HAZEL
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Asher’s eyes widen comically. “You want me to wear what?”
“You’re the one who wants to come bowling with a bunch of nerds.” I shrug. “You’ve got to look the part if you want to blend in.”
We’re both at the mall, headed towards the bowling center. Knowing that Asher would have refused my terms, I had waited until we were both at the mall to spring this on him. Not because I couldn’t have told him what my terms were last night. I had waited until the last minute because nothing is sweeter than bringing the captain of the rugby team down a peg or two.
“You want me to wear this geeky shirt?” He scoffs. “Damn freckles. What about my reputation?”
“What’s wrong with wearing a T-shirt?” I feign ignorance, but deep down, I’m enjoying the distress written a
