Who the fuck does she think she is?Was that to make me jealous?
“Astrid,” I called, pushing past students.“Astrid!”
Yet she continued to ignore me while giggling to herself and stepping into Calc.When I made it to the door, she was already seated.I flared my nostrils and walked in her direction, trying to keep my anger to myself.
But honestly, what was she thinking?!Being with FrasieratRedwood?!
It was bad enough that I had found out they’d slept together in his car the other morning.Had he schmoozed her that much?Had she really fallen for his charm?She knew how many girls he had been with.
“There’s my baby,” Mrs.Dawson cooed at me, pushing herself up from her seat and sauntering over to me.She was all dolled up in an ugly neon Lilly Pulitzer dress, like usual.She grabbed my arm before I could walk down Astrid’s aisle.“How are you doing?”
Mrs.Dawson was a fucking predator, always flirty with the guys in her class.
“Good, Mrs.Dawson,” I hummed, keeping my glare focused on Astrid.
Astrid glanced up at me.
“Will I see you at the baseball game tonight, sweetie?”
“No.”
“If you do decide to show up, I’ll need a hug.”
Once she finally let me go, I walked down Astrid’s aisle and squeezed the shoulder of the guy who was sitting behind her.“Get up.”
He readjusted his glasses.“But this is where I always?—”
I leaned down, sneering in his ear, “Get.Up.”
After scrambling to gather all his belongings, he hurried to another seat at the other side of the room.I sat down behind Astrid and waited for her to turn around to talk to me.She had to have something to say.
One moment passed.Then another.
Silence.Complete fucking silence.
“All right, kids,” Mrs.Dawson said.“Settle down.”
I ran a hand through my hair, unable to fucking believe that she was ignoring me now.After what had happened at the party the other night?!Did it mean nothing to her?If it had, then why had she kissed Frasier back?
I leaned forward and grabbed a lock of Astrid’s hair, tugging on it.
“Ow!”she hissed, grabbing the back of her head and turning around.“Can you not?”
“What’s going on between you and Frasier?”I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
She furrowed her brow and tilted her head like I was crazy.“No, I don’t.”
After balling my hands into fists underneath my desk, I sat back and attempted to act like this didn’t bother me.Why was I asking her this anyway?Why did it matter?I didn’t like Astrid like that.I couldn’t.
“Don’t play dumb,” I said, keeping my voice steady.“You fucking him?”
“Why does it matter to you?”
“It doesn’t.”Lie.
