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He narrows his eyes back. “You knew what?”
“You’ve been avoiding me since I came here. You can’t run away. Spill, Jason.” I try not to sound offended. I actually thought he could be my only friend here—until he disappeared from my immediate vicinity.
His brows furrow. “There’s nothing to spill.”
“You mean to tell me you haven’t been around this past week and you don’t want to give me a ride because you’re not avoiding me?”
“First of all, I go to a cheaper college on the other side of town. If I go to your elite Blackwood College, I’ll be skinned alive by the Knights.”
“The Knights?”
“I play as a quarterback for the
Knights, and the Black Devils are our number one rival. We have rivals week in town.”
Still not sure why that matters.
“Second of all, we don’t mingle, princess.” He leans over, watching his surroundings before he whispers like some spy. “At least not in public.”
My eyes widen. That means we mingle in private.
I knew it! I could feel the connection with Jason without having to try hard.
“What did we do in private?” I whisper back, somehow feeling like we need to keep quiet.
Jason opens his mouth to speak but soon closes it when he stares ahead.
I follow his line of sight.
Something constrictive balls at the back of my throat and my palms turn sweaty, all cold and wrong.
Asher.
He steps out of the house, wearing dark jeans and a gray T-shirt. The clothes are nothing special, but on him, they appear elegant, majestic even.
His hair is styled back, but it still has that rugged look, as if he only half bothered with it. As usual, the aviators sit on his arrogant nose like they’re a part of his face.
Why the hell would someone with such mesmerizing eyes hide them?
Not that I think his eyes are mesmerizing. They’re not.
He heads for the Mustang parked out front—of course an asshole drives such a beautiful car. It’s black, too, like his soul.
He stops in front of his ride, as if feeling my attention on him.
Oh, no. It’s not good if I’m caught in that asshole’s orbit. He’ll just suck the life out of me like in the last encounters we’ve had.
I perk up and whisper-yell at Jason. “Go.”
“Does anyone even know you’re going to school?”
“Alex does.” I think. He was too preoccupied in his office when I kind of informed him last night. He could’ve nodded to me or to whoever was on the phone; I’ll never know. “Go before he sees us,” I urge Jason.
“You’re supposed to go with him.”
I lift my chin up. “I’m supposed to be with whoever the hell I please. Asher is not my keeper.”
At that exact moment, Asher lifts his head, and his shade-covered eyes collide with mine.
