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“Who was it?” Allie asks from behind me.
“Logan. He’s brought a movie and pizza,” I tell her, hoping she won’t disappear to her room.
She doesn’t seem happy, but I know she’s trying hard not to show her disapproval about him coming here, especially since it’s half nine at night.
“I’ll go—” she starts to make an excuse, but I cover her mouth with my hand, shaking my head.
“Oh no, you don’t. You can stay with me and watch whatever movie he’s got. If it’s blood and gore, we both know I’ll need you,” I say lightly, though I’m dead serious. I remember the last time I let Logan choose a movie. I ended up running to the bathroom and throwing up. His mum made me leave shortly after. When I got home, my mum thought I’d been drinking. I was ill for days afterwards. It’s why I hate watching any kind of gruesome movies. Well, that and the fact they’re just downright gross.
“Okay, but I’m going to get changed,” she groans and moves to her room. I frown when I notice she’s wearing her pyjama shorts and tank top. It’s not like they’re revealing. It has me looking down at my own attire, and I realise I should probably go and put on something else too.
As I rush into my room, I begin to strip my shorts off and change into some loose pyjama trousers. I throw on my oversized hoody, before I make my way back down the hall just in time for his knock on the front door.
I smile wide when I open the door and see Logan, but it soon slips when I see he isn’t alone. He’s brought his friend Jamie with him. I can’t say I’m exactly thrilled about seeing him here. There’s just something about him that freaks me out.
“Willow, my bestie. We bring you gifts,” Logan booms, holding a pizza box up to my face. The smell of pepperoni would normally have my mouth watering, but with the Chinese I just ate my body weight in, the smell actually makes me feel a little queasy.
In his other hand, he holds up a DVD. The cover has me squealing with glee. “Is thatMockingJay Part Two?”I shout, snatching it out of his hands.
“Yeah.” He steps into the hallway. His gaze moves over my shoulder at the same time I hear Allie step out of her bedroom. “Joining us, Allie, or are you going to mope in your room and read all night?”
Allie doesn’t answer him. Instead, she looks at me and forces a smile. “Want me to grab some Pepsi?”
I’m about to tell her I’d love some when Jamie steps forward, interrupting. “We got beers and wine,” he states, his voice deep. He also looks high and in need of a good shower, but I don’t comment on either.
“I’ll just have a Pepsi, thanks,” Allie remarks politely.
“You can’t just have one? Or are you too stuck up to drink my wine now?” Logan asks her, his voice snarky and kind of mean. Not a tone I’ve heard from him before. Since everything’s happened, I can’t stop myself from overanalysing everything he does now.
“Logan,” I snap, furious he’d talk to her like that. She’s only ever been polite to him, just like now. “If you’re going to be an arsehole, you can just leave now.” My voice is firm, angry, and I hope he reads the truth in my words. He means a lot to me, but Allie means a lot more.
“Babe.” He smirks. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from growling in annoyance at him calling me by that awful nickname, and the fact he finds this amusing. “I’m only playing.”
“I don’t care, Logan. There’s no need to be rude when she’s been nothing but polite. And for the love of God, stop calling me babe.”
“Hey, it’s fine. One glass won’t hurt,” Allie rushes in, her voice quiet as she grabs the carrier bag from Jamie.
“I’ll pour them,” Jamie adds quickly, ready to take the bag back.
“I can do it,” she tells him, heading into the kitchen.
I don’t want her to feel pressured to drink, just so it keeps the peace. I don’t want her to have to put up with his attitude just for me either. This is her home too.
“Come on, I’ll put the movie on. But, Logan,” I warn, meeting his gaze. “You talk to her like that again, you’ll have to leave. I won’t have her being treated like that.”
He pouts, giving me those sad eyes of his that I can’t stay mad at. Needing to look away before I do something stupid and forgive him, I go to leave. I take one step forward, when two large arms wrap around me, carrying me into the front room. Once I’m back on my feet, I turn, a grin on my face as I playfully slap Logan’s arms away. “You stink of beer.”
“Only had two, babe. And I promise, I’ll be on my best behaviour.” He salutes, then chuckles when he sees the food containers on the coffee table. “You ate? I brought pizza for us.”
I leave him to sulk so I can put the movie on. “It’s gone half nine, Logan. Not everyone eats late.”
“True,” he comments, taking the pizza box from Jamie and sitting down on the sofa.
The movie is ready to press play when Allie walks back in with drinks in her hands.
“Here you go,” she says to Jamie, passing him his bottle. Walking over, I help her by taking mine and Logan’s, placing both on the coffee table before grabbing the remote.
“Don’t press play,” Logan warns. I watch as he rips the pizza lid off, then throws half of the pizza onto it. He doesn’t stop there though; both he and Jamie pile their boxes with our leftover Chinese.
