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My voice is full of venom, anger seeping out of my pores, but Asher isn't fazed at all. He grabs the key from my hand and flings it to the side of us.
"Hey!" I shout, trying to duck around him.
He shoves me back against the car, tightening his position.
"Just come for a quick drive. I promise I'll be quick and you'll be back with Phoebe before you know it."
I go to curse him, but instead my brain clicks into overdrive. "How the hell did you know I was at Phoebe's? Or even here, for that matter?"
Asher considers my question for a moment, and I wonder if he's trying to think of a lie. I wouldn't put it pass him to lie his way out of something. That's what he's use to doing. Lying and charming… typical types of a narcissist asshole.
"Your location is turned on," he finally replies.
"My what?" I spit out.
Asher sighs, feigning annoyance. "On your phone. You have your location on. So when you log into Facebook, people can see where you are."
My eyes widen for a moment before I shove him in the chest. He steps back, a smirk threatening to break loose.
"So you're spying on me?" I accuse.
I wait for him to deny it, or make some bullshit excuse. He just locks eyes with me and tilts his head like he's innocent.
"Yes," he says simply.
I'm overcome with panic, disbelief ... and hysteria. I start laughing, to the point where I have to lean over to brace myself on my knees because my body is shaking so hard.
This whole time I've been trying to disappear without a trace, and people have known where I was. I really needed to figure out how to turn location off because this was ridiculous.
Asher waits for me to finish, watching me with amusement. I wipe a stray tear away and look at him.
"So, even though you knew where I was… you still harassed poor Phoebe for information?"
I expect a smug grin, but instead, he raises an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
Ah, here's the denial I was initially expecting.
I lean back against the Chevy, folding my arms. "People have been asking Phoebe at Brightmore about me. It's you, right? Can't help yourself."
Asher frowns, crossing his own arms as his posture stiffens. "No, Rylee. That wasn't me."
I stare at him in disbelief. "Bullshit."
"No, really," he says sharply. There's no hint of a lie, or the arrogant 'gotcha' twinkle in his eye. My face drops as I realize he's telling the truth.
"Well, that's just fucking great," I say, throwing my arms up. "I have two stalkers. Perfect."
Asher's jaw hardens as he also lets the news set in. He steps towards me again, this time his face serious. "Just come for a drive, Ry."
Oh, if he thinks we're back on that again, he has another thing coming. I look around to find my keys, but Asher already predicts my move, beating me to them.
"Give me my keys!" I growl, watching him pocket them.
He taps his pocket tauntingly. "No. Get in the fucking car."
"I'm not going anywhere with you, you moron. If you think I'd even have anything to say to you after what happened, you're delusional."
I look at his pants, contemplating the best way to get my keys. I haven't ruled out tackling him and resorting to physical means if necessary, but we both know I'm not strong or quick enough for that.
