Free Crossover: Franchise Mtg. by Tijan Page A

in the kitchen and I handed her to him. I took his beer at the same time and said, “She wanted me to put in a good word for her, but she's too drunk. She's a mess. I'd stay away from this one.”
    He lifted his hand and moved back from her.
    She gasped and glared at me. “Jerk.”
    As she shoved off into the crowd, I shrugged. I'd been called much worse and I had no doubt that I would again.

LOGAN’S POV
    I stopped outside of Sam’s room when I heard her on the phone. “My mom said something about dinner too.”
    I caught myself from laughing. My new soon-to-be-stepsister was a liar. Shit. Not a very good one either. I started listing off ways to teach her in my head when she said further, “I don’t know. I’m not sure what I should do. I might still go and cheer for Adam tonight.”
    The list stopped when I heard that. She was going to cheer for that golden poser? Fuck your brothers in the ass backwards while you’re at it, honey. Adam Quinn’s high school glory days were going to be demolished. He’d been strutting around, making too many damn proclamations against Mason and me. If he thought we wouldn’t hear that shit, he was going to learn differently tonight. The girls never heard that crap. It was all within the bro universe. As Sam made another pathetic excuse to whoever was stupid enough to believe her, I shook my head.
    She didn’t know it, but she was part of my weapon to take Quinn down. Then it was quiet and I’d assumed she hung up. I couldn’t leave now. I hadn’t intended to head in there, but fun was fun and Sam was strung like a violin. I could play sweet music when I plucked at some of her strings.
    When I entered her room, I saw she was still on the phone. She motioned for me to leave. My grin widened. Fuck no, sweet cheeks. Who could walk away from playing with her? She flushed with anger; she was pissed at me. I held my laugh inside, but it was rippling through me. Messing with Sam brought me sweet enjoyment. I didn’t think it was legal.
    I headed inside anyway.
    Her eyes widened.
    It was only a matter of time before she ended her call.  Realizing I wasn’t going to leave, she tried to get off the phone. A smug feeling settled inside of me. I had called that right. Mason said she was different. He was right, but I wasn’t going to figure her out. That was all him. My job was to play with her. I went over and breathed on her neck. She squirmed away, hanging up without saying goodbye.
    She whirled around. “What are you doing?”
    I smirked at her. What did she think? I was playing.
    “This is my room. You’re invading my privacy. Get out.”
    I laughed. “You’re just pissed because one of your friends could’ve heard me.”
    “Do you blame me?”
    “Nah, guess not.” Still laughing, I walked to the bed and plopped down. She was strung so tight. I wanted to shake her. Didn’t she know we weren’t a secret that would stay buried? “So you’re coming tonight? You going to the game to cheer on your future brothers?”
    She froze and her eyes grew heated. “Don’t say that word.”
    “Brothers?” Shit. She did think our situation could be kept secret. In this crowd, secrets never lasted. I pressed my head into her pillow from laughing outright. “I cnn’t beliff ith.”
    “Come on. Get out. I want to go for a run.”
    She reached for my hand, but I batted her away and then threw out a challenge. “You should run with Mason sometime.” She thought she was the best. She probably was, but I’d still mess with her head.
    “What?”
    “You should run with Mason sometime.” Oh yeah. She didn’t like that idea. She was holding her breath. One pluck, another string for me to stretch out. I was waiting for her reaction. Please give me more. I wasn’t ready to leave yet.
    “What do you mean by that?”
    “He runs too, most of the time it’s during practice, but I bet he’d smoke you.”
    “You think so?”
    No, Sam. You can’t play back with me. You’re not good