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know he'd hit a trigger?
    When I got to my seat, my two good friends Taylor and Nicole Snapchatted me a picture of them with their dads on the student side. They looked so happy I envied them. The student side looked way more fun than the alum side.
    Having fun? Nic texted.
    I snapped a picture of Logan with the instant ice on his eye during the national anthem. Tell you the story later.
    "Hey," he said, trying to stop me from sending it.
    I pulled my phone out of his reach. "It's a great conversation piece."
    We lapsed into uncomfortable silence. Halfway through the first quarter, Logan grabbed my hand. "Let's go. I need something to drink."
    I didn't resist. I followed him to the top of the stands and out into the food-court area, where he tossed his used instant ice away. He found a spot away from the bulk of the crowds.
    "You're still pissed. It's killing me, El. I hate it when you're upset with me." He tipped my chin up. "What's wrong?"
    "Nothing. I'm being a bitch." I hesitated. "Most girls would love being white-knighted like that."
    "But?"
    I took a deep breath. "It's true—Austin, my ex, slept with my mom. My stepdad and I walked in on them." I stared at the ground, letting my hair fall over my face so Logan couldn't see my expression. "Oh, shit, Logan. You won't love me when you hear the truth. Your parents really won't want me anywhere near you—
    my mom's a slut. She set out to seduce Austin. She has always wanted what I have. She wanted Austin, so she took him to show she could."  
    I told Logan everything, all the gory details. Why hold anything back now? He listened quietly. I couldn't look at him, but I heard his breathing speed up like he was getting angry. When I got to the part about taking the blow Doug had meant for Austin, Logan pulled my hand away from my face and kissed it. I hadn't even realized I was touching my scar.  
    His gentle gesture sent me over the edge. I broke into sobs.
    Logan pulled me into his arms. "It's okay, El. Fuck, I'm such a douche. I had no idea."
    I laid my head against his shoulder. "It's okay. How could you?"
    "You saved that fucker's life?"  
    "Yes." I clutched his sweatshirt.
    He swore some more and paused like something had suddenly dawned on him. "No wonder you're so cautious around guys and didn't want a relationship." He paused. "Is this the secret you've been keeping from me since we met? Is this why you thought we couldn't have a relationship?"
    In that moment I became a really bad person—I told another lie, even knowing it could come back to bite me big time. "Yes."
    "Fuck, El." As he held me, his voice was fiercely protective. "I understand why you didn't want to tell me. But I'm glad I know. Damn, I wish I could beat the shit out your ex and that jerk inside the field house for doing this to you."  
    His voice became soft and tender. "We can fix this, El. You can trust me." He tipped my chin up again so I had to look him in his one good eye and his one puffy, getting-black eye.
    He sounded and looked so much like the night I first met him that I couldn't help smiling through my tears. He really was adorable. "Has anyone ever told you that you look hot with a black eye?"
    He grinned. "At least I have a good story to go with this one." He hesitated again. "If you want me to tell it."
    "No one is going to believe a second pool ball jumped off the table and smacked you in the eye," I said. "That story was hard enough to swallow the first time around." I bit my lip. "I think we're going to have to go with you saving me from a bully. Schwartz is a mean drunk. He's so not over himself. He'll never forgive me for rejecting him when he hit on me."
    "Is that why he wanted to hurt you?"
    I nodded. "How bad was it in there? What do all the regents and VIPs think of me now?"
    Logan shrugged. "Who the hell cares?"
    I looked away.
    He realized that I did. "Anyone who saw what happened was on your side, El. He was the one who came off looking bad, not you. No one's going to