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He takes in a deep breath, and I’m sure he’s not going to answer me. But he surprises me when he does.
“I saw him last night. He was with a group of lads from the team.”
“So why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, feeling slightly hurt.
“Honestly? I thought you were blowing me off. When I texted you last night, you said you had plans with Alec, but then he turned up at the bar I was drinking at, so I presumed you were lying. It’s why I texted you so much today,” he admits sheepishly.
“First off, I’d never lie to you. Secondly, you still should have called me to call me out for bullshitting if you really believed I was blowing you off. Or at least called him out.”
“I know that, babe, but with mine and Alec’s history, do you really think approaching him would have been a good idea? I thought it was best to keep out of it.”
I don’t answer him. I think about what he said, and I know deep down he’s right. I can’t expect him to get involved in my relationship. Plus, if he really did think I was blowing him off, then his ego was most likely bruised and he was nursing it.
“C’mon, let’s get you a drink and cheer you up,” he tells me, swinging his arm around my shoulders.
“Now you’re talking.” I smile, but it doesn’t reach my eyes.
The further we walk down the corridor, the louder the music gets. I can hear a bunch of people already, and I look to Logan with a raised eyebrow.
“Howbigis this party?” I ask warily.
“Big.” He smirks. I understand the reason for his cockiness when we round the corner. “Our neighbour has opened his place up too. One of the guys has set up the speakers so that it’s connected throughout both flats.”
“Who are all these people?” I ask in awe. I’m so glad I didn’t go all out with my outfit choice and just kept it casual.
I’m wearing black leggings, brown ankle boots, and a dark army green shirt that has cuffs just above the elbow. The collar normally has to be buttoned up to the top, a brooch or a bowtie at the neck, but the look doesn’t suit me as much as it does Allie, so I left the top few buttons undone.
I left my hair down, my waves from last night still in, giving it a looser and wavier look.
I kept my makeup light, only using the bare minimum, but went all out with concealer and foundation.
“Friends? Friends of friends?” He shrugs, not caring who they are whilst wearing a smug grin. He doesn’t seem to care as long as people are having fun.
Logan has always loved to party, but this? This is something else entirely. There are people littered everywhere, filling the hallway and the doorway. When we manage to squeeze through the crowds of people blocking the entrance, I get my first look inside. I have to take in a deep breath to brace myself. It’s just as packed inside as it is outside, people barely fitting in the two large flats.
I’m actually impressed. The place is pumping, and there are disco lights all over the room, giving it a nightclub feel.
“Woah,” I say under my breath, though it’s not like anyone would have heard me even if I shouted it at the top of my lungs.
“Want a beer or some girly shit?” Logan asks, his voice barely audible over people singing and talking and the music blaring. I have to laugh when he uses hand gestures to double check I understood he asked if I wanted a drink.
I nod. He takes my hand and pulls me behind him as he manoeuvres us safely through the crowd of people. He nods at some people as we pass by, sometimes stopping to actually say hello and giving the lads a man hug and girls kisses on the cheek.
When we finally make it to the open kitchen, I actually breathe a little easier. The window is open so it’s not as stuffy in here as it is in the living area and hallway.
“Jesus, when you said party, I thought you meant a few close friends. I didn’t expect this,” I tell him, waving my hand in the air, indicating to the mass of people enjoying their night.
“This? This is nothing,” he states, handing me a cold beer. When he leans against the counter, I follow suit, taking the cleared space next to him.
I look out at the crowd of people, watching but not really seeing them as I sip my beer. My mind is lost, thinking about Alec. He was so angry with me for no apparent reason. He should have understood since he did stand me up. And so what if I made plans? He makes them, cancels them, and has no care about who he lets down doing it.
When he said he was sorry, I believed him, and I’m sure there’s a part of him that truly was sorry. But the fact he expected me to drop everything at the click of his fingers just proves he wasn’t really sorry at all. Otherwise, he would have understood why I wouldn’t cancel my plans with Logan. And don’t even get me started on the fact he booked another table before even asking me. He was just so sure of himself and certain I’d forgive him. Now, I wish I threw that at him and called him out before he stormed out on me.
It makes me want to call him up and have it out with him again, ask him why he was so sure I’d forgive him and ask why he was such a prick.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Logan shouts over the music, nudging me.
Shaking away my dampened thoughts, I give Logan a sad smile. “This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have come,” I admit. “I’m in no mood to party. I’m just going to kill your buzz.”
