Authors: Bethany Bazile
Fight For Me
Copyright © 2014 by Bethany Bazile
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Confessions & Consequences
My phone chirped simultaneous to the sound of my fist rapping on the door. I juggled the brown paper bag and my books to my left arm so I could pull the phone out of my pocket. It was a text from Paige.
We need to talk. How soon will you be home?
Paige was my roommate. We’d had a plan to go to the same college and room together since our freshman year in high school. My mother, of course, was not on board. She’d offered me a car if I stayed home and commuted to school. There was no bargain that would’ve talked me out of our set agenda, so my brother took the car, and I packed up and moved into the dorms.
I sent her a quick text letting her know I was at Logan’s place. I stuffed the phone back into my pocket and banged on the door a little louder. Just as I was about to call him to let him know I was there, the door flung open.
He looked incredible despite the fact that he was only wearing a pair of jeans. Well… maybe
of the fact. Logan was the guy most girls on campus had their eyes on and wanted. He was there on a football scholarship. He had bad-boy good looks but came from a prominent family. Dusty-blond hair and a killer smile that lit up his blue eyes. I didn’t care that he drove his motorcycle like a maniac; I just loved to jump on behind him and hold on for the ride. He was everything that made a girl melt. And I melted.
We’d met in high school. Logan was two years ahead of me. After he graduated, we maintained a long-distance relationship. He spent quite a few nights sneaking into my window after Mom went to sleep. Once we were living on the same campus, everything seemed to be lining up. At twenty, I thought I had my life together.
“Guess what I got us?” I smiled as I strolled past him, waving my brown paper bag. I dropped my books on the table near the kitchenette. His apartment was small but a lot bigger than the room Paige and I shared.
He smiled. “You’re the only girl I know who gets this excited over grease truck burgers.”
I pouted at him. “Don’t make fun of my love of burgers.”
“I would never,” he said, pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around my waist. “As long as you love me more.”
“Hmm?” I pretended to think about it, and he frowned at me. I laughed at his expression. My phone rang, so I pulled it out of my pocket. We both looked down at Paige’s face on my screen.
“Maybe I should get this. She’s been texting me all day.”
“No!” He snatched my phone out of my hand and stepped back.
What the hell was that?
I knit my brows as I looked at him. He continued looking down at the phone until it stopped ringing. “What was that about?”
“We need to talk.” He looked edgy, like he wanted to bolt.
“That’s the second time today someone ‘needs to talk.’” I didn’t like it. Any conversation starting with those words didn’t end well.
He walked around, placing my phone on the table and then pulling out a chair. “Sit.”
I shook my head. Another bad sign. I wasn’t going to sit down as though I were too weak to take his news.
“Just tell me what’s going on.”
“I love you—”
“Logan… just spit it out.”
He reached for me, but I stepped back. His eyes dropped to the floor. “I slept with Paige.”
I needed a minute for my heart to start beating again. I took a few steadying breaths, but it didn’t work.
“I’m so sorry, Lexi.”
“What do you expect me to do with this, Logan?” I even sounded unsteady—shaken—as my tone echoed through my head.
“We can work through this.” He clasped my head between his palms, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“No, we can’t,” I said as calmly as possible. I wanted out. Out of the room that felt like it was suffocating me with its proclamations of truth. He’d confessed. He’d unburdened his secret on me, but how was I supposed to move on after he cleared the burden off his chest and laid it upon my bleeding heart? I tried to pull my hand away, but he tightened his hold. My eyes were stinging, but I refused to shed a single tear in front of him.
“No more lies. I just want to be with you without this between us.”
I gave him everything for four years, and it all came down to one confession. Logan betrayed me with Paige and broke me. I grew up with Paige, and I couldn’t comprehend how she’d hurt me this way.
My relationship with Paige would never recover from this. I wasn’t sure if I’d recover. Then I remembered all the messages from Paige and…
“Was she going to tell me?” I asked.
“What?” Logan pulled on his floppy hair, a clear signal of his nervousness that I always thought was cute. At this point it irritated me. I just wanted an answer.
“Paige has been trying to get me to meet up with her all day. Was she going to tell me, Logan? Did you confess so you’d beat Paige to it?”
He sat back in his seat and looked away.
“You’re an asshole. If she wasn’t going to tell me, would you have ever confessed?”
He fell silent. I picked up my books and my phone and headed to the door. But before I made it there, Logan jumped in front of me.
“Where are you going?” His eyes were frantic and panicked.
“We’re done.” I sidestepped him, but he followed, pushing the door shut as I pulled it open.
“You can’t leave me,” he pleaded. I was facing the door, and he was begging into my ear.
He was delusional to think I’d stay with him. Did he think a confession was his salvation? Our salvation? Because I only saw what he’d done as our destruction.
“I love you so much, Lexi. Please….” His words were gritty, and I knew the moisture against my neck was his guilty tears.
you, too.” I pulled the door, and this time he let me go. I walked down the hall with my head held high, despite the fact I was carrying the burden of Logan’s confession on my shoulders. Everyone here knew I was Logan’s girlfriend. Tons of girls were just waiting for me to move out of the way. I refused to walk out of the building crying. The last thing I needed was to be campus gossip by morning.
I took the steps down, wondering where I’d go. I wasn’t ready to go back to my dorm to see Paige and face the end of a ten-year friendship. I tapped through my phonebook and called the one person I could count on no matter what.
“Al-Alec.” My voice began trembling when I heard my brother pick up.
“What’s the matter, Lexi?” Alec always knew when something was up.
“Logan slept with Paige.” The confession tore at my insides, and I finally released a sob as I reached the exit door.
“Fuck! I’m going to kill that asshole.”
“No, Alec. I just need you to get me out of here. I can’t go back to my dorm, and it’s pouring outside.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes. No one fucks with my little sister.”
“Hey, only by two minutes.”
“Yeah, how did I survive without you for two whole minutes?”
“You didn’t. They didn’t get you to breathe ‘til I came out.”
“You think you’re my world.”
“Of course you are, Lexi.” I heard the jingle of car keys as he picked them up. The elevator dinged behind me, and I noticed Logan stepping off. He’d pulled on a hooded sweatshirt and sneakers and was heading my way. I didn’t want to deal with him anymore. Ever.
“Yeah?” He was breathing heavy like he’d been running to his car and chewing on gum. Always chewing on gum.
“Can you hurry?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there in a few minutes, and I’ll knock some fucking sense into that dickhead.” He hung up as I stepped out the door. I stood under the metal awning, figuring I was safer out here in the rain than in there with Logan. It was fitting that it was raining, because it felt like a huge part of my life just got washed away in a storm.
Logan stepped out, and I moved to the far left. “You can’t walk home in this rain. Come upstairs and we’ll talk.”
“Alec is coming to get me.” If he knew what was good for him, Logan would leave before he arrived. My stepdad had taught Alec mixed martial arts, and Logan would not end up on the winning side.
“I’ll wait with you.”
I ignored him.
Five minutes passed. I felt him watching me, and I sensed his need to say something… anything, but I prayed he’d keep his mouth shut and disappear. The tension was unbearable. The emotions were drowning me. If I didn’t let them out, I’d self-destruct. I’d had our life perfectly planned out like a pathetically delusional teenager who only saw bright, beautiful colors. I was seeing things clearer. I just didn’t appreciate the dark grays and blacks of the world.
The next twenty minutes felt more like eternity. The wind whipped the rain around angrily. I was wet and cold to the core. Alec was taking far too long. I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed his number. I paced in front of Logan, being careful to avoid any contact.
Logan grabbed my arm, stilling my movements. My gaze shot to his face as I yanked my arm away.
“Don’t, Logan. Don’t talk, and don’t touch me.”
Where’s Alec? I moved far away from Logan and pulled out my phone. Something strange churned inside me as the phone went to voicemail, but I pushed the unsettling feeling aside. By now it was past half an hour, and Logan was fidgeting and slowly moving my way, mumbling things to himself.
My phone rang as I was pulling it back out, and I snatched it up. “Hello.”
“Alexis…” My mom sounded choked up and barely audible. She was clearly distraught. I had expected it to be Alec calling back. The knot in my stomach grew. “Alexis… honey… I need you to meet me at the hospital.”