there when I
pulled into the parking lot. I had to take a few deep breaths
before I went in. My stomach had been in knots all day. Why? I
wasn’t for sure. Ethan was long gone, and I used to love hanging
out there. Logan opened my door. I had to admit I was so lost in my
thoughts I never saw him walk up to the car. He took my hand in
his. It felt wrong, but I didn’t pull away. He was a sweet guy. A
little nerdy with his black rectangular glasses and wavy
mousey-brown hair. His eyes were green not brown and no dimples
appeared when he smiled, both prerequisites for me now.
He chose a booth in the corner
behind a large column and then proceeded to order two beers. He was
nervous, and I wondered if he wasn’t under the impression that it
was more of a date than I ever meant it to be.
“Logan, I’m not
twenty-one.” I didn’t drink, and the fear I had of turning into my
mom kept the desire to drink away.
“If you get
arrested I’ll visit you in jail.” Logan said with a wink.
I pulled my hair down out of its
loose bun and started to order a latte, when I heard him. Though we
only shared two nights together, his voice was forever seared in my
mind.
“Beautiful,
Dylan,” Ethan said, his voice rung throughout the room. I turned
around to catch him propped against a column, smiling. “You’ll need
a good lawyer, if you get arrested and all.” He laughed and
motioned to the mugs on the table.
“Ethan,” I managed to get out
before a leggy brunette walked up. She smiled and wrapped her arms
around Ethan’s neck. I wanted to puke. The man I had spent a year
mourning had moved on . . . to a slut no less.
He patted her backside. “Babe, you
need to go.” He handed her some cash. “Catch a cab. I need to talk
to this pretty, little lady.” He motioned his head in my
direction.
“What?” she asked and leaned back
to look in his eyes. “You have to be kidding me.”
“Babe, it was fun, but it’s over.”
He said with a smirk. The bimbo narrowed her eyes. She opened her
mouth to argue, but grabbed the cash out of his hand instead, and
stormed out. I couldn’t blame her for being mad. I’d experienced
first-hand how Ethan made you feel and how quickly he could dump
your ass.
Ethan shifted in the booth beside
me as if nothing had happened. He crossed his arms and nodded to
Logan. “We need to talk, Privy?” He smiled at me. I wanted to hate
him. He left me without even a phone call. But his smile made
hating him impossible. Just the feel of his leg rubbing against
mine sent a prickling across my skin.
“I have nothing to say to you.” I
reached for Logan’s hand and tried to smile my sweetest smile at
him. “Plus, I already have a real man to talk to.”
Ethan placed his hand over his
heart as if he had been wounded. “That hurts. Dylan, I’m not
leaving again.” He looked back at Logan. “Enjoy my girl tonight.”
Ethan said through gritted teeth and slammed his fist on the table
with such force he made the plates bounce and me jump. He slid out
of the booth and took a seat directly across from us.
“Are you dating
that asshole?” Logan asked.
I shook my head. “I had a couple
of dates with him a long time ago. He means nothing to me.” I
glanced over at him knowing that was the blackest of lies. It
hadn’t been a day that I hadn’t thought about him. Seeing him made
my heart leap in my chest.
“Good,” Logan said
with a megawatt smile. He pulled out a green folder and neatly
tucked inside was a completed report. “I got bored last night, hope
you don’t care.”
I smiled, the joy of having a
brilliant pre-med student as your biology lab partner.
“Plus, I would rather enjoy your
smile than work on this tonight anyway.”
Logan took my hand in his and
stroked his thumb over mine. He should’ve been the one that made me
smile. I couldn’t even fathom how having someone like him in my
life would have