She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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Logan took a long look in his bathroom mirror, letting his gaze trail over the stupidly expensive suit he was wearing. He let out a long sigh, preparing himself for the night ahead and made his way downstairs. Midsummers was probably his least favorite night of the year. It was a wholly life-sucking party funded by the island's most wealthy benefactors— his family included.
And it was completely insensitive to the other half of the island as they were still reeling from the whole-ass hurricane that had hit just under a week ago.
This whole thing was utterly stupid and he knew he'd be getting a pat on his back from his dad for pasting on a smile and going. It's not like his dad knew he didn't like them though. He never cared enough to ask.
As Logan rounded the corner to the kitchen, his brow snapped together. Sarah was sitting at the counter, having not noticed him yet. And she was still in sweats.
Logan's gaze narrowed even more as he silently came up behind her. As soon as his gaze landed on her phone, his eyes were widening and his jaw was dropping.
"Tell me it didn't happen again." He pleaded, pulling his attention away from the pictures of John B she was swiping through.
Sarah's head instantly lifted, finally taking into account that her brother was right next to her. "Shit, Logan!" She exclaimed, letting out a breath. "Don't sneak up on me like that."
"Sare, what happened? Tell me. I don't care; I'd just like a heads up before I see Top tonight." Logan's brow remained raised as his sister dropped her gaze. "Really, Sarah? I was just joking yesterday. I didn't know I was actually right and that you were hooking up with him. I can't believe—"
"Excuse me?" Sarah interjected, raising her brow in a similar manner. "You have no room to talk, because—" She let out an arduous breath. "Last time I checked, you were the one who made out with Scarlett."
Logan's face contorted. "Okay, first of all, Scarlett isn't your best friend. She's just a friend. Plus, I didn't cheat on her with someone she hates. And secondly," He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "You weren't supposed to find out about that."
"But I did," Sarah tilted her head. "Because she is my friend!"
"Okay, fair. But—"
"No! No buts. You really don't see the problem here?" Sarah questioned, rolling her eyes. "You can't tell anyone, okay, Loge?" She set her phone down, the screen fading back to black. "Not before I tell Topper."
"Oh, trust me. There's no way I'm getting in the middle of that shitshow." Logan reassured her, taking a seat at the island as Wheezie entered the room.
"You're not dressed." She voiced, gesturing to her sweats.
"No, she's not going." Logan mused, sending her a smug smile
