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“Exactly!” Eloise gives Logan a high five.
“Listen,” I sigh. “I understand I shouldn’t be sitting around waiting for him to come back when he was the one that left, but if he ever came back, I would be with him all over again.” The confession feels like a weight being lifted off my chest.
“It sounds like you’re in love with him,” Winnie says.
I don’t deny it. “There’s nothing I can do about it now.”
“Maybe you should call him,” Luke suggests.
I consider it for a moment. Maybe Ishouldcall him, but I know I won’t.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
97 days until graduation
I wasn’t in London for very long before I was back in Hartford-Brainard Airport, ready to make things right.
No one knows I’m here. No one except my dad knows I’m back in Connecticut.
I pull my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans as I drag my luggage through the airport terminal.
The first person I call is Logan, and when he picks up, I can tell by the background he’s at a party. “Jameson, hey!” He yells over the noise before it becomes quieter.
I’m assuming he went outside, because the only sound I hear is passing wind.
“Hey, I have a favor to ask you,” I say as I take a seat, leaving my luggage on the floor by my feet.
“Uh, I don’t know how much help I’ll be from a different continent, but sure,” he replies.
I look around the airport, almost laughing to myself at the irony. “Well, good thing we’re not in different continents, because my favor is asking you to pick me up from the airport.”
“Right now?” He asks. “You’re in Connecticut?”
“Yeah, I just landed,” I sigh. “I fucked up, Logan.”
“Trust me, I know.” He laughs before adding, “You’re lucky I haven’t had a drink yet.” I hear a car door shut.
“Where are you?” I ask, wondering what party he’s at.
His answer has my stomach feeling heavy, “Gen’s birthday party.”
I look down at my phone to see the date. February 18th. I would never admit to knowing her birthday before today, but I remember it from the glimpse I got of her college applications when we were in the bookstore together months back.
Logan notices my silence, saying, “I’ll be there in an hour.” Then, the line goes dead.
This is going to be one hell of a night.
“Okay, what’s the plan?” Logan asks when I get in the car after I put my luggage in the trunk. “Where are we going?”
I’m taken back to the first time I met Logan. It was just like this when he picked me up from the airport, except that time I didn’t have much of a reason for being here.
“Genevieve’s birthday party,” I tell him as he pulls away from the curb.
Logan looks over at me. “So, that’s why you came back.” He doesn’t phrase it as a question, almost like he already knew the answer.
“That wasn’t how I should have left things,” I say, not giving him much.
“I think we both know that you shouldn't have left at all,” Logan chides, pulling onto the freeway. “Gen was angrier at you for leaving than she ever was when you two were sharing Valedictorian.”
