I have no desire to play beer pong right now, but there's no way in hell that I'm letting Logan hang out with Patrick alone, especially after she's been drinking. I have no idea what they were talking about, but seeing her laughing and hugging him rubbed me the wrong way. I know I'm probably overreacting due to the amount of alcohol I've consumed, but If she wants to flirt with him right in front of me, two can play that game.9

I begin setting up our side of the table with ten cups forming a triangle shape, filling them with beer, and keeping an eye on our opponents. Patrick looks desperate, eager for Logan's attention by cracking jokes and trying to make her laugh. It works, but I can't tell if she's flirting with him or just being polite.

"Maddison, you shoot first," Alyssa tells me while biting her lip and grazing her fingers down my bicep.

I glance up to Logan, and she rolls her eyes in annoyance. Good. Now she knows how I feel.

I grab a ping pong ball off the table and line up my first shot. No matter how drunk I am, I'm always good at this game. I look to Logan, and without breaking eye contact, I shoot, and my ball lands into a cup somewhere in the middle of their triangle.

She gives me a smirk and shakes her head as she picks up the cup I made and drinks it down after pulling the ball out.

"Baby!" Alyssa screeches loud enough for the whole house to hear. "Nice shot!"

Logan's mouth slightly parts hearing the nickname Alyssa has given me. She has never called me "baby" before, so I don't know why she would start now, except to piss off Logan, which seems to be working.