I can’t go back now.
I make sure I am alone before I dump the tray next to the bin.
Fuck Asher and his hold on me. This isn’t who I am. I am not this stupid girl swooning over a man that is so far out of reach you would have to have a telescope to see it.
No, I am the girl with a plan. One that doesn’t include romantic feelings. Especially towards a moody, morally grey man with a sharp smile and secrets behind his vicious, yet beautiful eyes.
***
“Omg he asked you, didn’t he?” One of Darcy’s friends squeals at her as I pass them in the hallway on my way to class.
“He did,” She smiles back.
“To be attending together is practically telling the world you guys are dating,”
“Obviously,” Darcy scoffs. “We have been together for ages; this is the next step to making it official in society. Daddy and his father are in talks about marriage,”
“Omg this is so exciting,”
Darcy’s eyes meet mine as I pass her. They take on a cruelty as she steps into my space.
“Did you hear that tramp?” She asks.
“Sorry I don’t speak dumb bitch,” I snap a little too harsh. For deciding only an hour ago to take a step away from Asher Vander, the jealousy I am feeling sure doesn’t seem to be in understanding of the fact.
She grins wider, and I curse silently for giving myself away. She can see it written all over my face.
“Me and Asher will be making our societal debut,” She takes her lip stick out of her bag and starts to put it on. “Looks like I win,” She snaps the lid shut while her friends snigger behind her.
I take a breath, but the growing knot stays in place.
It’s not like I thought one stupid night and one earth shattering kiss would change anything. Maybe it was only earth shattering for me.
“Congratulations,” I push past her. As I open the door to the lecture hall, I pause and turn back.
“Oh, and Darcy,” She turns with a raised eyebrow. “You have lipstick on your teeth,”
Her face falls and her hand lifts to her mouth to cover it. Then she rubs her index finger across her teeth as her cheeks heat.
I snort to myself as I make my way over to my seat next to Corden. It was childish. But I never claimed otherwise.
“What’s so funny?” He asks while I unpack my things.
“Nothing,” I manage to get out before I freeze.
Asher walks into the hall and on his cheek is a bright red lipstick mark. My satisfaction is drenched in jealousy again.
Touché bitch. Touché.
***
I am trying to concentrate.
I really am.
Yet all I can feel is Asher’s presence behind me as my hand taps away on my leg. I want to turn around and ask him why he would take Darcy to the fund raiser next week after the kiss we shared, but then I realise how ridiculous that is considering we were drunk, we are pretty much strangers and more importantly, we are both lying to each other.
I can see the rain pelting the windows from outside as the cold wind whips through the trees, but I am burning up. I can feel the sweat sticking my hair to the back of my neck and the flush rising from my chest to my cheeks.
