I turn on my heel, stalking towards the locker to get changed myself, feeling Ivy's eyes on my back like a burning caress.
And that does more to me than it should.
Chapter 3
Tip three; choose friends who embody the person you want to be. You mimic those around you so if you surround yourself with people who do not align with your values and who you wish to be, you will never become who you were meant to be. Choose wisely, for you are choosing for your past, present and future self.
Ivy
The rink is quiet at this hour. It always is when Charlotte and I come here.
She hates people seeing her skate now.
Not because she can't.
Because of the faces.
The pity. The whispers. Theoh my god, remember when-
She'd rather the ice be empty than deal with that.
So, we come early.
Or late.
When it's just us, the still silence and the ice.
Today feels quieter.
Usually that's something I'd enjoy. But today, it feels suffocating. Like the whole campus is holding its breath at what just happened.
How I wish for anything to take my mind off what I just agreed to.
Sometimes I think I'm an idiot. But today? Today I know I am.
I don't mean to look at him.
I really don't.
But he's back on the ice now, skates on, stick in hand, moving like he owns the space.
And my eyes keep drifting.
I force them away.
Asher Hudson.
Someone I've known since I was six years old, and my brother's best friend for just as long. And also, Charlottes older brother.
And I just agreed to. . . what? Friends with benefits.
No that's not right, because that would mean we would have had to at-least have a friendship first.
And Asher and me? We're not friends. We're not anything, really.
He's Charlottes brother. That's all he's ever been. All he will ever be.
You can't have a crush on your best-friend's brother.
