His Trouble Maker

Chapter 33

JESSICA

Days had passed and I think everything just went back to normal. Or maybe it didn’t. Maybe I just got better at pretending

Pierce is beside me, saying something about Mom and her medicine schedule, but it’s all a blur. His voice is just noise now, I nod when I’m supposed to nod. I smile when I’m supposed to smile. I’m getting good at it,

Logan tried calling. He called once. Then twice. I stared at the phone until it stopped ringing. I told myself if I answered, I’d have to say it out loud. I’d have to hear myself admit that everything fell apart. So, I didn’t pick up.

Grayson… Goddess. Grayson came to the house a few days ago. I heard the knock.

I felt him through the door like he was a ghost clawing at me from the other side. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I just pressed my back to the wall and prayed he’d leave. He didn’t, not at first. He stayed. I could hear him outside–breathing, shitting, whispering my name so broken and desperate it almost cracked me open again. But I didn’t open the door not when he’s asking me what he did wrong for me to break up with him.

I didn’t open the door because if I saw him, I wouldn’t survive it. Because if I looked him in the eyes and saw him shattered, it would ruin me. Because even now, even after everything, some stupid, bruised part of me still loves him.

Pierce found me hours later, curled up on the floor, still huping my knees, still shaking like I could shake the memory out of me. He didn’t say anything. He just picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me to bed. That night, Pierce tucked me in like I was five years old again. He sat with me until I fell asleep. I think he’s scared if he leaves me alone too long, I won’t be here when he gets back.

I’m scared of that too.

“Jess,” Pierce says, stopping right before the door. His hand hovers near my elbow like he’s scared I’ll bolt. He insists on driving me to class. even though I tell him a hundred times I can manage. “You sure about this?”

I give him the fakest smile I’ve ever made in my life. “I’m fine, Pierce. Seriously.”

He doesn’t push. He just stands there, watching me with that same worried look that makes my chest splinter apart.

Istep into the classroom. I barely glance around–but my eyes catch on him immediately. Logan. He’s lounging back in his chair like he doesn’t have a single care in the world, messy hair, hall–lidded eyes. When he catches me looking, he gives me a lazy grin.

I force a smile back. Honestly, I am not sure why I am even attending class. Mom is worried when I skip classes last week so I promised her attend today, I don’t know what the teacher is saying. I don’t care. For the past 2 hours, my mind is numb.

It was when the bell rings i stop scribbling on my notes. However, I stay seated waiting for everyone to go out of the classroom. I waited until it was me and Logan left.

He tilts his head a little. “You good, Jess?”

“I’m sorry.” I blurt out, voice cracking, barely above a whisper. I can’t meet his eyes.

Logan frowns. Steps closer. “For what?”

“For dragging you into my mess. For-“My voice breaks again. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, fighting for control. “For being this

There’s a long, aching pause. Logan shits his weight, be wants to reach for me but doesn’t know if he’s allowed

“Jess,” he says, softer this time. We’ve known each other since we were kids, and I just ruined us.“It’s me. You don’t have to apologize.

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“I cut myself off, gripping the strap of my bag like it’s the only thing holding me to the

Logan

eyes shut. Goddess, it would be so easy to just sink into him. To let him hold me, to pretend everything’s okay, to be somebody else for five fucking minutes.

it’s still him.

And it hurts.

don’t have

nod, swallowing a sob that burns all the way

“After you kissed me?”

up at him, and he’s watching me, like he’s trying to figure out what piece of me to catch before I fall apart again. I want to tell

want to tell him I’m so tired. That I miss Grayson so much it feels like I’m dying a little more every time blink. But I can do is swallow it back, force a brittle, shaking breath, and shove my things

“I’m sorry

Logan.

voice breaking around the words. I mean it.

edge of the bruise purpling along his jaw with a wince. “Hey,” he says, half–laughing, half- groaning. “At least now we know why he’s going to be the

stabs me right through the

laugh, clutching my arms tighter

a secret just for me. “I’m your best friend, remember? Baby, I’d take a punch for you any day.” He nudges my arm with his elbow, gentle, familiar. “I’d throw

almost makes me

the ceiling, biting hard on my lip to keep

my hair like I’m still that stupid kid he used to sneak cookies with behind the cafeteria. “Always

me, like he’s checking again if I’m okay, I nod–too fast, too fake–but he lets it go, nudging

first and immediately

Grayson is there.

deep into his pockets. Shoulders tense beneath his jacket. His head tipped down, but his eyes–God, those eyes–are locked straight on

He’s a mess

lip, a bruised smear along his cheekbone. His

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Logan.

once, quick and nervous,

don’t say anything. I

but Grayson doesn’t even blink at him. He’s not

looking at me.

hurts to move, like every bone in his body’s bruised from

his eyes–they’re hollowed out inged dark like

last time.