More Than Her (26 page)

Until the day I saw Logan at the library, and it felt like my past, my life, my world
—
all of it
—
came crashing down around me.

Like I said
—
Almost.

Logan

I barely saw her for two days. If we were home at the same time, she ignored me. The truth was I wanted to see her, more than anything. But I knew I shouldn't. So I didn’t. Instead, I let her believe that I was an asshole. I am. But not for the reasons she thought.

"Amandaaaa! Your boy's home!" an unfamiliar voice boomed from the front door. I could hear Ethan laughing, then Amanda squealing. I opened my door the same time she did, but she didn't notice me.

She practically ran down the hallway. I followed because I'm a nosy, jealous, asshole.

Some guy had his arms around her, spinning her around. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. It was like Tyson all over again.

"Dude," she said, as he placed her back on the floor. "E didn't tell me you were coming!"

"I wanted to surprise you."

She had a huge grin on her face. "How long are you here for?"

They talked for a few more minutes. Nobody bothered to introduce me. I just stood there with my hands in my pockets feeling like a loser.

"I gotta go to work," she said, "but afterwards, you're all mine, okay?"

He nodded, as she turned and went back to her room, brushing past me. She didn't even acknowledge me.

I watched the dick stare at her ass as she walked away. "Holy shit, Amanda!" he shouted, "Yoga must be working. You're ass is fucking incredible."

She laughed.

Fucking laughed.

Who the fuck is this dick?

Ethan went to the kitchen, Dick followed behind him.

I was still fucking invisible.

"Ethan, man," I heard Dick say, trying to keep his voice low. "Amanda's gotten hot. Like really fucking hot."

I cleared my throat as I entered the room, glaring at Dick as I did.

"Oh hey, man," he had his hand out, "Tristan."

I looked at his hand, ignored it, then open the fridge for a bottle of water. I glared at him. "You think it's okay to talk about your friend's sister like that?"

His eyes widened slightly, then slowly, a smirk appeared. This dick was actually smirking at me.

"Aah," he said, nodding his head.

What the fuck did that mean? I crossed my arms over my chest. "Maybe you should have a little more respect, don't you think?"

I don't care who this guy was; he couldn't talk about Amanda like that.

I heard him chuckle, then Ethan walked up to him, pat his shoulder a few times, and left the room.

Dick straightened up and squared his shoulders.

I sized him up. I could take him.

I took a step forward.

He did the same.

"I've known her since we were five," he started, "then through her teenage years. You know, when her body started to develop." He motioned tits with his hands, because clearly he was twelve fucking years old.

My eyes narrowed.

He continued. "She was cute in high school, but she was Ty's. Now though..." he trailed off and licked his lips.

"Watch your next words asshole." I ground out. I cracked my knuckles with my thumbs. I
wanted
him to continue. I wanted a reason to hit him.

His smirk got wider.

I wanted to remove it with my fist.

"Now though, I bet she'd be fucking dynamite in the sack."

I shoved him. Hard.

He fell back and hit the wall.

Ethan walked in.

Dick started laughing.

Ethan shook his head.

"Tris, don't fuck with him like that."

Dick, aka Tristan, continued to laugh. I shoved him again.

"Logan," Ethan warned. "He's being an asshole. He's just fucking with you. He's gay."

"What?" I looked him up and down. He didn't
look
gay.

"Don't look at me like that," Tristan said, "I might get the wrong idea."

Ethan chuckled.

"You don't look gay," I stupidly said.

"We're not all fairies and feathers you know?"

Ethan chimed in, "I'm taking Amanda to work. I'll be back soon."

"Looks like it's just you and me," Tristan said, blowing me a kiss.

I couldn't help but laugh.

I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and handed one to him. We spent the time Ethan was gone getting to know each other. I remembered his name from Ty's story. And even though he fucked with my head, I couldn't not have respect for him.

***

"I didn't come out to my parents until the day I left for college."

"Yeah? That must've sucked."

"Yeah," he said, shrugging. "I spent most of my high school years so far in the closet I was having adventures in Narnia."

I choked on my beer, swallowed, and then laughed.

So did he.

"Amanda's actually the first person I told."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, I didn't know how Ethan would react, you know?"

"He's your best friend, right?"

"Yeah, he is. It's not that I thought it would ruin our friendship or anything. It was just the initial reaction that scared me. I knew he'd be okay with it eventually."

"How did he react?"

He chuckled. "He asked if I thought gay dudes would think he was hot. I told him yes and he high-fived me. That was that."

***

They all planed a party that night. I didn’t even know if I was invited. It was in my own damn house.

"You should invite your friends," Tristan told me. At least he cared about me. "Invite Jake Andrews, he's hot. You're friends with him, right?"

"You're using me for my hot friends?"

"Are
you
gay?"

"Nope."

"Then you're useless to me."

***

I invited my friends, and they all showed up. Turned out Amanda already invited them. Sometimes I forgot that she was friends with them too.

I did my best to avoid her, but when I got into the kitchen and saw her sitting on the counter, with that asshole from her work standing in front of her, something in me snapped.

Amanda

He walked into the kitchen and froze mid stride. I was sitting on the counter, with Tony standing in front of me. Tony and I had fooled around a little before Logan showed up. I called it off the second I felt the slightest thing for Logan. I'm not one of those wishy-washy girls that stays with someone or leads them on if there's a chance that my mind might
—
even for a second
—
wander to someone else.

Obviously.

Exhibit A - Tyson Landry.

Logan casually opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. My eyes stayed focused on him, waiting for him to leave. But he didn't. Instead, he leaned on the counter opposite us, crossed his legs at his ankles, and folded his arms over his chest. He took a long sip of his beer. His eyes never left mine. Then with beer in hand, he saluted me. "Carry on," he said, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Tony shook his head before leaning in to say something, his hand rubbed my arm, but I don't know what he said, because all I could see was Logan. His eyes were bloodshot as they narrowed to slits. He pushed off the counter and walked up to us. "A word?" he said lazily.

Tony turned to him, "Rude much? We're in the middle of something here."

Logan glared at him, then lifted his index finger in the air, twirling it around. "You see this?" he asked, his chin lifting.

Tony looked around the kitchen, confusion all over his face. "See what, Asshole? There's nothing."

"Exactly." Logan smirked, moving so he was in front of me. "That's all the fucks I give."

Then he lifted me over his shoulder, walked us out of the kitchen, and into his room.

Logan

"What do you want Matthews?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Why the fuck are you letting him touch you like that?"

I knew I'd lost it
—
the control I should have in this situation. But I couldn't fucking help it.

"Like what? His hand on my fucking arm!" She was pissed. "Why the fuck do you even care? You've made it clear that you don't want me. So what is this? You don't want me but no one else can have me?"

"Yes!" I yelled, before settling down. "I mean no. Fuck, Amanda. I don't know!" My hands went into my hair, clasping my fingers behind my head. I started pacing the floor, wondering how the fuck I was going to make sense of this shit.

"You don't know?!" she repeated, anger laced in her voice. "You don't fucking know!" She screamed louder. "Maybe that's the problem, Logan. Maybe that's always been the problem. You just Don
’
t. Fucking. Know!"

She took a deep breath in, calming herself down. "I can't believe I fucking let this happen again, what the hell is wrong with me?" She shook her head, talking to herself. "And the thing is
—
I forgave you. After the shit you pulled that summer I just
forgave
you. Like it didn't even happen. Like it didn't matter. When it fucking did. You know how much it mattered."

I just stood there, hands in pockets, because I had no words.

Nothing.

"You know when you moved in, I had no choice. I thought, fuck it. Just treat him like you would any other asshole. I would have been happy to forget about it, Logan. I would have been happy to just be
friends
with you, and move on. But
you
—
you
were the one that kept pushing this. Not me. And now?
Now
you don't know what you want."

Silence.

Followed by more silence.

Because as much as I wanted to tell her something
—
anything. I couldn
’
t.

So I didn't.

I just stood there and let myself be the pathetic fuck-up that I was.

"You know what the worst part is, Logan?" She moved so she was right in front of me.

I kept looking at the floor.

"Look at me!" she yelled.

So I did.

And the second I did, I regretted it. There was rage and anger and sadness in her eyes. But what hurt the most were her tears. Those same fucked up tears I always caused.

She took in a deep breath, making sure that I
saw
her. "The worst part is that you and me
—
we could have been amazing. We could have had it all, Logan. Everything. And you fucked it up."

Then she laughed once. That bitter fucking laugh. "I'm done, Logan." She motioned her finger between us. "You and me
—
we're done." She wasn't angry anymore. She wasn't bitter or even upset. She was exactly what she said she is
—
done.

She brushed past me and walked towards the door, stopping just before her hand reached the handle.

"Logan," she said over her shoulder, "you need to find somewhere else to live."

She wiped her face, before opening the door and leaving.

She bumped into Jake on her way out, who looked confused to see her. Then he glimpsed into my room, saw me, then looked back at her, and then me again.

He cautiously walked into my room and sat on my desk chair.

"What's up?" he said casually.

"Nothing." I threw my body backwards onto the bed and covered my eyes with my forearm.

"That didn't look like nothing to me." He cleared his throat. "What's the deal? You into her?"

"Have you been living under a fucking rock? You know I'm in to her. Don't be an asshole."

He laughed. "Dude, I just didn't want to make any assumptions. You know what happened the last time I assumed you were into someone."

I did. It was that day with Micky.

"So what's the problem?" he continued. "She doesn't want you?"

I sighed out loud and sat up so I could face him.

"She
does
want me, that
is
the problem."

His eyebrows bunched together. "I'm sorry, man. I'm a little buzzed, so you're going to have to help me out here." He shook his head slowly. "What's the problem?"