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He nods. “Yes. I’m still disturbed.”
I hold in my laughter. “That sucks.”
He shrugs. “Eh, I wasn’t really into her. She’s cool as hell, but the whole knowing her my whole life thing just didn’t work.”
“Oh.” Another mark in the column of why I will never open up about my feelings. “Y’all were cute together.”
“Yeah. She’s hot as hell, and so am I, but I guess looks don’t give sparks.”
“I could have told you that,” I say in exasperation. “Also, you sound like a dick.”
Asher’s eyes widen. “I do not.”
“I thought looks would be enough,” I say, mocking him in his voice. “You’re not like that. Don’t try to lie to me,” I insist and he grins.
“You think you know me, huh?”
“You know I do.” Our eyes meet, and his grin grows, flashing his white teeth at me. I’ve always loved the little tilt of his right canine. He wanted to fix it when he was younger, but I convinced him not to. I don’t know why, but I love it.
“Fine. You’re right.”
Before I can agree, Angie comes up beside me. Her face is pale, and she looks as if she is going to cry. I stand up immediately. “You okay?”
She averts her eyes. “I don’t feel well. I’m going to head back.”
I slide my hand in hers. “What’s wrong?”
“Just sick. I don’t know. I want to go.” I search her eyes, and it feels like something is off. I’ve never seen her sick before, so I have no clue if she is lying.
“Okay, I’ll walk with you.”
“I’ll walk with both of you,” Asher says then, cupping Angie’s shoulder, but she shakes it off. If her action bothers Asher, he doesn’t show it. Concern swims in his gray eyes as he says, “You sure you’re okay?”
She nods, and I can tell she’s fighting back tears. I wrap my arm around her waist and guide her out. On the walk back to th
e dorm, no one says anything. Angie is breathing hard, but she doesn’t cry. She doesn’t hold me or even lean into me; she just walks, almost in a trance. It freaks me out, but I give her space. I know when I don’t feel well, I don’t even want people to look at me, so I get it.
When we reach our dorm, Angie stops in the doorway. “I’m good. You can go back.”
I narrow my gaze. “I can stay with you.”
She shakes her head. “No, I want to be alone.”
I blink a little, put off by her directness. “Okay. Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Text me if you need me.”
“I will.”
She shuts the door, and I bring in my brows. I glance up at Asher, whose expression matches mine. “That was weird.”
“Really weird. You think we should leave?”
I shrug. “She wants to be alone. I’ll text her in a bit.”
“Okay. Are you going back?”
