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“Ahh, I stayed there my first year here. It’s fucking small,” Logan comments, sitting back in his seat. He blows into his drink, cooling it down.
“Nah, I like it,” Alec answers, his eyes narrowing slightly on Logan.
“Really?” Logan asks, his voice doubtful. “Wait until you get a place of your own. You can have as many chicks over as you want.”
“Helloooo,” I snap, clicking my fingers in his face, feeling offended. “I’m his fucking girlfriend.”
Alec doesn’t look happy with his comment either and answers straight away. “Happy with Willow.”
“Oh yeah. Sorry. Who wouldn’t be happy with my Will?” He smirks and looks down at me, his hand on my shoulder.
“No offence, but she’s notyourWill,” Alec bites out.
“Okay, I’m actually Allie’s, so let’s drop it,” I plead, trying to keep my tone light. I hate that this is getting off to a bad start.
“Sorry. I guess I’m not used to sharing her.” Logan winces, looking apologetic.
“But she wasn’t yours to begin with,” Alec snaps, his fist clenching.
The waitress walks over with our tray of food, interrupting the thick tension growing around the table.
“Thank you.” I smile and watch her walk away before turning back to a fuming Alec.
“Calm down. He didn’t mean anything by it. Did you, Logan?” I make eye contact with Logan, silently pleading with him to make this right.
“Nah, mate. I guess I’m not used to seeing her with anyone.”
“That’s because you haven’t been in her life for the past two years,” Alec snaps.
“I’ve been pretty busy,” Logan grits out, displeased with Alec’s accusation.
“Will you both pack it in?” I hiss across the table.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t give you the right to act like you’re the one with my girl,” Alec continues.
“If you’re feeling insecure about your relationship, then that’s on you,” Logan says calmly.
The argument is escalating and it’s not getting them anywhere but riled up. I’ve tried to open my mouth to say something a few times, to get them to calm down, but one or the other speaks up, their voices rising, gaining the attention of the other customers.
“Fuck you. Fuck you! You’ve done nothing but try to pull her away from me since you arrived this morning. And what was that—walking into her room whilst she was getting changed? You don’t do that fucking shit,” Alec growls, the veins in his neck pulsing.
“This is getting out of hand. Alec, Logan has already said he’s sorry about earlier and he’s just being my friend. You’re taking this all the wrong way,” I tell him softly, hoping to calm him down.
“You seriously don’t see what he’s trying to do?” he yells, pushing his chair back roughly and standing up.
“You’re blowing this out of proportion,” I tell him, my voice pleading, almost begging for him to see how irrational he’s being.
He shakes his head at me, disappointment in his eyes. “Enjoy your breakfast,” he snaps, giving Logan one last narrowed gaze.
“Alec, don’t go,” I plead before he leaves, hating that this is happening.
“I can’t sit here and watch him be all over you,” he says to me sadly, his voice still holding a hard edge.
“Please,” I beg again, my eyes burning with unleashed tears as he walks away.
“Let him go,” Logan says gently, his hand on my arm, stopping me from chasing after Alec.
“What just happened?” I whisper to the table.