What’s her problem?
“I told her no.”Rush chuckled.“Man, she’s hot when she’s mad.”
“Why the fuck is she ignoring me?”I muttered.
“Maybe she’s finally realizing how boring you are,” Frasier said with a smirk, shoving his phone into his pocket.“I mean, come on.Your dick can only get you so far, Calix.She needs some adventure in her life.”
“Right,” I growled.“Because you’re so adventurous.”
His shit-eating grin widened more.“I’m just saying, maybe she’s thinking about me.”
Rush shoved him lightly.“Or maybe she’s sick of both of you.”
After a tense silence between all the guys except Cairo, Cairo cleared his throat.“So, what’s the deal with your race this weekend, Rush?Is it actually on, or did they cancel this one because of the weather?”
“Depends if you’re actually planning on showing up to this one, C,” Rush said.
“I don’t have an exam next week, so I’ll be there if they have it and as long as you plan on winning.”
“Oh, I’m winning,” Rush said.“Brewer can suck my dick.”
“Confident as ever,” Arch murmured.“If that asshole wants to start shit again, I’m ready.”
I shoved my backpack into my locker and pulled out some books, glancing down the hallway and catching a glimpse at a couple of Astrid and Diya’s friends.They giggled with each other, but the girls were nowhere to be seen.
What the hell?
Arch leaned against the locker beside mine.“You good?”
“Seriously, nothing’s been off with Astrid?”
He shrugged.“Not really.She’s been … quieter than usual, I guess.Mood swing?”
Mood swing?Right.
“Maybe she’s overwhelmed with school,” Cairo offered, shutting his book and letting it fall by his side, one hand on his glasses to adjust them.“She hasn’t said much to me lately, but she seemed stressed this morning.”
Everyone turned to him.
“You saw her this morning?”Frasier asked.
Cairo shrugged and peered down the hallway.“Class is starting soon.I have to—” Before he could get anywhere, Frasier grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.Cairo grimaced and scratched the back of his head.“We usually grab … coffee before class.”
“But you saw her this morning?”I responded.
“Maybe … it was just that?—”
A group of cheerleaders walked by, giggling loudly with each other, their voices drowning out Cairo’s softer one.
“Did you hear about Astrid?”one of them said, her voice sharp with excitement.
“Yeah,” another girl said.“I heard she’s pregnant.”
CHAPTERFORTY-SEVEN
ASTRID
“Oh my God,”Diya said, staring down at her phone from the driver’s seat.
