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She looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes. As if she’d forgotten where she was.
“Asher.” She said with a deep sigh. “I’ve heard this is your usual hangout spot.”
“It seems it’s going to be yours, too.”
She tried to suppress her grin, but I noticed it.
“This is a onetime only deal.”
Ava launched herself in the seat beside me, wedging me in between their heated gazes.
“Neither of us would be here if she didn’t attack me.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Sawyer said, slamming her book shut. “You started it. I ended it.”
The tension between them crackled like static electricity. I lounged back in the middle of my seat with a mischievous grin. It was like reality television.
Their argument was on the verge of escalation until Mr. Harris entered the room. The pair fell silent, shooting one last glare at each other before turning their attention to the front. The pendant burnt a hole in my pocket as I placed my hand over it. I debated on giving it to her now, but I didn’t want to make a scene. I raised my hand.
“Mr. Harris, can I go to the bathroom?”
“It’s may.” He said with a sigh, not taking his gaze off the stack of papers in front of him.
“It’s October.” I said, not resisting an opportunity to upset him.
“Go to the bathroom, Mr. Hart, before I change my mind.”
The hallways were eerily quiet. A faint smirk appeared on my lips as I savoured the moment of solitude. The flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the linoleum. I brushed a tousled strand of hair away from my eyes as I scanned the empty corridor.
Sawyer’s locker stood out to me. I hesitated whether to slip the pendant in her locker or to wait until after detention to give it to her.
“Shouldn’t you be in detention?” Josh asked, appearing out of nowhere.
“Shouldn’t you be waving your pom-poms around?”
He ignored my attempt at annoying him.
“What are you doing at Sawyer’s locker?”
“I was planning on vandalizing it, but you stopped me before I could.”
“Now isn’t the time for your sarcastic quips.” He said. “It might work on everyone else, but not me.”
I raised my hands in mock surrender before brushing my shoulder against his, wanting to strut away with the last word.
“You lost your chance.”
His words halted me in my spot.
“For what?”
“For her.”
My fists clenched at my sides as my composure slipped away.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You lost the girl, brother.” He said, his tone bitter and condescending. “For the first time, you weren’t the first choice.”
