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    “Hey, that was cool,” I marvel.
    “You can move much faster when you light drive.”
    “Light drive?”
    “Light drive—time travel sounds so twentieth century to me. So who’s Logan with now?”
    “Some girl named Carly. She just got back from New York. And by the way, the less of Logan we discuss the better.” I can’t bare the thought of his hands on her body, wanting her the way I wish he would want me.
    I rub my temples and resist the urge to chase him down and beat the crap out of him. The insanity that has become my life keeps shooting my emotions to hel . I don’t know whether to cry or kil .
    “Carly Foster?” She snarls. “I hate her. Don’t buy that forever miss goody two shoes shit. I have enough dirt on her to bury her ten feet deep.”
    She rakes a brush through her hair. “She’s done if she sniffs around Logan while I’m around.”
    “Huh.” I lean back in the chair and rol gently on the casters. “You want to fil me in on anything?”
    “No.” She flicks a finger in the air. “Go. You’re ruining my night. I’ve got serious things to record.” She brandishes her diary in the air.
    “I want to see my dad. I want you to come with me.”
    “No.” She gets down on the floor and leans against her bed. “Just go, Skyla I’ve never bothered you once—dreams don’t count.”
    I hop down and take a seat next to her.
    “Chloe, please. I can’t stand how much I miss him, and now with Logan pulverizing me every time I see him…” I let my words hang there. A giant egg of grief dams up my throat.
    “Logan? Pulverize?” Her face contorts. “Doesn’t sound like the Logan I know.”
    “He says we can’t be together because we’re both,” I shrug, “Celestra. He’s serious too. He’s been dripping al over Carly, and we had this huge fight in front of everyone. Then there was the incident of me making out with Gage.”
    “You kissed Gage?” She snatches up my wrist as though I were a shoplifter.
    “Yes. Gage… real y seems to like me. He’s my fake boyfriend.” I say it like it should make total sense. “Anyway, he’s a good kisser and he’s never done a single thing to hurt me, so why do I stil want Logan?”
    “Logan,” she laughs when she says his name. “Don’t be stupid. Everyone wants Logan. And besides, how do you think I feel knowing he’s with you? Or was—whatever.
    She runs her finger around the outside edge of her diary, lost in thought.
    “You know what?” She starts in slow. “I think I wil help you find your dad. But don’t tel Logan, he’s total y against it. He won’t even visit me.”
    Her forehead wrinkles, and she looks down at the floor as though she were about to dril a hole through it with the intensity.
    “I’m sorry.” I’ve never thought of that. Why isn’t Logan visiting Chloe? “I know he thinks it’s predestined for you,” I don’t say the words, to die.
    “Oh it is, sort of.” She nods as though she’s ful y accepted this. But there are things even Logan doesn’t understand.” She gives a sharp smile. “But I do, that’s al that’s important.”
    “Why would you want Logan to visit if he’s already here?”
    “I want future Logan.” She stares off with a blank expression. “We have things to discuss—private things.”
    “You seem to be chock ful of secrets, don’t you?”
    “You seem to want them al , don’t you?” She matches my tone.
    “Take me to my dad, and I won’t harass you for them.”
    “No, you’l just wait to read them in my diary.” Her eyes circle over the pale blue rectangle in her hands.
    I don’t say anything. She’s right, and she knows it.
    “I haven’t read it yet.”
    “Oh, Skyla.” She gives a devious laugh. Her eyes glint in the light, a rare shade of amber, and it’s at that moment I realize she has eyes the exact same color as Logan’s. “I know you haven’t read it yet.” Her face explodes with amusement. “And when you do, I’m sure I’l hear about