Fallen Crest Public(53)

When he pulled into Manny’s parking lot, I glanced over at him. “I thought you said pizza.”
Turning the Escalade off, he shrugged. “They have pizza here.”
“And this has nothing to do with my one good friend that’s here?”
A shrug was my only response before we went inside. Logan’s friends had congregated around two tables in the back section. I recognized some of the girls from the drill team at the second table. I recognized their hostility, too. Brandon lifted his hand in greeting, and Heather glanced up from the counter. Her eyes darted from me to Logan pointedly, and I shook my head. She mouthed back, “When?” I tried to tell her to shut up with an extra oomph in my glare, and I jerked my shoulders up and down. I was going to tell Mason. That was the plan.
As it turned out, it wasn’t Heather or myself that brought it up. The first pizza had already been devoured when a few of the girls scooted their chairs to our table. They did what those girls did. The displayed their boobs. They tried to be coy and mysterious. A couple had even pulled their jeans down low so they could show off their thongs. I was certain another girl went to the bathroom and took off her bra. She returned with her boobs bouncing. The shirt she wore did little to cover her nipples. There was one girl that stuck out as the leader. She started talking to Strauss. From what I could overhear, they were discussing a class assignment until I heard the word ‘gym’ mentioned.
A blast of cold air came over me and I turned, as if in slow motion, towards them.
She was grinning at me and nodded in my direction. Everyone else grew silent and then she asked, her voice rising above the background noise, “Did you ever get your clothes back, Samantha?”
Samantha. That was my first thought. I don’t know her, and she called me by my full name. Then the rest of her words hit me.
Logan paused and lowered his pizza slice. He frowned at her, then back at me. “What’s she talking about?”
Someone muttered in the background, “Shit’s about to get reaaal.”
I was pretty sure that was Heather, but when I turned she lifted her hand in a rolling motion. I got the message, let’s get this going.
“Let’s talk outside.”
Logan was up from the table before the words left my mouth. His hand was on my arm, and I was hauled behind him. Instead of going through the entire diner, he shoved through the side door. I started for one of the chairs we used when we took our breaks, but he shook his head. His fingers tightened. “Nope. We’re doing this over here where no one can listen.”
He took me all the way across the alley and towards Heather’s house. We were starting up her porch when the door slammed shut behind us. Heather’s jaw was set and her top lip curved up, flashing us a warning as she headed towards us. “Oh no. I’m staying. She’s my friend too, Kade.”
“Fine.”
Her arms were crossed over her chest and then both of them moved as one. I was center stage. Lovely. “Okay …”
“Kate, or one of her lackeys, stole Sam’s clothes after gym class when she was in the shower,” Heather beat me to it. Her eyebrow arched high. “You know what they’re going to do. Stop them, Logan.”
He threw her a scathing look, but turned and pinned me down. “Is that true, Sam?”
My mouth was still hanging open from my ‘okay’, but I shut it now. This was it. This was the moment where he went after them and I’d be at home worrying if he was going to be arrested or worse. At least Mason was at Nate’s. I doubted Logan would need him for this.
He bit out a curse and hopped off the porch. His phone was pulled out a second later and I heard, “Mase? We have a problem.”
That hope exploded.