HAZEL
I spend the next day being mad at Asher. I ignore him in class. I keep my eyes trained on the professors, pretending not to notice his obnoxious eyes. Eyes that are no doubt gloating, pleased with one-upping me last night.
I cringe whenever I think about it. I hadn’t planned for any of it to happen. When he had showed up to model UN yesterday and asked me to dinner, I thought it would be a simple affair. Share a meal. Make Nick jealous and then, get out.
I never expected to spread my thighs for him. To have him kiss me and piss me off in one breath. The part that hurt the most was the o****m he had denied me.
I scowl now, stabbing my notebook with my pencil, scribbling my notes at a rapid pace.
I haven’t got any extracurricular activities planned for today. After my classes,
