#Chapter 164: Belonging

Ella “Hey! Wait!” I hurriedly made my way through the crowd, determined to catch up with Logan. He had already disappeared into the throng of people, and the deafening heavy metal music made it hard to hear anything else. I finally spotted him a short distance away, chatting with a group of people who looked like they were straight out of a punk rock concert. Tattoos, piercings, and edgy fashion seemed to be the norm here. As I approached, my anxiety kicked in again. I wasn’t exactly the type to blend in with this crowd, and I felt like I had a big neon sign above my head that screamed, “I don’t belong here.” Logan glanced in my direction and immediately broke into a grin when he saw me approaching. He stepped away from his friends and met me halfway. “There you are,” he said, his voice barely audible over the music. “I knew you’d change your mind eventually.” “Yeah, well, I wasn’t gonna sit in the car and wait around,” I said with a huff, folding my arms across my