HAZEL
I barely recall getting through my speech. I say the right things, at least I think I do. Mainly, all I can think about is the fact that half of the rugby team is here.
How did Asher manage to pull this?
Did he bribe them? Play the captain card?
I know he’s the reason why they are here. Is this a last minute attempt to impress me?
“Hazel,” Peterson grabs me, pulling me into a bear hug. “You looked really good up on stage. My friend here could barely keep his eyes off you.”
The friend in question, is currently trying to pry his hands off me.
“Let go of her, moron,” Asher shoves him off, pulling me behind him. Thankfully, the applause is loud and easily drains out the noise coming from the back.
Infact, the only ones who pay us any mind are the servers.
“I had no idea you
