Page 85 of Broken Promises

“What did he do?”

“He hates my phone so he bought me a new one. I haven’t put my sim card in it yet, I don’t really want to,” I grumbled, pulling the offending device out of my pocket alongside my trusty one. “I don’t even really know how to work this thing.”

“May I?” he asked, waiting for me to hand them over so he could take my sim out and slide it into the new one, turning it on.“You’ve played games and stuff on mine, it’s not too different. This is just a lot newer.”

He showed me a few of the apps since it seemed Ander had taken it upon himself to load a bunch on there for me, and once I was logged into my socials and checked to make sure my contacts were all there, I sighed. “I’m going to need a seriously decent protective case on this thing.”

“Tell Mr. Money Bags to buy you one since it was his idea to give you the phone in the first place,” Logan scoffed.

“I don’t like owing people. You know that.”

“He might not be my favorite person right now, but I promise you his gifts don’t come with strings attached.”

I frowned, turning to look at him. “Why are you annoyed with him?”

He blew out a breath, managing to look embarrassed. “I’m just jealous, that’s all. I saw you kissing him after the fight.”

“Oh,” I said softly, feeling a little guilty for it. I could kiss who I wanted, especially since it was Logan’s fault that it was no longer him I was kissing, but I didn’t want to rub it in his face.

“I’m happy for you though, you know?” he continued, forcing a smile.

“Logan—”

“I mean it. I miss my best friend, and if having girl talk about Lavaro makes you happy, I’ll do it,” he insisted, making me wince.

“That’s a bad idea.”

“No, it’s not. I know it might seem weird, but you can still talk to me about anything. You probably don’t need to, now that you have Beckett, but I’m still here,” he promised.

We wandered the mall for a while, talking about the things he’d been doing with Jett and how it was going for me to be working for Rory.

We browsed in shops that we could never afford, buying a donut each at a cute little stand on our way through to the parking lot, and I hated to admit that I didn’t want him to go just yet.

I kept my mouth shut though as we had a cigarette together before he unlocked his car, pausing to look at me.

“Do you want me to do your hair?”

Logan always did my hair. I didn’t need girlfriends as a teenager, he was more than happy to do girly stuff with me.

“You don’t have to, I can make Zav do it,” I replied, but he gave me a grin.

“C’mon, he fucked it up last time and left a spot. I have the house to myself today, so I can do your hair then I’ll take you home after.”

“Can I drive?” I barely had the words out before he was tossing the keys to me.

I caught them, moving towards the driver’s side and handing him my small bag once he was in the passenger seat. I liked being able to drive, so I didn’t rush, enjoying the trip to Beckett’s.

I parked in the driveway and switched off the engine, handing the keys back to Logan so he could unlock the house. It was strange being here without Beckett, and I almost felt like I shouldn’t have been here.

“I’ll grab you a shirt to wear so you don’t stain your skin,” he said as he started to walk to the bedroom.

“I’ll ruin your shirt instead then.”

“The blue won’t mark the black. It’s fine,” he called as he disappeared, coming back a moment later. I took the shirt and followed him into the bathroom, watching him snag a stool from the kitchen counter on his way.

He turned to give me privacy as I tugged my shirt and bra off, replacing them with his shirt, then I sat on the stool to find he’d already mixed up the dye and had the gloves on ready to go.

It was relaxing as he coated each section of my hair in the dye, making sure the roots were all covered before doing the rest. I could just shut my brain off and let him do his thing.

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