Perfectly Damaged

She’s swinging alone. I plop my ass down beside her without asking, but she doesn’t look at me. She keeps her eyes focused straight ahead. “Can I help you?” she asks.

Yep. Mega Bitch said something to tick her off. But I’m not one to beat around the bush. “I saw you talking to Blair.”

“Yeah. And?”

“And she said something to you about me, didn’t she?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

She turns to look at me. “Why do you think she’d talk about you? To me, no less?”

“Because Mega Bitch and I despise one another. We don’t speak at all. We can’t stand to be in the same room together. And when we are, she manages to do anything and everything to grate on every nerve of mine. So after she stopped you just now, then waved at me as if she won some type of stupid fucking game, I knew she said something to turn you off. So spill it.”

Je

“Half true,” I confess.

“You slept with almost all of her friends.”

“I slept with one friend of hers. After I realized the two of them were friends, I ended that shit real quick. Go on.”

Je

“In the short amount of time we’ve spent together, have I treated you like crap?”

“No. But you could be trying to get into my pants.”

I smile. “What makes you think you’re my type?” She quickly closes her mouth. “I’m kidding, Je

“Well, you’re not mine.” For some reason that tiny insult makes me chuckle. “I’m serious,” she adds. I nod, still smiling. She squares her shoulders and continues, “Logan, I’m just not that into you. At all.”

“Okay, I get the hint. And because you’re just not that into me, I’m guessing no date?”

She shakes her head and shrugs once. “No. Sorry.”

“Well damn. There’s no way I can change your mind? Not even this.” I wave my hand over my face and smile charmingly.

She laughs and taps a fist to my shoulder. “You’re a dork.”

I chuckle. “That’s a first.”

Je

Friends. I allow the word to simmer in my thoughts. “I’m not certain two people of the opposite sex—who are clearly attracted to each other—can remain friends.”

“I have a feeling you’re attracted to most any woman.”

I raise a finger. “Nuh-uh, not Mega Bitch. I’m definitely not attracted to her.”

Je

“All right, McDaniel. I can’t promise I won’t try to cop a feel here and there or try to kiss you or even try to make you fall for me. But I can most definitely try not to.”

“You’re fu

“It’s part of my charm.” Je

She nudges my rib with an elbow. “Jerk.” Then she nestles closer to me. “Want to hear something fu

“Always,” I respond, giving us another push with my foot. The swing takes off again.

“It’s about Blair Bitch.”

“You mean Mega Bitch?” I correct her.

“How about we combine the two and from now on refer to her as Blair Mega Bitch.”

“Hmm…” I repeat the name in my head. “I like. Go on.”

“All right. Well, Blair Mega Bitch and I weren’t exactly BFFs.”

“Thank God because you’d be swinging alone,” I joke.

Je

“Which I never understood. I thought all you girls stuck together. You know, girl power and all.”

“Are you going to let me tell the story?” I don’t respond, giving her clearance to go on. “Well, one day I was walking down the hall on my way to class and spotted Blair Mega Bitch with her clique. I ignored their usual stares and kept going. I didn’t expect her to put her foot out and trip me as I passed by her.”

“Wow. How original.”

“Right? Anyway, I wasn’t one of those antisocial kids that ran to the bathroom crying after being picked on. Instead, I was the antisocial kid that fought back. So I gathered my things, put them aside, straightened my shoulders, turned around to face her as she laughed her head off, and punched her straight in the face.”

Right here, right now, I feel pride. So much pride. I can’t contain myself. I pull Je

Je

Motherfucking score!

Then the most perfect plot of all fucking plots stirs in my head. I can be friends with her and slowly make her fall for me. “Do you like ice cream?” I ask.

She raises a brow. “Uh, yeah?”

“We’re go

“Logan. That’s a date.”

“Since when has going out for ice cream been a date? Kids go out for ice cream. It’s friendly. Very, very friendly. In fact, to prove it’s not a date, I’ll even put my ego aside and allow you to pay.”

Je

I raise my hand to my chest. “Promise. Not a date, just a friendly outing. Two friends, chatting over gelatos, sharing the same hate interest for a Blair Mega Bitch.”

“All right,” she says.

I smile.

chapter 14

Je

This weekend at the lake house was—well, I can’t explain it. I just needed it. It was the perfect end to a screwed-up begi

Because deep down I know he’ll never want to be with someone like me. The real me. The me he has yet to see. The question is if I keep spending time with him, will I be able to keep that part hidden?

We’re on our drive back to Jersey now. Charlie’s chatting away as I lean back in the passenger seat. My eyes catch the reflection of my smile in the passenger window. Smiling. It’s such an odd expression for me. And it’s because of Logan. The way he treated me this weekend. The way I felt around him. He made me laugh, made me feel comfortable with being a goof, playful even. And for the first time in as long as I can remember, it was okay to feel those things.

I must admit, when I first laid eyes on him in my backyard by the swimming pool, I would’ve never pegged him for the friendly, gentle goofball—probably one of the biggest I’ll ever meet—that he is. So what if I only spent a few days with him? I still can’t imagine Logan being the person Blair Mega Bitch claimed him to be. If she’s anything like she was back in high school, I’m certain it was just a ploy to get back at Logan—or me, for that matter—for one thing or another.

“You and Logan seemed a bit friendly this morning,” Charlie prods.