Don't Let Me Fall(50)

Professor Red and Roberts walked down the hall together. They both stared wide-eyed at me as they took in my outfit. “Ms. Mercer,” Professor Roberts said. “Please see to it that

Ms. Lennox doesn’t freeze to death before she gets to my class. We have to be outside today.” The two nodded a hello then walked their separate ways.

In the beginning of the year, I went to class to drool over him. Now, I just want to roll my eyes and walk away. I’m not feeling it. I’m not feeling anything right now. I’m stuck

thinking about Alice and what her parents want to do. Those f-ucking *s are bringing me down just when I got back up.

Logan’s fingers ran up my arm and I saw his brows furrow. “You’re freezing. Rebeckah, it’s like twenty-five degrees outside.” I’m crazy. I know. You know this too.

“Maybe you two should f-uck in an empty room. Heat you right up,” Aimee said nudging my arm with a playful smile on her lips. “I’ll take notes for you,” she said walking into

Professor Red’s class.

“Here,” Logan said pulling his sweater off. “Keep yourself warm. Temperature is going to drop even more.”

I wouldn’t have taken it but I did for two reasons. One being I don’t want to walk around without a sweater and two being that I know it will smell like him. And that might take

my mind off things for a bit.

I was going to walk into class and leave it at that but instead I leaned into Logan and kissed him quickly. I caught him off guard. I caught myself off guard. I don’t know why I

did it but it felt nice.

“Thanks,” I said softly.

“For what?” Logan asked confused.

I don’t blame him. I’m hot and cold. I’m weird. I’m very hard to deal with.

“For dealing with me. And you didn’t kiss me goodnight,” I said raising an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, is it my fault your brother kidnapped you?”

“You should’ve kidnapped me from being kidnapped.”

“I’ll remember that for next time.”

So we’ll have more times.

I glanced over Logan’s shoulder and found a supply closest. Ah, I have fond memories of those small places.

“Are you skipping class?” I asked.

“Depends,” Logan said with that smile. “Why?”

“Because I want you to f-uck me good morning.”

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he stared at me.

“I’m still not used to you blurting shit out,” Logan said taking my hands. “But ask and you shall receive.”

Every girls wish.

We ran back to his room and said good morning.



***

Aimee and I caught up in Roberts’ class which was held outside for some unknown reason but when all but five students complained of frostbite, we headed back inside and did a

different lesson.

The rest of the day was better.

I put it in my mind that I’ll go to the trial, say what I need to say, make sure they get what they deserve and then see Alice. I haven’t done that yet. I couldn’t…can’t. Not

yet. But when I head back to Seattle for the trial, I might be able to it. I have to. I have to be strong.

Alice would want me to be strong.

I walked into Curry and found an empty table near the window while I waited for Aimee to show up with ‘the best salads she ever tasted.’ She said they were good so I have to try

them. I’m not a salad person but what the hell. Might as well just try it.

“Hey, you,” Kevin said sliding into the seat across from me. Max and Shaun took up the other seats beside him and Juan sat beside me.

“There are tables all around here and you have to choose mine,” I said with mock disappointment. These guys are cool. I thought it would be awkward to be around Kevin after

everything we did together but he doesn’t bring it up and neither do I. He even talks about the women he’s been with around me so I don’t think it’s that big of a problem. I’m

trying to see it his way.

“We just have one question,” Shaun said drumming his fingers on the table.

“Some guys in our class mentioned they saw a four-leaf clover on your side when they saw you this morning. Seeing as how you never show us the goods, I was curious,” Max said.

“And Kevin wouldn’t confirm.”

“Because Kevin was busy doing other things than staring at my tats,” I said. Ohmygod. I did not just let that slide. The guys smiled then went on as if nothing happened.

“Story behind it,” Juan snapped his fingers.

“And don’t leave out any details,” Kevin smiled.

“It was the last one I got,” I said playing with the arm of Logan’s sweater. “Got it on my twenty-first birthday.” And I left it at that.

The guys waited.

“That’s it?”

“Were you drunk?”

“High?”

“Luck of the Irish?” Juan asked.

A small laugh escaped my lips. “No. I’m not even Irish,” I said. “My friend and her brother are. We just got matching tattoos.”

Toby used to visit us a lot so when it was my twenty-first birthday and Alice and I decided to skip the ‘let’s go out and get wasted’ thing, we stopped at a hotel in New Jersey