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“That makes absolutely no sense,” I say.
“It does in my head.”
“I’m sure a lot of things make sense in your head that don’t make sense in real life.”
Chloe ignores me. “Like tonight. You obviously want to hang out with him, but he’s ditched you, probably so he can hook up with one of the popular girls.”
Her words strike me like stones. And while I know there’s absolutely no way Logan’s lusting after girls right now, I can’t help my instant reaction to the idea of Logan hooking up with someone else.
Chloe’s watching me closely. Her eyes widen as her smile fades. I try to school my face back to neutral, but I’m too late.
“Oh fuck, itislike that, isn’t it?” she says.
I rub a hand over my face. “Like what?” I finally manage to make myself ask weakly.
But Chloe gives me a look to let me know she can see straight through me like I’m a ghost.
“Shit, Jake, you can’t fall for the gorgeous straight rugby captain. He’ll rip your heart out.”
Logan isn’t straight. She’s got that part wrong. But I’m starting to wonder whether the second part of her statement is possible. That Logan will rip my heart out.
24
Logan
After the game, I hang out with the guys at Brewer’s house.
It’s almost like old times.
Except when Smith starts hassling me about Annaliese, and I tell him things are over between us.
“What’s the problem? You couldn’t keep up with the pace demanded by a university girl?” he asks.
“Plenty more fish in the sea.” I trot out the worst cliché known to man. Especially since the other day in biology, we watched a documentary about overfishing which made it clear there is no factual basis to that statement whatsoever.
Brewer watches the whole interaction from under a scowling brow. “I think the key question is what species Logan is after,” he interjects.
My heart almost stops. Fuck. Is this it? Is he going to out me right here and now? I thought he was all about maintaining the cohesiveness of the team before the championship?
I raise my gaze to his, staring him down.
“I think you’d go for a stingray,” Brewer continues, our eyes locked together. “Something that looks graceful and shit but can kill you with a swipe of its tail.”
Fuck. I don’t need to have advanced comprehension skills to read the meaning in his words.
“Luckily, I’m not planning on actually dating fish,” I say, looking away.
“Maybe you should go for a mermaid,” Smithy says.
“I’ve always wanted to know how you shag a mermaid,” Mazza pipes up.
I blink. Did I just hear that right?
“What do you mean?” Luckily Smithy asks the question so I don’t have to.
“Well, they’ve got a tail instead of…you know…”
“Fuck, Mazza, it sounds like you’ve given this some thought.”
