Roommates... with my Ex Boyfriend (Roommates Series: Book #1)

Chapter 4

Author's Note:

Why'd I delete the previous chapter four? Because I didn't like it very much and I wrote a better version of it so here you go.

Also, please read the author's note at the end, I explain my disappearance, and the future of this book.

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I haven't spoken to Jace nor Logan in five weeks, nor have they tried to speak to me. Even though I still live in Jace's house, we still ignore each other. Jess and Cooper have tried several times to get us to talk to one another and every single time, they fail. I suppose that I could and should talk to my brother, but Jace was out of the option. He's changed since I left him --- I mean, so have I, but he's become more rude, and cold. He makes his teenage self look like an angel.

My eyes snap up when I hear the front door, and several voices. I immediately look down at my book when my eyes land on my brother, and the infamous Jace Monroe. Silence fills the room for several seconds until I hear Jess sigh out in frustration. "How long are the three of you going to continue with this?"

"Until she takes her head out of her āss, and realizes what a pathetic boyfriend she has," Jace sneers as he sends me a glare 

I ignore him, and continue reading one of my favourite books. When we were together, Jace thought that it was stūpid that I'd rather read my books than spend time with him, and his friends. He was, and most likely still is, one of those kind of guys. The type of perverted guy that would skip english literature to come watch me in physical education. I liked it when it was just him; I felt extremely uncomfortable when a few other guys joined him.

I tense up as Logan takes a seat beside me as everyone else heads to the stairs that lead to the basement. I glance at him. "Why aren't you going downstairs with them?"

He shrugs. "I thought having a conversation with my sister would be more fun, and productive than talking about who they're going to kill next."

Little does he know that Jace being a gang leader ruined our relationship. If he wasn't a gang leader, noone would come after him nor try to destroy anything we had. If he wasn't a gang leader, we would still be together, and  our unborn baby would be with us. I wouldn't have been shot in the stomach, killing our baby, and our future.

Logan takes my book out of my hands which pulls my attention away from my thoughts, and turns them to him. A grin slowly forms on his face. "I missed you, you know that, right?"

I nod. I missed him too, it's just that, he caused many years of crying, and loneliness. I know that he must have felt pain like mine, but at least he knew that I was alive. He must have faked his death for a reason, but couldn't he have given me a small sign? Like placing a mouse on my pillow every April's fools? He did that every April's fools up until his staged death.

"I'm sorry, Lauren. I really am," he states. "I hope that you can forgive me one day, but I wanted to tell you something --- something you deserve to know."

I look up at him, pleaing for him to continue with my eyes.

"Jace was right." I frown, and glare at him. That was the important thing? That Jace was right? I don't even want to know, I don't want to give him that satisfaction. Logan sighs. "I'm talking about what he said in the hospital. I saw him kissing another woman. I didn't tell anyone else because I knew they'd tell you before I could. I saw them a day ago, and gave him a black eye, a busted lip, and a broken nose. I would have done more if the cops hadn't shown up."