Chloe
“That dickhead. How dare he say that?” I sighed as Stella slammed her hand on the table, making the silverware clatter. I took another sip of my hot chocolate, letting the warmth spread through me. For the first time in a week, I felt calm.
Unlike my best friend, who looked like she was about to flip the entire table over.
“That motherfucker,” she spat, her dark eyes burning with fury. “He really told you to stay away from me? Me?! Like I’m some kind of bad influence?”
I set my cup down, looking at her with amusement. Well, to be fair, Stella was a bad influence. Just not in the way Logan thought.
Stella turned to me so fast that my drink almost spilled, but I caught it just in time, gulping it down before it could slosh over the table.
“Wait,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “Is
