His Trouble Maker

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

JESSICA

I broke up with Grayson Westwood.

It sounds like a lie when I say it out loud. I stare at my phone one more time and realized how fucked up it is that I was the one who broke up with him but here I am waiting for his messages.

“You did the right thing,” I whisper to myself, shoving my phone into my pocket. But did I? I’m supposed to enjoy the last few weeks before the full moon.

A blue sedan pulls up. Logan. He’s early for once, which is just my luck because I haven’t had time to pull myself together. When he told me last night he’ll pick me up, I quickly agreed.

It’s been a long time since I last saw him. Really long time.

“Hey stranger,” he calls out, his smile fading when he sees my face. “Shit, what happened?”

1 slide into the passenger seat, careful because my skirt is really small. “What do you think?”

“You look different,” Logan says, eyeing my newly dyed blonde hair. The curls barely reach my shoulders now, a radical change from the long, straight locks Grayson used to run his fingers through. “Like, really different.”

I tug at my too–short skirt, feeling exposed yet somehow safer in this new skin. “Needed a change.” My voice cracks. Fuck. Don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry.

Logan starts driving, stealing glances at me. “So… Westwood, huh?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” But I do. Goddess, I do. My chest feels like it’s caving in, like someone scooped out everything inside and left this hollow, aching space. Instead, I focus on something else. Somewhere. Anything that don’t make my heart aches.

“Your eyes are all puffy.”

“Thanks, asshole.” I try to laugh but it comes out strangled. Logan made it to the warrior list. He’s been training all along. I was shock but proud when he told me about it. And now I am shock seeing how he’s kinda change.

looks stronger. Muscular

get time to transform yourself? It’s been what, two

them. I’ve been counting every

texts. Why would there be?

makeup’s a bit

foundation, the dramatic eyeliner. Armor. “Yeah, well.” I stare out the window, buildings blurring through unexpected tears. “Turns out breaking

that?” He gestures at my outfit–mini skirt, fishnet

I cross my arms over my chest. My reflection in the side mirror shows a stranger. Good. Maybe if I look different enough, I’ll feel

I can feel his eyes on me even as

snap, harsher than intended. “Don’t start with the pity

“I wasn’t going to-”

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Chapter 61

eyes, blinking back tears that keep threatening to spill, Stupid, stupid tears. Twenty seven hours, fourteen amates that a how long it’s been since I looked into Grayson’s eyes and told him we were

Logan!

knuckles white on the steering wheel. “You know you can talk to me, right? Like, actually talk. Not this bullshit deflection thing

sounds like broken glass.

jerk away and laugh when I touch his shoulders. It’s funny how he tells me I look different

do it too but instead, I’m

his eyes flickering to mine before returning to the road. “Honestly? Half the time I think I’m gonna die. The other half I’m already dead and just haven’t noticed

I snort. “Sounds thrilling.”

His voice goes quiet. “You were always better

look where that got

at my fishnet stockings, creating a tiny hole. “Some of us don’t get

squeezes once, and the pressure makes my eyes sting. I think he’s going to say something meaningful, something that might actually crack me open,

whispers,

the floor of the car. There’s Grayson–fucking Grayson–with his