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“Maybe you’re an asshole.”
“Maybe you’re an entitled bitch.”
“Enough.” Asher stares at his friend then at me with an unreadable expression.
“Screw you all.” I ignore them and head to the stairs.
“They taste awesome, Rei-Rei,” Owen shouts behind me.
“Un-screw you, Owen.” I smile without turning around.
He barks out a laugh. “Pretty sure that’s not even a word.”
“It is now.”
I hear him cough as if someone elbowed him. “What? She’s cool.”
Before I round the corner, I steal a look behind me. Asher’s gaze digs daggers into my back. His head is tilted to the side like he can’t figure me out.
Good.
It’s impossible to figure him out, too.
But after what Izzy told me, I’m starting to think maybe, just maybe, his hatred has to do with something I’ve done.
Life goes on…to an extent.
The following week at college is less hectic than the previous one.
It’s almost…normal, or at least what can be called normal for someone who remembers nothing about her life.
My memories are still stuck playing hide and seek.
I asked Alex if I could move back to my apartment downtown. It’s not that I hate the company. I really like Izzy and Jason and the Scrabble nights we’ve had together.
However, I thought going back to the place I lived in for three years might bring back some of my memories.
And yes, I might’ve wanted to escape Asher. I’ve been feeling like shit after finding out about his sister’s death and that I cheated on him.
Not that he didn’t likely fuck countless girls in England, but still. I hate having the cheater tag on me.
It’s such a disturbing, ugly place to be.
Alex, however, denied my request. He diplomatically refused, saying there’s still danger on my safety from that break-in and that I need further rest.
Later that day, I found out from Izzy we had a visit from Detective Daniels. He demanded to speak to me or have me volunteer for questioning. Alex shooed him away, threatening to file a restraining order if he comes to trouble me again.
According to Izzy, I’m lucky to have Alex with me, not against me. Apparently, he’s a notoriously ruthless lawyer.
Maybe it’s because of that I’m not so scared about the mafia threat. It might also have to do with the fact that the black van didn’t show up again.
I sit in Lucy’s car as she drives toward campus. Her purple MINI Cooper stands out in the parking lot like a cute balloon.
I have a white Lexus back at home, but I’m not confident enough to drive it yet.
Bree has been salty because I chose Lucy to be my ride instead of her. Truth be told, I’m more comfortable with Lucy’s non-bitchy character.
True, I was a worse bitch than Bree, but that Reina is gone and will never return.
