riptide- outer banks

thirty-nine | easy they come, easy they go

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UNKNOWN: I'm sorry. For everything. I can explain. I'll be at the pier at midnight if you decide you want to come. —T

Logan let out a sigh and brought both palms up to his eyes. He was exhausted and just wanted to climb into his bed, fall asleep, and never wake up. Not after tonight, and especially not after what'd happened with Kori.

She knew his secret. She now knew that he was a broken, screwed up mess. And that killed him. She was the one person he never wanted to know and now it was only a matter of time before everyone knew. He'd literally had a panic attack in the middle of a party and if Kori Maybank had seen him, dozens of other people had no doubt seen it, too.

Whenever he freaked out and his mind forced his body into an attack, he always felt drained after. Like the charge on his battery had been completely used up. His chest was still tight, a dull ache remaining with him. And he just felt depleted of all his energy.

But before he could call it a night, he had to take care of something first. And that something had everything to do with his former best friend. Being the asshole that he was, Topper had used someone else's phone to contact him and set up a meeting.

Like, how much creepier could he be? The pier? At midnight? Talk about serious serial killer vibes. If he ended up with a knife in his back, he honestly wouldn't be surprised at this point.

Logan hesitated only a few more minutes before twisting and pulling his key out of the ignition of his jeep. As he pushed his door open, a small breeze picked up, billowing through the air. He stepped down onto the concrete, eyes darting out towards the pier. Topper was standing at the end, back facing him. And from where he'd parked, the moron was just an inky dot in his line of sight.

He lightly shut his door and slipped his phone into his back pocket as he started forward. It was quiet as he walked, the only noise coming from the soft sound of his Jordans hitting the wood and waves crashing into the dock. It was late, which meant no one would be out here but them.

It didn't take him long to reach Topper, but he kept his distance. The two of them were only ten feet apart, but it was pitch black. The only light source for this conversation was coming from the other end of the dock, scarcely illuminating where they stood.

"What the hell do you want, Top?" Logan finally asked, not bothering to hide the disdain in his voice when he spoke.

There was a pause.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't show."

Logan's breath caught in his throat as his dad turned around, locking onto his dark eyes as he pulled his hat off. "No." He breathed out, head vigorously shaking. "No." He repeated, stepping backwards.

"Buddy, let me just—"

"You piece of shit." Logan deadpanned.

Ward took a step forward, hands raised in the air to show he was unarmed. "Logan, please. Let me—"