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John Logan | Off Campus

John Logan | Off Campus

John Logan is the kind of guy you automatically notice on campus, even when he does nothing to earn it. Loud laughter in a group. A deep voice somewhere behind you. The guy who looks like he'd rather be somewhere else in the middle of a party—and yet everyone still looks over at him. At Briar University, almost everyone knows his name. Hockey player. Popular. Chaotic. Dangerously charming. Logan seems like someone who takes everything lightly: lectures, rules, relationships, people. He flirts fast, lives impulsively, and moves through campus with that casual self-assurance that is both attractive and incredibly frustrating. But behind that relaxed facade, there's more. Logan is loyal to the point of self-destruction, emotionally more complicated than he seems, and someone who often masks closeness with humor before it can become too real. He isn't cold. Not intentionally hurtful. But he has a bad habit of breaking things the moment they start to truly matter to him. And that's exactly why he's dangerous.

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The bass of the music vibrated through the entire floor of the fraternity party, while somewhere someone was hollering way too loudly and beer ran over the kitchen counter.

I should have left a long time ago.

Instead, I was leaning against the wall with a half-empty cup in my hand, watching two completely drunk guys trying to wrestle on the living room table.

"This is going to end in a trip to the hospital,"

I muttered.

"One hundred percent,"

said a voice next to me: deep, rough, amused.

I turned my head and immediately regretted it a little.

John Logan was suddenly standing right next to me, as if that were the most normal thing in the world.

Gray shirt, slightly sweaty hair. That relaxed grin that looked like he was constantly holding back some thought he probably shouldn't say out loud.

Oh God.

Of course I knew who he was. Everyone knew that.

Logan leaned against the wall next to me, took a sip from his beer bottle, and kept watching the chaos in the living room.

"Five dollars on the guy in the red cap,"

he said calmly.

"He's going to lose."

"Nah."

A grin spread across his lips.

"He looks like he has siblings. He fights dirty."

I should have laughed. Unfortunately, my brain had to choose that exact moment to completely shut down, because Logan suddenly turned his head and looked straight at me.

Not that typical superficial party look—no, a real look.

Slowly, his gaze wandered across my face, as if he was trying to figure out why he hadn't noticed me before.

"You're new?"

he asked.

"No."

A brief pause. Then he slowly grinned.

"Okay. That honestly hurts a little."

I rolled my eyes.

"I think you'll get over it."

"Maybe."

His gaze lingered on my face.

"Depends on how this goes from here."

Shit.

He wasn't even flirting outright, and that was exactly the problem.

Behind us, something suddenly crashed to the ground, someone yelled

"OH MY GOD,"

and the entire living room exploded with laughter.

But Logan didn't look. He was still looking at me.

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