When it poured in Huntsville (BWWM)

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Jayde's POV

As I walked into my house, the silence wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket. I dropped my keys on the counter and leaned against it, staring at the empty living room. Everything felt too still, too quiet, and my thoughts were loud enough to drown me.

I kicked off my shoes and plopped on my bed you know that feeling when you keep on replaying one moment that you really want to forget well that's what I felt. I hated the way his mom looked at me, like I was a stranger invading her space. I mean yea I kinda was a stranger but I didn't deserve that. I hated even more how Logan hadn't stepped up in that moment.

My dad was going to wake up in a few hours, and I wasn't ready for the interrogation if he found out where I'd been tonight.

My phone buzzed, and I glanced at it reluctantly.

Logan: Don't lose sleep on this love

I stared at the screen, torn between wanting to respond and wanting to block out the world. Instead, I turned my phone over, letting the notification fade into the background.

I needed time to think.

Logan's POV

I stayed parked outside her house longer than I should have, my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turned white. I mean whiter than usual.

Jayde was everything to me. But tonight, I'd let her down. I didn't protect her like I could.

I pulled out my phone and stared at her name in my messages. She hadn't replied yet, but I couldn't leave things like this.

I thought about my mom, how she'd been judging Jayde before she even got to know her. She'd always been protective of me, but this was something else.

Driving home, I went over the night again in my head, replaying every word Jayde said, every look she gave me. She was hurt, and I couldn't blame her.

When I got home, Lydia was waiting in the stairs, her arms crossed and her eyes accusing.

"Why didn't you stick up for her more?" she asked before I could even sit down.

"I tried, Lyd," I said, running a hand through my hair. "But you know how Mom is. She doesn't listen."

"That's not good enough, Logan." Lydia's voice was sharp, but her eyes softened. "If you care about Jayde as much as you say you do, you have to prove it. Not to Mom—to her."

Her words hit me harder than I expected. Lydia wasn't wrong. It seems like no one wants to give me a break today.

Jayde's POV
A knock on my door startled me, and I scrambled to think straight "Come in."

It was my dad, his face concerned. "You okay, kid? You were out late last night."

"I'm fine, Dad," I said quickly, trying to sound casual. "Just hung out with some friends."

He didn't look convinced, but he didn't press further. "Alright. Just...be careful, okay? I trust you, but I don't trust the world."

His words stayed with me long after he left the room.

By the afternoon, I knew I needed to talk to Logan. Not to fix things, but to at least clear the air. I texted him: