Fallen Crest Forever (Fallen Crest High #7)

“I’m not that girl.”


“Yeah, you’re exactly that girl.” He gestured to me. “You don’t want to admit it, but you’re putting Mason first. It’s cool, Sam. It’s only half the year. The other half, you get to do your thing. Track.”

I scowled. I hated the way he said that, like I was weak-willed and submissive.

But he was right.

During the fall, I did put Mason first.

It stung.

I blinked a couple times. “So you’re saying I should join the cross-country team?”

“If you want. It’s up to you. Has Mason ever asked you not to? Did he say he’d be mad if you did or something?”

I stiffened. “Are we talking about the same guy?”

Mason put me first. Always had, always would.

Logan’s grin widened. He snapped his fingers and pointed at me. “Exactly. You know Mason won’t care, so you can relax. You’re not that girl. Your boyfriend didn’t make you choose him over yourself. You made that decision all on your own.”

My scowl was back. “Stop fucking with me.”

“I’m not.” He held his hands up. “Honestly. But I’ve always wondered why you didn’t join. I just figured there was a good reason. I mean, I thought Mason probably factored into it, but I thought there was more to it too.”

I thought for a moment. They had meets every weekend, and sometimes during the week. Mason had practices every day, and there were team activities off the field too. That wasn’t including the games—those he had every week too.

There’d be no time. I would almost never see him.

The thought of it—no. I couldn’t. I started forward again. “I can’t do it. I’ll never see him.”

“Isn’t that why you’re here?”

I stopped again. A spark of anger lit in my stomach. I turned back around to him. “Stop it, Logan.”

“Look.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t be hypocritical here. I love you, Sam. You’re family, and I know Mason would want you to do what you want. You two are good. There’s no vulnerability in your relationship, so what are you doing? Why are you choosing him over something I know you’d love? You loved it in high school. You love running, and that’s all this team does—and not for a just a mile or two. It’s literally everything you love doing. If the only reason you’re not doing it is because of Mason, I know my brother would tell you to do it. Have you guys ever talked about it?”

He knew the answer. I refused to give it. I just stared.

He sighed, his hand dropping back down. “That’s what I thought. Let me guess. He asked if you were going to join, and you said no. That was probably the entire conversation, wasn’t it?”

“Not fully.”

He snorted. “He probably asked if you were sure, and you said you were. Then he dropped it. Right?”

He was a bit closer this time. I gritted my teeth. “You’re mad because he didn’t push me? Is that it?”

“No, but the whole reason you’re coming here today is because you don’t know what you want to do. Maybe you should do something you want to do. Maybe that’s the first step. Instead of taking some stupid test, actually go out there and join the team. Yes, you’re sacrificing time with Mason, but it’s only for a few months. It’s not like you don’t live with the guy. I’m foreseeing lots of midnight screwing happening.”

I wavered. He was right, but it’d be hard.

“If I did this—” I shot a hand out when his grin morphed into a smirk. “—And that’s a big if. But if I did this, you’d have to make me a promise.”

“Sure. Anything.”

“No. Don’t say that. I mean it. You’d really have to make me a promise.”

The smirk fell away, and he grew serious. “I promise.” His head inclined toward mine. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“You can’t get Mason in trouble.”

His eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“He’s walking on eggshells. No drama can happen. Nothing. His name can’t be linked to any kind of scandal.”

He shook his head. “Do you not know who we are? We should’ve been named Mason and Logan Scandal, not Kade.”

“Taylor’s dad said that if anyone got wind of them looking the other way about the tape, there could be consequences. Like, if a lot of people got pissed about a wealthy guy not being punished, Mason would be off the team. He’d be suspended, or worse. You know that’s not good for his career. He still has to get drafted.”

“That’s bullshit. That’d never happen.”

I raised an eyebrow. He knew it could. He just didn’t want to admit it.

Logan cursed, raking a hand over his jaw.

I nodded. “It just takes one person to find out, get pissed, and start talking.”

“I know. I heard what Mase said in Taylor’s kitchen. I just . . . don’t like it.”

“Don’t get him in trouble. Be smart about things. I’ll join the team, if you don’t get Mason in trouble.”

He stilled, eyeing me.

I held my hand out.

He looked at my hand. If he shook it, he’d honor our agreement. That meant no fighting, no pranks, nothing combustible.

The part of Logan that would make him a great lawyer was the part Mason didn’t need in his life right now. He couldn’t go and fuck things up.

He let out a surrendering sigh and shook my hand. “Deal.”





Logan was right.

Mason was understanding and even encouraging when I told him about Coach Carillo and the deal I’d struck with Logan. He laughed a little at that, but I saw the relief in his eyes. It was small, but it was there. I understood it too, because no matter what was best for Mason’s career, if Logan got into a spot, Mason would have his back. Damn the consequences.

This made him a little less worried about having to do that.

I, however, was all sorts of worried. I was going to have to do the unthinkable: I’d have to branch out. I couldn’t stay back within what was comfortable to me.

Last night I spoke to Coach Carillo on the phone, and he promised he would call the cross-country coach and instructed me to show up early. And here I was. Bright and early.

I pulled up outside the coaching administration offices at seven in the morning. There was a small chill in the early morning breeze, but it felt nice. I wore running clothes, running tights under my sweatpants, and I’d skipped my four a.m. run, banking on running with the team later. But my body was ready to go now. I could feel the itch.

“Hey!”

I turned to notice another car had pulled into the parking lot and saw Taylor jogging over.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

She was dressed similar to me, but I’d snagged one of Mason’s Cain University sweatshirts. She had on a black hoodie instead.

“Logan said you were trying out for the cross-country team today.” She shrugged. “I’m not in your league, but I’m no slouch. Figured I might try too.”