I’d regret that later. To hell with it now. I stormed down the hallway. I could guess where Joseph was. In the lounge, the soccer team was having their weekly meeting. I’d take on the entire team if they threatened me. Sure enough, Joseph was sitting at a table with some of his teammates. The more
I melted into Asher’s warm embrace at once. My entire body went slack. I’d have fallen for sure if his strong arms hadn’t wrapped so tightly around my waist. My tears were unstoppable though, forming warm tracks down my cheeks. I pressed my face into his chest, regretting when I dampened his shirt.
The next night, Asher and I stood outside of Brent’s dorm, ready to sneak inside. “Are you sure want to do this?” Asher asked me. “You look like you might be sick.” For me, this was less about wanting to do this, and more about needing to. For Aimee. For myself. “I’ll be alright,” I said. He sta
“You could have helped her get an abortion at the hospital. You could have stayed by her.” “No. No, you don’t understand. My reputation wouldn’t have recovered.” “So you sacrificed hers?” “I loved her, but…” I wished Aimee could see him now, for what he was. How could he claim to love her yet sa
Asher had heard my apparition crying. Now he wanted an explanation. I didn’t blame him for wanting the truth, but I still couldn’t tell him. “I’m sorry, Asher,” I started. “But…” He held up both hands stopping me. “I don’t want to hear you lie to me again, so just… don’t.” He was upset with me, a
“What are the terms?” Asher asked through clenched teeth. Wait. Asher couldn’t actually be considering this! “The loser has to agree to stay out of Cynthia’s life,” Joseph said. “Hold on,” I said, coming to Asher’s side. Surely I was the one who got to decide who never to see again. “Agreed,” As
The next day at cheerleading practice, I had hoped that the girls would be sharing news of Brent’s apologies and admissions of guilt. Instead, they were only talking about Joseph and Asher’s challenge. “I can’t wait to see Asher in action!” “Joseph’s sure to get annihilated.” “I don’t know. He s
I stuck close to a group that was entering at the same time, hoping the superintendent wouldn’t look too closely at all the members if they recognized a few. Nervous sweat dripped down the back of my neck as we walked past the front desk. The superintendent glanced once, but then not again. Relief