HAZEL
“What do you think you’re saying to my girlfriend?” Asher asks, dark eyes still fixed on Nick. “In what world do you think it’s okay for you to talk to a girl who’s blatantly mine?”
“Asher,” I shake my head at him. “It’s alright. He wasn’t harassing me or anything. We were just talking.” I get off the bleachers, not sparing Nick another look. I clutch the sides of Asher’s shirt, urging him to look at me. “Are you done with practice?”
It’s wishful thinking on my part, hoping they’ve finished, so we can get out of here.
“Yeah. We’re done,” Asher keeps staring at Nick and I groan inwardly. “I’m just wondering what Warren here, had to say to you the second he got off the field.”
“You talk as if I’m a stranger to Hazel.” Nick shoots up to his feet. Apparently, he’s done playing mr n
