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“Please just give me a chance to explain.”
I scoff bitterly, shaking my head. “How did you do it?”
He blinks at me. “What do you mean?”
“How did you sleep with her and then come back to me, pretending like nothing was going on? You never showed any signs of guilt or one ounce of regret that would raise suspicion. I have known you my whole life and never imagined you would be capable of this. Who the hell are you, Logan? Do I even know you at all?”
“I did feel regret,” he snaps back. “But I had no other choice. She was blackmailing me.”
My brows draw in. “Blackmailing you?” I ask incredulously. “With what?”
“She told me if I didn’t keep sleeping with her, she was going to tell you.”
“What exactly did she have on you to blackmail you with in the first place?”
He rakes his fingers through his hair, looking down to the ground. “We hooked up at Connor’s party.”
I suck in a sharp breath as my whole body jolts back in shock at his admission.
I was at that party.
It was right after a football game, and I was so exhausted I went home early. Before I left, we had sex in the bathroom, during which he told me how much he loved me.
The anger that was simmering below the surface bubbles up and boils, flooding my veins with a scorching fury. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I scream at him. “So having me wasn’t enough. You had to sleep with her on the same night?”
“I was high!” he roars.
“You make me sick!”
Before he can answer, the door opens, and Miss Brennan, my English teacher, steps out into the hall. “What’s going on here?” She looks back and forth between us, her expression softening when her eyes land on mine.
I’m guessing she heard everything, which means so did the whole class.
Well, that’s just great.
My personal life has become a soap opera for the whole school’s entertainment. I wonder if anyone remembered to bring popcorn.
“Nothing, Miss Brennan,” Logan replies quickly. “I was just leaving.”
“Well, I suggest you get moving, Logan. As you are aware, Mr. Phillips does not tolerate tardiness,” she says with an air of finality that should have him moving along, but instead, he continues to stand there staring at me.
After a moment, He nods his head reluctantly. “I will see you later, Ava.” He turns and walks away.
Like hell you will, I think to myself as I walk into class.
When I enter the classroom,all eyes are on me. Looking around, I spot an empty desk near the back and make my way over to it, ignoring the whispers from my classmates as I walk by them.
I have no doubt that the dramatic showdown we just had outside of class will hit the gossip pool by lunch. Maybe I should start charging the students a fee for the live show.
Plonking down on my seat with a huff, I pull out the books and stationery from my bag and slap them down on my desk.
I look around for my pencil, then start getting pissed off at the fact I can’t find it.
“Ava,” a deep gravelly voice speaks, and I turn to see Mason sitting right beside me, holding out his hand. Glancing down, I notice he has my pencil in his grip. “You dropped your pencil.”
I give him a grateful smile and reach out to take it, but as my finger accidentally brushes against his, a warm tingle radiates up my arm from the connection of our skin, and I frown in confusion at the strange sensation.
“Okay, class,” Miss Brennan calls out to get everyone’s attention, and I remove the pencil from his hand, giving him a warm smile.
