ASHER
By the time I return to the frat house, it’s way past noon.
The house is mostly empty. The guys who are around are playing video games. Peterson looks up from the flat screen. When he sees me, his eyes widen to the size of saucers.
“Where the f**k have you been?” He pauses the game. “I’ve been playing babysitter all day because of your disappearing ass.”
“What are you talking about?” I sound tired. I’m seriously in no mood to be regular Asher right now. What I need is the four walls of my bedroom; to think and put together a plan.
“I’m talking about your girlfriend being up in your room all day, waiting for you to show up.”
“What?” I frown. “She’s up there?”
Peterson snorts. “I had to dash out to buy her a bowl of ice cream and some cookies just to give her something to do oth
