but I need to find Taylah first.
