Ella
When Bryce and I finish eating, he says he has to stop at his office. I tell him it's fine, and I stay in the car while he runs in. My mind automatically goes to Logan and Harper. I can't help but wonder what is going on. Logan should have gotten home already. Every possible scenario goes through my mind. What will I do if I walk in and they're in the bedroom together? I don't think that Logan is like that. And I hope he's not, but of course my mind goes there.
The truth of the matter is I just want him to be okay. I know that he's hurting. Grief is a horrible thing to experience. And I know that everything that happened between us last night is making everything murkier. I would fight for him in an instant. If I thought there was any chance that he could be mine, I wouldn't stop until he was.
But the fact of the matter is I haven't talked to him and have no idea what he's thinking after last night. Was he drunker than I thought he was? Does he have regrets right now? Is he wishing that it never happened?
By the time Bryce gets back out to the car, I have myself all worked up with negative thoughts. As if he can see exactly what I'm thinking, Bryce shakes his head. "I'm telling you, I know my boy, and he's not going to fall for Harper again. Think about it. He was in the hospital for thirty days, and she never visited him. She lived an hour away and never came and saw him."
I sniff my nose, overwhelmed, thinking of the devastation he must have felt. "You're right, Bryce. I know that you are. I just can't help but ..."
He shakes his head and slams his hand onto the console between us. "I'm telling you, it's all going to work out okay."
I nod and sit back in my seat, putting my seatbelt on. He starts the car and takes off toward Logan's house.
When he pulls into the driveway, I ask him, "Are you coming inside to see him?"
He puts his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand on the back of my seat, turning toward me. "No, I think that the two of you have a few things you need to talk about, right?" He gestures to the driveway. "It looks like Harper is gone."
I look at the empty spot of the driveway and then toward the house. Nervously, I tell him, "You're right. Thank you, Bryce, for everything. Logan is lucky to have a friend like you."
He laughs as if he knows something I don't. "No, I'm lucky to have a friend like Logan. Give me a hug and then go in there and go for it. You're going to regret it if you don't."
I nod and let him embrace me. I pull back and pat him on the shoulder. "Thank you. Really, thank you for breakfast and getting me out of here. You’re a good guy."
He rolls his eyes. “Please try and keep that to yourself. I have a rep to protect.”
I laugh and get out of the car. I walk slowly up toward the house. For just a minute, I debate whether I should knock before entering or not. Finally, I put my hand on the door and turn the knob to walk in.