Fallen Crest Alternative Version (Fallen Crest High #2.1)(81)

“Peter.”

He snorted. “I’ll stick with Wanker.”

Irritation was boiling up, but Mousteff came from the kitchen at that moment. He set a plate in front of Nate with a sandwich, chips, and another big chunk of meat. Then he turned to me. “Would you like anything?”

“No thanks.”

Nate took a huge bite out of the sandwich and pointed it at me. “You need to eat more.”

“Why are you not worried about Logan?”

He paused, then took a second big bite. Half the sandwich was gone. “I don’t know. He’ll be mad, but he’ll get over it. Those two fight.”

“I’ve never seen them fight.”

“But they do and they have in the past. They’re always fine. They’ll be fine again.”

I sighed and lifted my feet to the chair. Hugging my knees against me, I rested my head on them and let out a deep breath. The knots in my stomach wouldn’t go away. No matter what Nate said, I knew things weren’t going to be fine. They wouldn’t go back to normal, not with me. Somehow my relationship with them was going to change. A knot tightened, twisting in me. I only hoped I wouldn’t lose both of them.

Hearing Mason on the stairs, I looked up and saw he had showered. He pulled his shirt down as his jeans rode low on his hips. When he saw me watching, he frowned. “You’re going like that?”

“What?”

“The party. We should go.” He dropped into the chair next to Nate.

“You’re going to the party?”

“Well, you have to go. I figured I should go with you. Those are your friends, right?”

“I attacked Miranda last night.”

“Exactly. That bitch will be there. Let’s go and find out what she said to Logan.”

It made sense now. I glanced down at my jeans and sweatshirt. Then I shrugged. I was starting not to care what anyone thought of how I dressed.

Nate slid his plate over to Mason. When he took the other half of the sandwich, Nate popped a chip in his mouth and asked, “You want me to come too?”

Mason hesitated, then said, “No. Stay here in case Logan shows up.”

“You want me to wait here?”

“Yeah. Watch the game downstairs. Call a girl over.”

Nate bobbed his head and tossed another handful of chips in his mouth. He said around them, “That sounds like fun. I’ll do that. You don’t mind if I get a blowjob on your dad’s couch?”

Mason frowned at him. “Did you really just ask me that?”

“True. Logan lives here.” He wrinkled up his nose. “Maybe I should put a blanket on the couch.”

Or Logan did live here.

I was horrified at my own thought. I couldn’t think like that. Logan wasn’t Garrett. He wasn’t David. He wasn’t Analise. He was coming back. He had to.

Mason was watching me, and my eyes widened when I saw his gaze on me. A dark look flashed in them, but then he shook his head. The look was gone when he asked, “Are you ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I murmured, but stood and followed him to the car. It was after we had gone a few blocks that I asked, “Are we going to talk about it?”

As I asked that, I watched. His hand tightened around the steering wheel before he replied, “About what?”

“Mason.”

He never looked over. His gaze remained straight ahead. There was no outward reaction, but I felt the shift. He closed himself off from me.

“Logan has feelings for me.” I paused, holding my breath. “What she said was right, wasn’t it?”

His lips pressed together in a thin line.

My stomach dropped. It was. I closed my eyes. Holy shit. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. “We have to talk about it.”

“Why?”

“Why?” I couldn’t believe him. “Because your brother has feelings for me. That’s why.”

“It shouldn’t affect anything, unless you have feelings for him.” He looked now, his head moving in slow motion. When his gaze connected with mine, I felt punched in the gut. The anguish there was paralyzing. He thought I did. I saw it then.

I shook my head, but my voice was soft. “No. I don’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“I can’t come in between you guys. I can’t be like that other girl.”

“You’re not, Sam.” He softened his tone too. “Look, I don’t know if Logan really does have feelings or not. I have a suspicion that he does, but I don’t know. He’s never said a word to me. I don’t think he’s ever acted on it.” He waited, watching me.

My eyes got big. “No. Never. He’s never said a word or anything.”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem. I’m more worried about when he finds out that Nate and I manipulated him.”

“Maybe he won’t figure it out.”

“He’ll figure it out.”

He sounded so sure. “How can you know that?”

“Because he knows me. I broke the code. We don’t do that to each other. He’ll be more mad about that then the other thing.”

“Oh.”

“Sam, you have nothing to worry about. He’ll be mad at Nate and me, not you.”